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Daminette December: 16-(SUB) Gold Digger

Alya stared into wonder, as Marinette crossed the room of the Wayne Gala.

'What the fuck is she doing here?'

She had tried inviting Lila, but she had said she was too busy.

'Did she know that Mari would be here?'

Alya froze as she watch Marinette talk to Lois Lane and Clark Kent with such familiarity. Even Jon had gone up and hugged her! Alya watched as a guy came up from behind them and put his arm around her waist.

'What is going on?'

Alya ran up to Jon, after watching Marinette walk to the other side of the room with the mysterious guy.

"Hey, Jon." She spoke, trying to keep an eye out.

"Alba?" He questioned.

She winced, "A-Alya."

"Sorry." Jon apologized, "What-Did you have a question?"

"Um, I did actually." Alya answered, "How do you know Marinette?"

"You know Mari, too?" He shouted, excitedly, "We have so much to talk about!"

"Yeah." She smiled, awkwardly, " I didn't realize you knew her."

"Oh, yeah!" He stated, "I met Mari in university, after my best friend, Damian started dating her. Actually, I don't remember seeing you at the wedding."

'Marinette's married?'

"Busy." She replied, quickly, trying to keep the shock off of her face.

"Oh yeah. Ma and Pa are always busy, too." Jon spoke.

"It makes sense that your parents know your best friend, after all." Alya commented.

"Of course!" He smiled, "The Wayne family own the Daily Planet, after all."

'Huh?'

"Pa and Bruce are old friends and Damian had been my best friend for years." Jon continued, "Mari has changed him so much...in a good way."

Jon leaned in and whispered, "If you ask his brothers, off record, they'll say he was much more violent before her. Like Beauty and the Beast."

'Marinette married into the Wayne family and they own the Daily Planet. Marinette is my boss!'

"You wanna go talk to them?" Jon questioned.

"Another time." Alya smiled, "The Waynes are busy and I don't want to hog her attention."

As she walked away, she swallowed a very hard pill. She had been moments away from going to yell at Marinette, but Marinette held the power to fire her. It wasn't worth losing her dream job, especially when she wasn't even a journalist yet.

Alya held a zoom meeting with some of the others in Paris. Others had drifted apart in University and barely spoke to them now. They had been shocked to learn that Mari had gotten married.

"Who did she marry?" asked Nathaniel.

"Yeah, what's he like?" questioned Kim.

"Damian Wayne." Alya spoke.

"Are you sure?" Alix asked, confused.

"Yes." Alya answered.

"Alya are you 100%, no, 1000% sure?" Max pressed.

"Yeah. I talked to my boss' kid. The whole family knows them." She declared, "I was about to march over to Mari and call her a bitch for everything and then I found out the Waynes own my work. Mari is my boss. I can't say anything to her, without risking my job."

"Alya." Alix spoke up, "Lila has been telling us that her new boyfriend is Damian Wayne. She told us they went out last Friday."

"Last Friday?" She questioned, "That was the night of the gala and he was there with Marinette. He barely left her side."

The call fell silent.

"Did we make a mistake?" Nathaniel asked.

"Are you sure that's what she said?" Alya shot back.

"Yeah!" Kim cried out.

After a few moments of silence, Alya spoke, "I'll.....I'll talk to Jon first."

"Babe." Nino called.

"If....If anyone knows something, he would. " she answered, "He's Damian's best friend and he seemed to really like Mari. The whole family does."

"Alya." Nino spoke.

"Bruce was-He got around with woman at this age. Damian didn't give the impression that he would." Alya continued, "Bruce isn't even married."

"Babe." Nino called out again.

"I need some air." She declared and turned off the call.

Alya decided to pour her research abilities into Damian Wayne.

'Jon wasn't kidding when he said he was violent before.'

Damian was introduced as Bruce Wayne's biological child at the age of eleven. Bruce explained how he had been living with his mother, all that time, and he was as shocked as any of them. Many commented how Damian looked exactly like Bruce at that age. He was a vegetarian and an animal activist.

There were a few articles of Damian being suspended for injuring a student or teach. His only statement was he 'disliked being touched'. He even hit a journalist for attempting to ask him questions. Damian had labeled it 'harassment'. He was called Gotham's own Ice Prince.

