⚠⚠⚠ (!!Warning!! Suicide, abuse, self-harm, swearing and bullying are mentioned throughout this chapter and I advise sensitive readers to be cautious reading ahead.) ⚠⚠⚠

Lots of love Abs xx

The four siblings had the whole day including the next to themselves, so they decided to take a walk around Gotham, Marinette had not been home in 6 years and has probably forgotten quite a few things.

During the walk, it was obvious nothing had changed between their sibling relationship, but Marinette did not seem to be her proper self, she did not say much about Paris and was more self-reserved than the normal open-minded girl she was. So, one brother had the genius idea to play a little game.

"Hey, how bout we play truth or dare? It used to be your favourite." the youngest looked to her brother that decided to speak up.

"Why not, oldest to youngest. Go." she shrugged in reply, pointing to Dick.

"Seriously?!" she gave him only half her glare his way, watching him shudder under it was worth it.

"Fine, dare." his reply was followed by a huff.

"Lemme think, I dare you to..."

A few dares and truths later, the group were left in a fit of laughter.

"That woman looked at you as if you were mental!"

They were having too much fun watching each other becoming fools, it did not help that people were looking and holding their phones up to the group, it happens when you are the children on a billionaire.

"Alright, its your turn Mari." turning to Tim, she thought to herself before shrugging her shoulders.

"Meh, I'll go with a truth, I've only done dares so far" The three men shared a similar calculating face before one spoke up.

"Who's your crush Pixie?"

Jason's eyebrows wiggled in amusement.

The two others seemed to agree with the chosen question and looked to their sister who was currently biting her bottom lip. "I had a crush on Adrien Agreste, that Fashion designer's son" Gabriel and the Wayne's had acknowledged each other some bit and knew each very briefly. "model boy, who knew?!" his voice seemed to get low "What do you mean by had a crush?" She looked up to the oldest among the four before letting out a heavy breath, she could let them in on one secret.

"We were dating for five months but we didn't work out I guess..."

Just the thought of her and Adrien's past relationship made her sick to her stomach.

"I was so hopelessly infatuated and madly in love that I was oblivious to the real him." she let her nervous laugh slip, they stopped walking and she could feel their sympathetic gazes.

"Moral of the story, his guts were disgusting and I will never date ever again in my life, and that's a promise."

She blinked quickly trying not to show emotion as she began to tear up.

What was wrong with her today? She always did good with controlling her emotions, why did they decide to act up today of all days?

To hear that their sister had been in her first relationship and they were left in the dark, made them feel a sort of way but maybe it was a good thing they didn't know about it because if they did; it wouldn't've ended well.

Just to know some pathetic little shit made Marinette feel like that made them mad.

No, that was an understatement,

They were livid.

This was one of the reasons why they were so protective, she would not be used or find herself in that sort of relationship. Right now, they needed to find Agreste Junior and teach him a lesson to not mess with their baby sister.

"Why don't we go home, and we can carry this on in better conditions?" they received a single nod before walking towards the Manor.

*****

Upon arriving at the Manor, she had calmed down totally. Adrien was in the past and never again would she pursue any sort of man no matter the amount of infatuation she had for them. Honestly, she had gotten over him the year they broke up despite the endless amount of hope she had in him, so whatever was going to happen right now wasn't even necessary.

Before they could even get to the door, it opened showing a calm Alfred. Marinette had missed Alfred so much, he was practically a Grandad to them. So seeing him for the first time was something she couldn't keep in.

"Alfred!!"

Her mood changed at the flick of a switch, bolting towards the man and engulfing him in a big hug, she missed him loads.

"Oof, Welcome back Miss Marinette."

He returned the hug and when letting go notice something wrong with the men behind her, his features showing concern.

"It's great to be back Alfred."

She gave him her old cheery smile that no one had seen in years, she was coming back, slowly yes but making progress.

