Marinette, 2 weeks after birth

She won't stop crying at night, she'll cry, then when she sees her father she'll start to laugh.

The newborn cries, her hands wave around in the air, bluebell orbs staring at the tall figure looming over her crib.

"Hmmm."

His eyes are bloodshot, it's going to take some time to get used to her unusual timetable that changes every other day. Her crying dies out catching the silhouette entering her room, transitioning into the cutest giggles a newborn can muster. The baby was as light as a feather, nothing the great batman couldn't do, he could hold her with one hand and have no troubles but that's where it changes in parenthood.

Her miniature hand latches onto his index finger, barely wrapping around it wholly, it was still hard to believe something so small could exist. The baby lays in his arms, blinks a few before giving off a goofy smile, her mouth opens and closes several times as if eating something. "Hmm, you hungry?" It wasn't really a question, she couldn't answer, yet her mouth continued with the action.

"I suspect the little miss would like some milk?" Appearing in the doorway was Alfred, he walks so fast and quiet it's kinda scary.

"Thank you Alfred."

Taking the warm bottle into his hands, the babies eyes widen and immediately let go of her fathers finger, her giggles starting off again. Her laughs muffle with the nip of the bottle in her mouth, it was the cutest thing she had done since she was born, Bruce had to admit it.

Marinette, 4 1/2 months

The baby was now growing up and they couldn't be happier. They were all doing some sort of work, if it was homework, paperwork or just house chores. Minus the baby, she was sleeping away in her nursery.

The manor sat still, it had been a while since they were this productive. It was quiet, a bit too quiet for their liking; So someone decided to check on the littlest. Walking to the allocated room, no sound came, she had been napping for nearly 5 hours now, she was supposed to wake up an hour ago. It wasn't their fault, she always cried when she woke, it was worked as their reminder.

The door creaked open and instead of the spring sun shining through, the room was dimly lit due to the closed curtains. His daughter couldn't sleep with bright lights, only in the dark, something the two both had in common was they had a thing for the darkness. No babies snore was heard, no cries was heard, no laughter either. There sat in her white crib was a baby, sitting up a bit too straight for a baby, sucking her thumb.

Wait one second...

She was sitting up straight and sucking her thumb...

...She's never done that before...

Huh??!

The man standing in the door frame had to blink a few times to assure himself he wasn't seeing things, he wasn't.

"Marinette?" His voice was gentle and quiet, his daughter now recognised her name, she was one smart cookie. Her head moved to his direction, a big smile came at the speed of lightning, she loved him, lots. She started to make grabby hands, bouncing slightly seeing her father in the door frame while keeping her position.

If your wondering why he's so shocked , it's because she had never sat up, she only just started to turn over and lay on her stomach. All their reactions to her rolling over was quite, entertaining. His daughter was just adorable, he couldn't help but smile at her gesture.

In his arms, her hands clapped against his cheeks, her smile brightening, her swollen gum showing. Her lips imitating a fishes mouth, opening and closing, opening and closing. Why was she so adorable? And she's only 4 1/2 months, what about when she's older?

The baby girl was about to turn 1, she started to eat solids only a few months prior and they were experimenting with new foods. So far so good, she had eaten lots of fruits like bananas, kiwi, mango and squashed blueberry, she enjoyed them all very much and today she was going to try cherries. Bad idea.

She was sitting in her high chair in the kitchen, surrounded by the one of the most important men in her life. A silicone bowl was placed on her tray, filled with half mushed cherries, the same way she ate the blueberries. Her face glowed at the sight of the food, she was what you could call a foodie despite her small appetite, she loved food.

"Daduuu" the near one year old started to learn some words but was not able to pronounce them properly, this meant thank you.

"No problem Cupcake!" Her older brother sat with her at the table, dining into his lunch along with the girl. Like normal she made a mess, red juice spread around her white tray and smeared around her face, she had yet to try it. It wasn't quite apparent but her skin was starting to get irritated and red, it wasn't that hot in the room, she was wearing a quarter sleeved body suit. Chewing on the fruit, she bit slowly, then slower, then she stopped and spat it out.