It was a shock to Gotham when Marinette and Damian announced they were officially dating. The city called them 'Daminette'. Damian was viewed as 'softer', but very protective of Mari. She had been kidnapped for ransom by Scarecrow. When GCPD found him, he was screaming for Damian to get away from him. He was found beaten and bruised. When the young Wayne was questioned about his actions he boldly claimed 'He wasn't afraid of the rouges. If Marinette was hurt again, he was willing to go to jail for the murder of a rouge.' Marinette was quickly listed as 'off limits' and dubbed 'Gotham's Sunshine Princess'.

There were dozens of articles of them at charity events. There were even pictures of Jagged Stone with Damian and Fang.

'I saved Jagged Stone's pet kitten.'

'Why are you lying? Jagged Stone doesn't have a pet kitten, Lila. He hatched a crocodile egg and named him Fang.'

'Maybe he was holding it for a friend? He just seemed so grateful!'

'Marinette, hey, um, can you sign my cd?'

'Gah! Uh, su-sure , Adrien. Go here. I-I mean here ya go, Buddy.'

Actually, now that she thought about it, more, Mari designed his Eiffel Tower glasses, too. Alya took a deep breath and looked up Marinette, instead.

Marinette was a very sought out designer. Jagged Stone had announced her as his designer when she was eighteen. He mentioned how she had been working with him since she was fourteen, but had been under an NDA contract.

There were even pictures of her with Luka and Juleka.

'When did I last talk to Juleka...or Rose?'

Marinette's designs were on runways at fashion week. She traveled a lot: Milan, London, Shanghai, New York, LA. She had her own label, not affiliated with the Wayne family.

It had taken Alya two weeks to process everything.

"Jon, do you mind if I ask you a question?" She asked him, at work.

"Sure." He answered.

"Do you know a Lila Rossi?" She asked.

Jon made a face, "You mean that liar?"

"Huh?" She spoke.

Jon sighed, "You heard about how she was claiming to be dating Damian, too, right?"

Alya simply nodded.

"Damian already served her with a defamation lawsuit." He replied.

"What?" She answered.

"Yeah." He continued, ignoring her shock, "Adrien heard it and told me, so I told Damian. He doesn't like his name being slandered."

"Oh, that's good." Alya smiled, trying to hide her panic, "I....I heard about it from a friend , back home, and it didn't make sense. I told them Damian was married."

"Hey, you did good." Jon replied, putting his arm around her shoulder, "You told them the truth and you had the facts to back it up."

Alya nodded, quickly.

"Oh and don't worry about a story." He spoke, removing his arm.

"St-story?" She questioned.

Jon pulled out his phone and stated, "Damian said 'That gold digger is as pathetic as the rest. Her name does not deserve to make it to the front page'. Adrien told him how she likes the attention. That she use to try to keep getting with him, too, and it took him coming out, as gay, for her to leave him alone."

Jon suddenly started laughing, recalling something, "A-He said she tried to rub on him so he shoved her off, sat of Jagged Stone's son's lap and made out with him. She hasn't bothered him since."

Alya remained silent. She hadn't even known that Adrien was gay.

"I better not see this in a story." He stated, any trace of laughter was gone, "It would be hearsay."

"No! " she answered, quickly.

He continued, "Good. You're learning. You can't take the word of one person and believe it. Someone else may recall something else, differently. Journalism is about finding the truth. Lies don't belong in a story. That's tabloid gossip and for bloggers, even fanfiction writers."

"With this Lila, she will learn the hard way that lying is wrong. She is going to have to explain to a jury: why she lied and what made her claim to be in a relationship with a married man. If she still claims to be his affair partner, she will have to show evidence: dates, hotel names, locations. All of which, Damian can disprove with his own bank statements. If money was taken out, it would show. There are cameras everywhere, especially owned by Wayne Enterprises. They make sure to aid the GCPD with rogue attacks, so they can see every angle." Jon spoke.

"Same with trips out of the states. Damian can disprove he didn't go to visit her and he didn't pay for her to be flown to Gotham or met up in some fantasy place. Not to mention her own passport. " He concluded, "I know Adrien said she likes to lie about celebrities. Hopefully, this is her only lie, out there, because if there's more, celebrities might come out of the woodworks just to sue her. I'm sure you know about limitations and how people can be convicted like ten years later for something they did."

Alya smiled and nodded.

"You should studying law books in your free time. Especially ,what a journalist can and can't do or say." Jon recommended.

"I will." Alya replied, "Thank you."

Alya was in a sour mood, all day after that conversation/information dump. At lunch, she looked up Lila and tried to cross it with her blog. She couldn't find any evidence of past stories to them. There was no dedicated song. Prince Ali worked in children's hospitals, not the environment. Alya looked her up as a model and only saw the Gabriel brand. Lila had been fired at eighteen.

