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When Nettie returned to Paris, she wasn’t returning alone as she normally would. This time, Tim had decided to come with her to ensure things went smoothly. That and he didn’t want Nettie to have to deal with it alone. She would've been able to handle it, but she would never say no to being able to spend more time with him, especially since they had only been able to see each other over the summer for years.
With Tim coming back with her, there was no reason for her to take the plane with her classmates. She’d easily gotten permission from her teacher and parents to make other arrangements, by which she meant magic door between Paris and Gotham. They didn’t need to know that, however, and assumed she’d be flying back with Tim, when she was really just going to drag Tim back with her through her connecting door.
They went through the door shortly after her class’s flight left, instantly ending up in her greenhouse where she allowed the Kwami to roam freely. Tim seemed amazed at how the whole place radiated a sense of protection. She’d told him about the greenhouse before, of course. If she hadn’t told him about her safe pace he really would have ended up kidnapping her. After she’d shown Tim all the wonders of her magical greenhouse they’d gathered up the Kwami and headed to the Wayne family’s Parisian apartment.
Nobody expected them to be in the city until shortly after her class returned, so they spent that time together in the apartment. They played games together, chatted about the evidence they’d collected, and plotted a bit. Nettie made them food when they got hungry, and now that they were away from Gotham they let themselves lament over how they’d gained a cult. On accident.
They didn’t ask for a cult, and they didn’t know what to do with one. Damian would occasionally tell them about things the cult had done to try and make them address it, but they’d always just made a note and continued to ignore it. For the most part, the cult didn’t do much other than hush about how amazing the two of them were. Occasionally, however, the cult would host... events. Sometimes it was charity work, sometimes it was recruiting new members, and sometimes it was attempts at magical rituals. They had no idea what the rituals were meant to accomplish, but from the rumors they’d heard the goal was to make the two of them immortal.
Yeah, maybe it was best if they just continued to ignore it.
When the class finally arrived back in Paris, Nettie had to go back to the bakery to see her parents. She also figured she should tell them that once she'd graduated she was planning on moving back to Gotham. They probably could guess that that's what she was going to do, but it would be best for her to confirm. They were supportive of her decision, and didn't fight her on it at all. After her second summer spent back in Gotham she's pretty sure that they realized they'd adopted someone that hadn't actually needed to be adopted. While they hadn't been the most present parents, they'd done their best, and that was all Nettie could really ask for. If they'd actually been a constant presence she might not have been able to slip away as much as she'd needed to take care of things.
Once her parents were informed of her plans to return to Gotham, it was time for Nettie to nail Adrien in court. Tim helped her set things up with the assistance of the Wayne Lawyers, and soon enough, Adrien was on trial. With the amount of evidence they'd managed to gather against him, it was no surprise that Nettie won. Adrien was to be sent to prison, where he would have regular visits to the psych ward in the hopes of improving his mental health. Nettie had pulled some strings to make it so that he'd never see the outside of those prison walls. The freedom Adrien had so coveted with the downfall of his father and possession of the black cat miraculous was now permanently out of his reach. A simple curse ensured it would stay that way. Adrien wouldn't be able to bother her again, and he would suffer with the loss of his freedom. He'd be going to the same place he used to put criminals away, and since he'd been outed as Chat Noir, he was going to have to watch his back.
When he was taken away he'd resisted, screaming curses at Nettie and Tim, promising revenge he'd never be able to obtain. His behavior during the trial had barely been civil, and his insistence that he'd done nothing wrong, that he was just trying to make Nettie realize that they were meant to be, didn't endear him to the jury at all. His mother had gotten him some pretty good lawyers, but when you've got the Wayne family backing you, the opponent might as well not even turn up to court. Adrien was finished before he even set foot in the courtroom for the first time.
With Adrien finally locked away, the remainder of the school year went by extremely quickly. Her class was too ashamed to confront her about anything, especially since Adrien had neglected to deny it when the Rogues stated that he'd been using Lila as a pawn, which meant he'd known she was a liar and never told them. A good portion of the class hadn't believed Lila after Nettie had cast doubt on the validity of her claims, but they'd all been fooled by Adrien, and they were having a hard time coming to terms with it. She'd never felt particularly close to anyone in her class, so it didn't really affect her, though she did take note of their shame. Graduation came and passed, the rest of the Wayne family coming by to support Nettie and bring her back to Gotham with them. Leaving Paris without the intention to return was freeing for Nettie. She would finally be able to remain in the city she considered home, even if it did have its own problems and eccentricities.
Their main problem was the cult, which had apparently gained a Parisian branch once her class had returned. She hadn't even known they were official members, she'd just assumed they found the merchandise funny. Nettie could only hope it wouldn't spread further. If it did, she and Tim might end up accidentally taking over the world without having to lift a finger, and that wouldn't be fun. If they wanted to take over the world, they wanted to put in the work, not let their unofficial cult do it for them.