She enjoyed all the foods she was offered so this was new, her brother who was watching her was now staring intently but before he could help her eat another piece, she started to cough. It was a really cute cough though, but it got heavy and heavier, it seemed to cause her a chest ache because she started to cry

"Ba Ba" her cries only got louder as she began to heave, she seemed to be in... pain?

Her father who wasn't currently in the room dashed in her direction at the sound of his babies call for help. Her brother now holding her to his chest, rocking her to get her to calm down, it worked when she normally cried but it only seemed to get worse.

"Baba, Baba!" taking his daughter into his arms he tried a similar strategy, she gripped onto him with all her might, as if he would disappear if he let go. Her crying was interrupted by her breath shortening, what on earth was happening?!

"What happened?" Her father was starting to get stressed, something like this has never happened to his baby.

"She was just eating the cherries, then she just spat them out and started to cry."

Alfred who just came from, who knows where he went actually, appeared in the kitchen wearing a worried look. He glanced at the three before lightly inspecting the baby.

His eyes slightly widen catching onto what was happening "The young miss is having an allergic reaction, we'll have to take her to the hospital."

Yeah, the day ended on a mild note. They all avoided cherries for a while scared for what would happen. Received some medicine suitable for babies that get allergic reactions. Marinette was a happy baby by the end of it.

It was her second birthday today!!! And she was going to discover one of her many characteristics, the curse of clumsiness.

She was just running around normally, a paintbrush in hand from God knows where and was running away from her brother. Their giggling filled the corridors of the manor but it soon stopped when she bumped into a door, head first. She fell straight onto her bum, blinking a few times not being able to process what just happened before her vision blurred with tears.

Her brother who stood behind her had watched the whole ordeal, couldn't help but stifle a laugh before realising she was crying, he wasn't that cruel and was worried for his baby sister.

It ended by her telling him off to her father. Was he serious about it? Did he find it funny? No one knows.

Marinette, age 3 1/2

Marinette is an innocent baby at heart, she's never heard someone swear, she never saw inappropriate things even if she was still quite young. Her family always reprimanded themselves of it. So would you guess what happened if she heard her second brother swear. Here's how it went.

She was just watching her favourite TV programme when her brother walked in empty handed, an unfamiliar word came out, his voice barely over a whisper but audible to the toddler in the room.

"Fuck"

She was more than confused but loved to learn new things, it officially became a part of her vocabulary. His head went up and eyes went wide seeing the girl on the sofa, jumping backwards slightly.

"holy shit!!"

Oops, he swore, in front of the innocent angel. He lectured her for around 5 minutes to not say it to anyone, she wasn't going to tell him she memorised the words already.

Later on during the day, her dad had come home from work, she was going to let him know about what she learnt today.

"Papa, new word, mimi learn new word!"

She for some reason called herself mimi, no one knows why. She ran to him, arms opened wide for a hug. He picked her up with ease, a small smile on his face.

"Really? What was it?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Fuck and and holy shit!!"

She might've answered a bit too enthusiastically. In that moment, the room froze, everyone staring at the bluenette with wide eyes.

"Where did you learn that from darling?"

She didn't sense the awkward aura in the room and pointed at a certain brother "Jay-Jay!!"

And it was at this moment, Jason knew he fucked up.

Marinette, age 6

It was a normal morning in the Wayne household. To be honest, nothing was ever normal so to have a peaceful morning was more than surprising.

Marinette had just woken up and found one of her brothers in the kitchen staring lifelessly at the coffee machine. She never knew what the machine did but all she knew was that it was 'magic'. To find her brother drink something the magic machine made, was a little confusing, she didn't plan on eating magical foods anytime soon, she was too scared she would get an allergic reaction.

She sat down at the table and because of certain rules, she started each day drinking a glass of either orange juice or milk, she switched majority of the time but decided to go with milk today.