When Alya looked up Adrien Agreste, she saw he had come out as gay, but was in a long distance relationship with his boyfriend, while he finished his studies. He admitted, he planned to leave Paris and move in with him, later. Alya sent a group text for a meeting after work, labeled ASAP. She then spent her lunch inside of her car, bawling.

Alya got home and quickly pulled up the group zoom chat.

"Alya, why-" began Alix.

"Damian Wayne is suing Lila." Alya announced.

"What?" Asked Kim.

"No way!" Exclaimed Nathaniel.

Alya took a deep breath, "His exact comment was 'The pathetic gold digger doesn't deserve her name on the front page."

"Lila isn't like that!" Proposed Mylene.

"Adrien corroborate his story." The journalist declared.

Ivan gasped, "What?"

"But they dated!" Kim shouted.

Alya shook her head, "Adrien's gay and has a boyfriend."

"What about in Bustier's class?" pressed Alix.

"Yeah!" cried out Mylene, "They were always together!"

"Adrien broke up with Kagami during that time." Nino admitted, "She didn't like how Lila clung to him, in the photoshoots, but she also felt like Adrien had a crush on Marinette."

"What?"

"Adrien liked Mari?"

"Did they date?"

"Is that why she called Lila a liar?"

"As far as I know of...no." the DJ answered, "I asked and he said she was more like a little sister to him and he was protective of her."

"He-" began Max.

"He did try to tell me and Alya that Lila was lying, but we thought he was just taking Mari's side." He continued to confess, "It was suspicious since he had just barely started to get closer to her."

He could tell everyone was shocked.

"Marinette knows Jagged Stone." Alya spoke.

"What?" Ivan declared.

"She's been his designer since Bustier's class. She made his Eiffel Tower glasses." Alya sniffled, "She goes with him to charity events. Luka and Juleka call her their 'unofficial cousin'."

"Alya." Alix whispered.

"I looked up a lot when I was at lunch." She sniffled, "I found out from Jon, Damian's best friend. I-I deleted my blog."

"What?" shouted Nino.

"Why would you do that?" Mylene questioned.

"Lila lied about.....everything! I-I couldn't find anything to prove she wasn't lying." Alya sobbed, "Jon said that evidence could be used, even years later. If another person wanted to sue her, they could just use my blog. I'd be a laughing stock! I could lose my job!"

"Alya." Nino spoke, sympathetically.

"We believed a fucking gold digger and lost Mari! I lost my best friend for some cheap imitation!" She started to scream, "Why didn't I listen? Why did I believe Lila so much more than Mari?"

They could see that Alya was taking this information the hardest. One by one, they left the call and texted Lila.

'We know that Damian Wayne suing you.'

'Alya works at the Daily Planet, under his family.'

'His best friend laughed at her and your audacity for going after a married man.'

'Even Adrien is ready to testify, against you, on how much of a liar and gold digger you are.'

'Marinette is married to Damian Wayne, but I guess you didn't know that.'

'I cant believe we believed you.'

'We were idiots.'

'We were kids!'

Lila looked at her phone, as the comments continued to roll in. She had finally been outted as a liar. She had lost Adrien early on and never recovered from his betrayal.

Lila had run away the moment she saw him kissing Luka. He had messed up her plan, all her hard work! It wasn't until later in the year that she realized she had actually fallen for Adrien; he was no longer a ploy to make her famous. Adrien Agreste was who made her happy and who she could be herself around. He had known she was a liar but he tried to make everything better. Now he was forever out of her reach.

Lila had tried to date, but none of them were as good looking. All of them listened to her lies and believed her. None of them were right. In the end, she kept with the same stupid friends, hoping to hear that Adrien had only been going through a phase. Then he had to mess it up again and tell the world he had a boyfriend and was moving in with him soon.

She had cried for days. She told herself that she needed to look like she still had it together so she had made the decision to look up 'wealthy men my age' and chose Damian Wayne. When she found out she was getting sued, Lila had finally realized Adrien hadn't felt threatened by her antics in the slightest. He had never taken her seriously. Lila was slapped with a lawsuit and a restraining order by the Wayne family. If she persisted with false accusations, they recommend a psychological evaluation to be done.

She never expected Alya to turn on her; she had told everyone she was a liar. Adrien had called her a liar. It felt like a slap in the face when they mentioned Marinette. Lila hadn't thought about her in years. Marinette still won the battle, she thought she had victory over years ago.