Thoughts of world domination and cults would have to wait, however, as during their joint birthday celebration, after Nettie had turned 18, Tim proposed. The family was ecstatic about her finally becoming a Wayne, though she'd already been considered family. Planning the wedding took a while, and since there was no way Nettie could get away with having a wedding without inviting her Rogues. They'd end up crashing it if they didn't get formal invites, which isn't something anyone wanted. She also invited her adoptive parents and grandparents, though she was going to have Nygma walk her down the aisle instead of Tom.
The wedding went surprisingly smoothly seeing as it was attended by heroes, vigilantes, Rogues, and a few civilians. Tim had asked Kon to be his best man, of course, and Nettie had allowed people to battle it out for the chance to be her maid of honor. She'd been a bit surprised at how many people participated in the battle, but she was true to her word, and the winner was allowed to be her maid of honor. Or man of honor in this case, seeing as Jason had won the fight. The rest of the boys were groomsmen, and the girls were bridesmaids. Nettie had also decided that her familiars should be allowed to participate, though they couldn't do it overtly due to the civilians, but Nettie made them all little bowties and they were allowed to roam around. It had been an amazing night, overall, and Nettie was happy that her and Tim were finally able to get married.
Their cult was pretty happy about it as well, if the tweets and new merch were anything to go by. One of the presents Jason had gotten them was a matching pair of t-shirts that read "Accidental Cult Leader," and the picture of them wearing them reluctantly while grimacing at Jason had gone viral. The reluctant acknowledgement had excited all branches of the cult, which despite their hopes was spreading thanks to the internet and various heroes the batfam associated with. There was no escape, apparently.
Fortunately, Nettie and Tim wouldn't have to deal with the chaos their cult was prone to create, as they'd be off on their honeymoon relaxing. They only told Alfred where they were going so that they wouldn't be interrupted except in the case of an actual emergency. The bats were going to have a hell of a time dealing with the chaos the Rogues would cause without Nettie there to tell them no. Not that it was Nettie's problem, if anything she was looking forward to seeing the chaos they made for the bats. She wasn't worried about whether they'd follow her rules, because they'd been in place for long enough that most everyone was used to them at this point, even if they were a bit disappointed about some of them.
When they got back from their honeymoon Nettie would take care of the Rogues and any other problems that had occurred during their absence, as would Tim with Wayne Enterprises. They weren't referred to as a power couple for nothing. They were widely respected (and feared) as a couple before they even became a couple. Now that they were married they were even more respected. Nobody would dare go after them for fear of what they'd do in retribution, and their efficiency and ease with solving troubling situations was part of why their cult was spreading so fast. What's even worse is that, while it was unconfirmed, many people in Gotham had decided that Pixie and Red Robin had to be involved with each other somehow, and had marked them as a power couple as well.
Yeah, they were definitely going to be enjoying their break away from the chaos that is Gotham. Nettie looked over at Tim, who was patiently waiting for her next to the door that led back to her greenhouse. She walked over to him and reached out, grabbing his hand so they could lace their fingers together, looking up at him with a smile. "You ready to get out of here?"
He smiled as he gently squeezed her hand, looking down to meet her gaze. "With you? Always."
She blushed a bit and hit his arm playfully. "You know I can't handle it when you say things like that!"
"Yeah, that's why I keep saying them." He smirked as she glared up at him with a pout.
"Maybe I should wear that one Pixie outfit you like so much, we'll see who's blushing then." She laughed at the mild panic on his face, giving him a bright smile as she looked towards the door that would lead them into Paris, where they would then head off to their actual destination. They were taking precautions so they wouldn't be interrupted on their trip, as the bats were wont to do. "I'm almost afraid that as soon as we leave the city will catch on fire just to draw us back."
"I know, me too. I just hope that Alfred will keep everyone in line. There's also the cult," he said that last part reluctantly with a grimace on his face. "They seem rather determined for us to spend time alone together, and quite a few of your Rogues and some heroes have joined it, so if all else fails, they might help keep things in order."
"I hate to admit it but you're probably right. Their enthusiasm over our wedding was insane."
"We'll just have to try not to think about it. We deserve a nice break away from the crazy, especially since our lives have been nothing but crazy for years now. You even longer than me, which is saying something."
"It's only been crazy for like, 13 years. It's not that long. And besides," she looked up at him lovingly, reaching up with her free hand to caress his face as she leaned up on tiptoe. "I've had you with me almost the whole time. As long as we're together, we can get through just about anything." Tim's gaze softened at her words, and he leaned down to meet her, their lips connecting in a soft kiss.
When they parted they both looked at the awaiting doorway with a soft sigh. "Well, we better get going. We can't keep the Pixie of Gotham away from her subjects for too long." While it was meant as a joke, it was pretty accurate. Even when she'd been living in Paris she'd been visiting Gotham at least twice a week due to Rogue shenanigans. Nettie stuck out her tongue at him before turning and dragging him through the doorway and into her greenhouse. They had a honeymoon to get to.