The Bug, Son of the Bat

Chapter 16

Marcel groaned as he buried his head into his pillow. “This is gonna be a disaster!”

Alya rolled her eyes as she sat up, Nino’s hand chasing after her. “C’mon, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“The Mimic Fight?”

Adrien snorted, his eyes glued to his phone. “Which one?”

“That Mimic Fight.”

The three shared looks as they tried to figure out what in the name of the Kwami he was talking about. Mullo floated up and over to him, landing on his head.

Are you ok, Marcel?

Not really.

Breathe Cookie. It was a year ago.

“Marc?!”

Marcel blinked as he came back to them. “Huh?”

“Dude, you just spaced out on us,” Nino said, wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

Alya smiled at him. “Hey, at least you get to make an unofficial dead kids club with Red Hood and Robin?”

“Als!”

“What? Normally Adrien is the one making jokes and he’s not saying any!”

“Excuse you, my jokes are hiss-toric.”

Marcel snorted. “No, your jokes are ssstupid.” Alya snarked back.

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“To be fair both of those were bad.”

“Oh shut up Nino.”

“Babe, shush.”

“I like mouse puns better.” Marcel grinned. “Besides, I think Nightwing will have a conniption once he learns about it.”

“Over what?”

“He is convinced I’m an innocent little bean who needs protection.”

“Well.” Adrien paused. “He ain’t wrong.”

“I’m not!”

“You so are.”

“As if. You two only know the sweet as a cookie Marc. I grew up with the little psycho who decided he was going to start another revolution.”

“When the fuck did that happen?”

“Hey! I was a little kid! It didn’t even end badly.”

“I kid you not, this is what happened. So the staff at school were all like ‘we’re shorting lunch so good luck’- which wasn’t a problem for Marc because he lives like right next to the school. But he over here like this will actually cause problems for other kids. So he decided he wanted to start a kids revolution, somehow got enough kids together to form a small army- I think like only half actually went to our school-”

“75% and the decision was a district decision-”

“Ok that makes more sense as to why your little army stormed the freakin school board!”

“Long story short, I got our lunch times fixed and parents were sent a formal apology for trying that.” Marcel quickly cut to the chase. Adrien and Alya shared a looked before turning back to him. A knock on the window quickly silenced whatever they were going to say. Marcel sighed. “Great.”

“Go face the music, Mousie?”

“Please, I think this is the first time ever Marc will face the bad consequences of his actions.”