Pictures started filling her phone of Damian and Marinette announcing their first child. There was even a picture of Adrien smiling wearing a dorky shirt that read "I'm an Uncle!". The next picture was worse. It was an announcement of Adrien moving to Metropolis to be with his boyfriend, Jon Kent; Marinette's look alike.

She dropped her phone and laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

'Is it really that hard to find a rich man when some nobodies did it with ease? Guess I better find a job tomorrow. Maybe I'll find a rich guy that way; they did.'

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myazael · 1 hour ago

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Have you thought about an upgrade that Marinette would have with the ladybug miraculous in SL?

I think I've said it before that Marinette as Ladybug is actually weirdly one of the harder combos for me to design. Everything I do feels either Not Enough or Way Too Much (to me), but I tried to add in some Season 6 elements into her new look and I love messing with Marinette's hair (maybe that's the problem I feel like I'm stuck with the pigtails?) Anyway, unlike S4/S5's Magic Charm suit, this would be a permanent upgrade for Ladybug.

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myazael · 1 hour ago

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Have you done a design of Marc with the Fox Miraculous?

It seems canon that the powers of the Miraculouses just Work for Everyone, but I think it'd be fun if it was a little harder for non-artists types to "draw" up Illusions.

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myazael · 2 hours ago

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Daminette December: 15-(SUB) How to Thaw a Frozen Heart

PART 1

Word spread quickly about Damian and Marinette dating. Many people were shocked, even more so, when they found out that he was the one who asked her out.

When people looked into him, they learned he was called the 'Ice Prince of Gotham'. Lila was furious hearing the whispers. She looked into Marinette's boyfriend and learned his family was wealthier than the Agreste.

'How could he choose that nobody?'

Lila realized she could play off Marinette's "jealousy " any more. The others had commented how happy she looked with him and how she was smiling more. They would look out of the lunchroom and see the two sitting on the law, sketching. The new couple would even walk together after school.

Just when Lila thought, she could relax away from the school drama, pictures of them started to pop up in the news. Pictures of their dates: Damian and Marinette at a cafe, coming out of the movies, at the park with his dog, him leaving the bakery! She lost it when she read the headlines: Parisian Pastry Princess thaws out Ice Prince's heart.

'Why are they calling her a princess?'

Meanwhile, Marinette and Damian were panicking internally. They had never meant for this to get out of hand. It was suppose to be for school only and some how everyone thought they were really dating. Yeah, they enjoyed each others company. They were both afraid to admit it, but they more relaxed with each other than anyone else.

"Damian!" Dick cried out.

Damian sighed. He was expecting this and knew calling would make it go quicker.

"So," Jason smiled, "tell us about your princess."

"First off, she hates being called that." Damian declared, "I tried it once and she said "Don't" very...forcefully."

They laughed.

"So, what drew you to her, Little D?" Asked Dick.

"We're fake dating." He answered.

"What?" Cried Dick.

"Aw. Come on!" Whined Jason.

"Knew it." Tim declared.

"You can't ruin it, just like that." Sighed Jason.

"I did not expect you to agree to fake date someone, Damian." Bruce finally spoke.

"I asked her. " his son replied.

"You....asked her?" Dick questioned. "You....asked her to date you....without actually dating?"

"Yes." Damian answered, "Father did Grayson sustain a concussion?"

"Why?" Questioned Tim, "Why would you ask and more importantly, why did she say yes? How much money did you offer her?"

Damian glared at Tim, "She was being bullied and mistreated. I proposed the idea so they would leave her alone."

That was not the answer they had expected. They knew Damian was attractive enough to get a girlfriend, if he actually wanted one. They also knew he hated publicity so the girl he was with, had to be worth it. They just wanted to see how long it would take to make him crack. Dick just smiled.

"Are you treating her well?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, Father." His youngest son answered.

"What about...touching?" Jason pressed.

"She knows about my boundaries. " he replied.

"Hate to break it to you," Tim spoke, before sipping on his mug, "but if people don't see some action, they might assume figure out you are fake dating."

"Are you suggesting, I get physical with her? " Damian asked.

"At your age level!" Dick cried out, quickly.

They realized Damian was stumped.

'Oh, boy.'

"We'll get to that later, but since you're not serious about her, it doesn't matter." Jason stated.

"And she respects your boundaries." Dick pointed out, "so it's....unlikely she will try anything."

"Try anything?" Damian asked.

The boys looked at each other and Bruce sighed, "Your conception, Damian."

"Ah. No, I do not believe she will do anything like that." Damian declared, putting them all at ease.

