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Marinette smiled at the camera. “Hey everyone! As promised, I’m here to do my live Q&A. Now, you’ve sent in a bunch of questions and I’ve had 15 anonymously chosen to--“
The door slammed open behind her. Marinette jumped in her seat, twisting around to glare at the intruder.
“Maaarrriiii!” Tim whined, ambling over and draping himself over her. He buried his face in her neck.
“Tim!” She hissed, “Now is not the time! I’m streaming!”
“Just cut it out of the tapes later, Mari, I’m more important right now. Look at me! I’m kiss-deprived and sleep-deprived and just generally deprived! The little gremlin tried to slice me in half earlier for stealing his favourite mug and Jason just laughed at me as I fought for my life! What a-“
“Tim! I’m live-streaming !”
Tim jolted up. “Wait what?” He squinted at the red, blinking light on her camera. “Oh.”
“‘Oh’?” Is that all you have to say for yourself? Really? I can’t believe this is how we telling the world about our relationship.” She turned her head away when he leaned up for a kiss. “No, no, no! You just cost me $20 to Cass!”
“I mean, you should know better than to bet against Cass by now.”
“That’s not the point!” She pouted. “I was so close!”
Tim gave her a pitying smile. “You were only as close as Cass allowed you to be.”
“That’s kinda creepy, not gonna lie.”
“Well, I mean, this is Cass. There’s a reason she’s Bruce’s favourite.”
“Whatever do you mean, Tim? Bruce ‘doesn’t have favourites.’ ”
They stared at each other before bursting into laughter.
“I still can’t believe he said that,” Tim snorted.
“He must think we’re stupid. Everyone knows Cass is the favourite. Cass knows Cass is the favourite. It’s how she gets away with the stuff that he would ground the rest of you for!”
“I think he’s just in the denial stage to be honest.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time. Remember his ‘What-do-you-mean-Selina-and-I-are-dating?’ phase?”
Tim groaned. “That was torture . Like, worse than spending a weekend with the Hellspawn.”
“Tim!” Marinette scowled, swatting him lightly on the head. “Don’t call your brother that! Damian’s gotten a lot better! He even drew me a picture last visit, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. The same visit that he used as an excuse to drag you away and show you a PowerPoint on why you should break up with me!”
Marinette hummed. “To be fair, he had some very good points.”
The look on Tim’s face was utter betrayal.
“What could he possibly have said that could convince you!?”
“Well, he did mention that breaking up with you and dating him or Dick instead would mean still having access to the Wayne fortune but with a better looking lover and less boyfriendsitting.”
Tim’s face scrunched. “Boyfriendsitting?”
“Like babysitting but with your boyfriend.”
“I do not need a babysitter!”
“Tim, honey, sweetheart, babe. Do you remember when you fell asleep in your cereal and I had to clean up your face and tuck you into bed?” Marinette’s smile was just pity. Tim sputtered.
“That was one time!”
Marinette hummed. “Ah, yes. One time. Of course.”
Tim only whined, burying his face in her neck.