Stepping inside the Manor, she was hit with Nostalgia, so many memories and fun times, its funny to know where she ended up and her current living condition.

"So Cupcake, you were saying..." he motioned for her to sit down, and sit down she did in the living room sofa.

"The ex boyfriend."

The room stopped at the three words, it was going to take some time to get through this.

Her story of their relationship begun, from how her crush was formed to how she broke up with him and everything in between. The horrific memories flashed, some kept her awake at night, she could never let herself love someone again, it was too much of a risk

"Just take the high road!"

"She's not hurting anyone."

"Your our everyday ladybug, you can do it".

"Stop trying to convince me you nearly got akumitised, the attention is unnecessary!"

"We're soulmates M'lady!"

"Go on a date with me?!"

"Just listen and I'll come to the battles"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"Your pathetic!"

"Even Lila would be a better girlfriend than you."

"Are you even listening to me?!"

"So I ripped off the lucky charm he gave me, threw it in his face and left his sorry ass."

She could still remember his sickening voice, her helpless screams, the blood, it was all too much. No matter how hard she tried to forget, Adrien akumatised was one of the worst and never again does she want to fight Chat Blanc.

Looking at her three brothers who were listening in a religious silence the whole way, wore the most deadly expression she's seen them have, even she was scared to be near them in that moment.

"I was so stupid, I didn't do anything."

She no longer cried about the boy when she talked about him but it didn't mean she didn't want to.

"I could've got rid of him much earlier if I wasn't being so stubborn and oblivious."

She was now sitting down cross-legged more than prepared to go into a rant, not knowing she already was in one.

"No one believed me because he's famous and rich."

She took off her glasses and they remained in her right hand as she poured her heart out.

"Why me? Like I honestly do not understand what's so special about me?"

She knew the answer already. She was a billionaires daughter. She was a vigilantes daughter and sister. She was a Guardian. She was a heroine. She was the most powerful thing to walk this earth. She mattered. She was loved. She was used. She wasn't important. She's been abused. She's nothing. Who was she? Why was she still here?

She told them everything... Okay, not everything, their was still a few things about their relationship she hadn't told them. They weren't even meant to know about anything. What she said next caught their interest.

"He's here on the trip, his father actually allowed him to leave Paris, alone as well, which is a first."

"Is that so? That's good to know..."

Marinette wasn't too sure which brother was talking because she was still focused on letting her fury simmer down.

"No killing... even though I want him dead." she said as she looked straight ahead at the patterned wallpaper. Her statement received a chuckle.

"Right, that's cute".

The night ended with the siblings sharing their first meal together in forever before Marinette was taken back to the hotel by Alfred, she was getting tired from the jet lag and they would have the whole day with her tomorrow anyway to wonder around.

Patrol was seemingly more quiet between the vigilantes, they had to spill the newly found information to Bruce. The big question was how he would take in the fact his baby first, has a boyfriend and second, who was obsessive and abusive.

"Boys, report."

Sitting down in the Batcave, the two brothers who went on patrol together reported.

"There was a few drunk men trying to harass a woman and her two friends, we intercepted and the men were arrested in the end. A few kids from the French class were out late and lost their way, we gave directions before watching to make sure they got back to the hotel safely."

They received nothing in return but a hum in reply. The three gave each other the same look before sighing in sync, catching the rooms attention.

"So we spent the day with Marinette..."

Their father listened intently hearing his daughters voice.

"Marinette?" The youngest of the men in the room spoke up.

"She's your half sister Damian but now as Tim was saying, we spent the day together and we played truth or dare at the park..."

This peaked his interest, what was so bad about a game of truth or dare?

Okay, if it was his kids playing the game then be prepared for the worst.

Dick seemed to struggle with his words, I mean how were you meant to tell someone's father that their daughter was in a toxic relationship once upon a time.

"What he's trying to say is that Pixie had a boyfriend, who was toxic." Jason blurted out after his brothers hesitation who was immediately met with a smack on the back of the head making him narrow his eyes and rubbed the spot as he turned around to meet whoever hit him, yet no one was behind him.