"So, when can we meet her?" Tim smirked.

Damian glared and ended the call.

Lila, ever the opportunist, quickly spread the word that Damian and Marinette weren't really dating. She confided in others that Damian told her it was a publicity stunt to make him more likeable and Marinette was just that desperate. Too bad, for her, Damian heard her and quickly notified Marinette.

She sighed, "Thank you for trying, Damian."

"Are you saying the deal is off?" He questioned.

"Isn't it?" She asked, "Lila is actually telling the truth, this time and-"

"I can hold your hand." Damian announced, "I brought my motorcycle today. I can give you a ride home, if your parents allow it."

'That should be enough physical contact for the masses. Curse Drake for being correct.'

"Are you sure? The motorcycle, I don't have a problem with; Nona has a bike and I ride with her." Marinette stated, "You said you don't like being touched."

"You trust your Nona." Damian pushed back, avoiding the obvious.

"I trust you." Marinette declared, "You have been nothing but honest to me. You never hid your intentions and you didn't cross my boundaries either."

Damian gulped. He hadn't expected her to trust him. She had never told him her boundaries and yet, she had respected his.

Later, in the day, people started whispering about Daminette holding hands. Curiosity got the better of some people and they had to ask, 'Why the sudden urge to hold hands?'

"I am not particularly fond of physical touch." Damian admitted to his peers.

Marinette smiled, "We are going at his pace and I'm okay with that. If tomorrow he told me he didn't want to hold hands, I would wait until he asked if we could again."

Many were satisfied with their answers, but when word spread around, Lila decided to confront them head on.

"Is Marinette forcing you?" Lila pushed, reaching out to him.

Damian slapped her hand away. Lila quickly pulled her hand to her chest and sniffled.

"I-" she started to speak.

"It is known in Gotham that I am the byproduct of rape; my father speaks about it at movements." Damian stated, "I despise physical touch. If you looked deep enough, into my background, you would have seen that I have broken many girls' hand for not keeping them to themselves."

Lila took a step back.

"My father is aware of my hatred for touch. I told Marinette when I asked her out." He growled, "My Angel has never pushed for physical contact!"

"And it's okay if you're not ready, Damian. If holding my hand is too much, we don't have to." Marinette smiled, letting his hand go.

"Are you finished spreading falsified statements about myself and my girlfriend?" Damian questioned Lila.

"I'm not!" She quickly pushed back, "I-"

"Heard you claim Marinette was forcing herself on me." He shot back, "You are a disgrace and no better than paparazzi attempting to create a false story for popularity."

Lila shifted nervously, "But I-"

Damian took a step towards her, "One more false statement and I will personally go to your employer, buy out your contract, and permanently black list you from fashion."

For once in her life, Lila remained silent.

"You can't do that! " screamed Alya.

"Agreste is a low class millionaire because of his father, who was only influenced by Style Queen." Damian declared, "My father is a billionare. The Wayne family has been around for centuries and throwing away a million, all I have to do is list it under a 'charity service'."

Lila glanced at Marinette and was surprised to see she was shocked as well. She expected her to be looking smug.

'She didn't know! Why the fuck do they always choose her?'

Damian watched as Lila's face contorted with anger towards Marinette. Quickly he decided to end her charade. Damian leaned down and kissed Marinette. Marinette squeaked as he abruptly kissed her. When he pulled away, everyone saw her cheeks bright red. He grabbed her hand and led her away from the crowd.

At the end of the day, everyone witnessed Damian offer Marinette a ride on his motorcycle. They could see she looked more excited about the bike. In a way, it eased Damian. He was afraid that Marinette would pull away from him after he kissed her.

"Ready?" Damian asked, holding out a helmet.

Marinette nodded and took the helmet, smiling.

Mari got on the bike and wrapped her hands around him. She felt him tense. She started to pull away but Damian placed her hands back around his waist.

"I'm calm." His voice echoed in the helmet, "I apologize about kissing you, without asking your permission."

Mari cuddled into his back, "You have helped me more than you know. My first kiss seems like the best reward."

Damian wasn't about to admit that her touch made his body feel on fire. After hearing he was her first kiss, he didn't know what to think. He quickly slammed his visor down and drove away.

"I guess she really did thaw his heart."

"They look so cute togther."

"I'm glad Marinette is so understanding."

"She's so sweet."

"Always has been."

"Did you hear he kissed her and she was so surprised."

"Awww."

"Did you hear the shit that Rossi was spreading about her?"

