The Badass Ladybird of Gotham

It all rests on Thirty Bucks

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"Stop it. She can't go for two weeks." Damian glared at his father.

"Then I refuse to go! She's in perfect condition! I can't go to school alone with those heathens father!" Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Her mind needs to heal along with her body. She can't go for two weeks Damian. Why can't you go to school just like you always do? You've made it years before she came to Gotham!" Damian huffed and crossed his arms.

"It's not the same." Bruce rubbed his forehead.

"Damian-"

"No." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

"Damian, you can't just-" 

"Father, she wants to go back!"

"But she can't! She's still injured Damian! And unless you want her to worsen her injuries, you will let this go! And the answer is no, you can't go back to homeschooling! Because I know you won't pay attention!" Bruce gave his son a dead stare. "You are being immature! Now go spend what little time you have with her before school starts tomorrow. I'm behind on work." Damian stomped his foot, like a child would.

"I can too pay attention!" he turned on his heel and walked out. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and took a sip of the coffee mug on his desk. His phone rang.

"Hello Diana, I'm glad you called. I have an opportunity for you to maybe have a new apprentice. Yes, she was Paris's beloved Ladybug. Yes. I will have to notify her of this but not at the moment. She's healing. Great! I will see you next week! Thank you!"

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"I'm perfectly healed! I don't get what all the fuss is!" Marinette crossed her arms on top of the counter, resting her head in them.

"Oh please Pixie, if you are 'perfectly healed', I'd like to see you beat me at 200 pushups right now." Marinette's eyes narrowed

"Challenge accepted. How much?" Jason rose a brow.

"Money? Wow. Ok, fine. Thirty." her jaw dropped.

"Do you think I'm made outta money?" Jason smirked and crossed his arms.

"So you can't do it sunshine?" she glared at him and jumped off the stool with a slight wince.

"You got yourself a deal brother." he chuckled as they shook on it. They lowered themselves onto the kitchen floor. Tim and Dick walked in.

"What are you two doing?" Dick asked, setting his mug down.

"Push-up contest. First one to 200 get's thirty big ones. And I'm gonna be the victor." Jason boasted. Tim rose a brow.

"You sure you should be doing that with blueberry injured over there?" Tim questioned. Jason scoffed.

"That's kind of the point. She thinks she can go to school injured. So I said that if she beats me to 200 pushups, she can go tomorrow." Dick put his hands on his hips.

"So the point of this, is to get the injured person, who's trying to prove she is not injured, to injure herself more, trying to prove that she is not injured? Ok, that's messed up Jason. Even for you." Jason deadpanned.

"You just made my head spin Dick. Ok, since you are both here, we need counters. Replacement, can you count me? Goldie, can you get sunshine?" Tim rubbed his temples.