She had just finished the glass when her zombie looking brother spotted her, he seriously looked dead. His eyes snapped up and they had what could be classified as a staring competition, she lost. God knows what was going on in his head but without saying a word, he placed a mug in front of the girl, filled with a brown substance. To her, it looked like hot chocolate and drank it very cautiously, but after just one sip, her eyes went wide. She seemed to swallow the substance but grabbed a glass of water to wash it down, she didn't like it, it was too bitter for her taste buds.

At this exact moment, her oldest brother decided to make his entrance, he walked in on his sister chugging down water and a sleep deprived Tim staring at her doing so, huh?!

"He, he made me drink the ewwy magical brown drink, take it awayyyyyy."

She ran to him, clutching onto his waist. It took a while to join the dots, Tim had given a child coffee,

"Did you give her coffee Tim?"

His half dead brother nodded at him, eye lids struggling to stay open.

Fully understanding the situation he had to deal with, he patted his sisters back. "I'll make sure he never gives it to you again, alright?" His soothing voice reassured the young bluenette, earning a nod. She avoided the brown drink for as long as she could, how she ended up addicted to it will always be an unsolved mystery.

Marinette, age 8

It was take your children to work day and when you own a famous business with four kids, you end up taking all your of them to work with you. Was this a mistake Bruce made? who knows.

Walking into the busy building, everyone was already doing their work but didn't fail to notice their boss walking in, hand in hand with a small girl and three boys. Only the girl had similarities to their boss, the other three looked different yet alike, something with the hair and eyes. Some stopped their work, others eyed the group walking to the elevator, it was Monday morning and there was a conference meeting for some of the staff, they should be able to get answers.

"That's all for today, any questions?" Truthfully, they had no questions but were curious for the children he walked in with earlier that morning, none were brave enough to raise the matter, except one.

"Mr Wayne, Who were the children you came with today?" The employee seemed tensed but his boss did the opposite, something following a small smile? Appeared on his face.

"If you haven't noticed, it is take your children to work day today."

He stopped at that, giving his employees some time to figure it out on their own. "You are all dismissed, have a good day."

And just like that, he collected his papers and left the meeting room, leaving them all in a sort of daze.

"Who knew he had kids?!" The room remained silent. No one knew.

Marinette, age 9

Marinette was living a good life but school was a bother. It wasn't that she didn't mind it, but they were playing in the playground, a game they played often. Boys vs girls. It was self explanatory, they chase each other and tried not to get 'cooties'

It was home time and some parents were late, including Marinette's and a few others, so they decided to play said game.

Marinette was running away from a kid called Liam, little did she know the boy had a crush on the young Wayne and decided to kiss her cheek instead if tagging her, big mistake.

He eventually caught up to her very fast running and kissed her cheek, unaware her oldest brother had arrived and watched the scene unfold, his expression was un readable.

She ran to him at the same speed she ran away from Liam with and into the arms of her brother, hugging him tight.

"Who's that cupcake?"

He hugged her back but his eyes motioned to Liam, Marinette followed.

"He's in my class. He gave me a kiss, does that mean I have cooties??"

Her tone was wary, she didn't want to be infected with the disease!

"Eww, Liam gave me cooties!!" her voice was loud as she used her uniform sleeve to wipe her cheek.

He couldn't help but laugh at his sisters antics but gave the official bat glare at the boy who froze in his spot. "Come on cupcake, Bruce came home early today." he tried to enlighten the mood, it seemed to work, for a second.

They started to walk towards the gate but she turned around to face Liam who stood far away, her hands went around her mouth to elevate her voice.

"Give cooties and kiss Alyssa next time! She said she really wants a boyfriend!!"

Everyone outside seemed to hear the girls loud voice, Liam blushed while everyone laughed.

"What's papa gonna say if I tell him a boy kissed me?"

Her curiosity peaked wondering what her father would do. Her brother held her hand walking off, a smile appearing on his face.

"I don't know, we're all very protective over you". This peaked her interest even more, what would her three brothers and papa do upon finding out a boy kissed her?

Let's just say the dinner they had that evening, the subjects of 'boys' clearly wasn't liked, why couldn't she have a boyfriend and do couple stuff with him?