Right then and there the world stopped, his daughter had a boyfriend, that's fine but he'd hope he was better than the best. His daughter was with a toxic person, toxic can go many ways. How toxic? Was his baby hurt? Where is this jerk?

"But, she dumped his ass." Jason smirked, he remembered how she broke up with him, how he wished he slapped his ugly face.

"I want to see the Jerks face and punch it so hard." his statement seemed to be a mutual feeling.

"His name is Adrien Agreste, the boys dad came to your last gala."

Typing was heard from the bat computer, Tim was searching up the sicko.

"He's had lots of complaints and an attempted restraining order but it was taken off. Even the heroine ladybug reported him!"

Heroine... Heroine in Paris?!?!

"Paris has a heroine? Since when and why?!"

Several more keys were being pressed and instead of more information appearing on the screen, it was blank before a weird red symbol appeared on the screen, the same symbol was imprinted on many miraculous boxes but they wouldn't know.

"What the fuck!"

They all gathered around the screen, this has never happened before.

"Its magic, obviously magic is going to be involved." half the room slumped in their seats, the others sat like normal humans would.

"If Paris has a heroine then it must be important. Your opinion father?"

The rooms gaze snapped to the man of the manor,

"We'll ask Marinette first, on what she says then we can take further measures. Back to this Adrien."

Changing the subject, the family went back to reading the teenage boys documents. Well they tried to at least, the computer wasn't budging, it had to be restarted. No more searching Paris' heroes then.

*****

Marinette stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, what had she done! She just let out one of her many secrets to the people she loves with all her might. They didn't need her baggage, They didn't need her problems, they didn't need to be pulled into the wormhole known as her life. Picking up a needle from her pin cushion she packed in case one of her clothes failed her last minute, she began.

First piercing her skin. There's a slight tingle when it makes contact with her skin but it's gone within a millisecond.

Second, drag the sharp object. Scrapping her skin, a long scar makes its mark on her pale skin.

Third, sit back and watch. The red oozes out, the deep colour nearing the tone of her jumper. She's numb, no pain, no thoughts, no screams, no memories, no people. Just her, the needle and the blood. One of her favourite trios.

Fourth, repeat. And so she did, repeating the first three steps several times till she's somewhat satisfied. When she started, she found that she could never satisfy her needs, if she did then she would probably die from extreme blood loss.

Her first scars of the night started to dry, the red clumping on the scars. Quickly stepping out the room and grabbing her towel and clothes for the night, she started her shower, ignoring the Kwami that sat on her bed.

Day by day, she was getting worse and it was hard for them to see their great Guardian loose herself. She's so powerful that she could end the world with a single click of her finger. She's so powerful that if she ended her life the world could go into the apocalypse. She's the first female. The last great Guardian they had, ended his life because the pressure, stress, power and responsibility got too much. It corrupted him, he ended his life but found a successor. There's a difference.

The power isn't corrupting Marinette, she's failed at ending her life, she hasn't got someone to pass on the box to. The Kwami and Guardian bond shows her true self, she's dying. She's struggling. Her fingers are slipping, she's falling off the edge. She needs help, support. She needs trust, comfort, love.

Today, the feeling she had when with her brothers changed the bond they had immediately. They felt no negativity, she was happy, she was loving and felt loved. The crime ridden city made her feel whole, like she belonged. To know their Guardian had even a minute of this feeling made them feel the same emotion. There's still hope, maybe her thoughts will change, she can get better.

They just wished they would stop hearing her souls blood curdling screams, her souls anguished cries. Her antagonistic thoughts, her pain-stricken memories. Is it too much to ask for their Guardian to live a happy life without- without this. These Gods created the universe the humans live in, they've given what they needed, can they just get this one thing? They'll plead and beg if you want, they want this one thing, this once and they won't be a bother to anyone anymore.