"Took it like a grain of salt, like all the other shit she says."

Bustier's class kept silent as everyone praised Marinette on her patience with her boyfriend. How Marinette wasn't one to cross boundaries. Mari obviously wasn't jealous of Lila; she was happy with Damian. They didn't know what to say as people laughed about Lila and the lie she had spread about the couple. They wanted to ask, but Lila was nowhere in sight.

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myazael · 2 hours ago

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Daminette December: 14-Mistaken Identity

Marinette looked at the clocked and sighed.

'I should head to the fabric store before it's too late.'

Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door. She opened the door to find her old friends.

"Oh my god, she isn't ready!"

"What have you been doing?"

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"We don't have time for her to change!"

"Fuck! Grab her and we'll fix her hair and make up in the car!"

"I don't understand how you're not ready for your date!"

"You made the reservation, right?"

"La Mode on Béchamel Road."

"Perfect!"

Marinette looked down at her clothes. She was wearing grey yoga pants and sweatshirt that read: Very feral, Very unhinged, Very batshit. She shrugged, ignoring the comments, grabbed her purse, and slipped on her ballet flats as they pushed her towards the door of her apartment.

When they got to the restaurant, Alya dragged her towards the doors. She pushed her inside and headed towards the front desk.

"Hi." Alya smiled, sheepishly, "Reservation for two; uh, under Alya."

The usher looked at Marinette up and down, before rolling his eyes.

"Follow me." They sneered.

Alya shoved her forward and ran out the door. From her seat, she could see the girls, behind the bushes.

'I guess they forgot how much we've grown. Not super hard to spot them'

Marinette watched as a guy came barreling over to her table.

'He's cute.'

"Look, I dont want to do this." He began.

'Well that was fast.'

Marinette smiled, "Me either. Well, it was nice to meet you." Before standing up and walking out of the restaurant.

She smirked when she walked past him. It was easy to see he hadn't expected her reply.

'What the fuck just happened?

'Who was that?'

'I thought Mari agreed to the date.'

The girls stood from their vantage point and was about to chase after her, but her 'date' beat them to it.

Damian chased after and called out, "Wait!"

"I thought you just said-" Marinette sighed.

"Why don't you want to do this?" He interrupted.

"Look, I'm sure your nice and all, but they dragged me, out of nowhere, to come on this stupid date." Mari answered.

"Did you not....volunteer?" Damian asked, shocked.

"No! I don't even know your name; let alone, anything about you!" She shouted, "They just said I was going on a date and the only reason I went along with it, was because I already planned on going to the fabric store down the street. I got a free ride."

Damian smirked.

"Mari, you have to get back inside!" Alya shouted, running towards her.

Marinette stopped and stated, "No."

"Will you grow up and-" Alya started

"You're the one that needs to grow up and stop acting like we're friends." Mari shouted back, surprising the girls, "We haven't been friends in years and now suddenly, it's like we're thirteen?"

The girls had no words. They hadnt realized their friendship was shattered until that moment.

"I don't want to date anyone. It would be a waste of my time and theirs." The designer stated, "I leave Paris at the end of the month. Hell, I leave Europe at the end of the month and I don't plan on dating long distance, with my busy work schedule. The only thing that would happen, is me breaking up with them, like when I dated Luka. He deserved better; everyone does."

'Marinette is leaving Paris!'

'How did we not know?'

'Alya should have known about this! They're best friends.'

'Was this date suppose to make her stay?'

'What about the Adrien?'

'I thought this is what she always wanted, to be with Adrien?'

"I'm sure this guy you set me up with is-" Mari continued.

"I set you up with Adrien!" Alya cried out, "Just like you always wanted! Why am I the bad guy? I dont know this guy!"

Alya smiled once she says Marinette's shocked face.

'I knew it! She still loves-'

"The fact that you still think I care about Agreste shows how much you don't know me." Mari stated, "Hell, Kagami has invited me over for three ways with her and Felix and the only reason I have said 'No' is because Felix still resembles Adrien."

Alya's jaw dropped.

'When did she start calling Adrien, 'Agreste'?'

"Though, he has started to grow out his hair." Mari mumbled, "I wondering Gami is forcing him to do so."

Damian chuckled.

Mari turned to him, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this and I may have ruined your date."

"I meant what I said earlier. I never wanted to go on the date in the first place." Damian stated, "Not worth the endeavor."

Mari giggled, "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for and if you're ever on Rue Street, go to the bakery and I'll get you something on the house."

As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her hand.

"I'm visiting Paris and you mentioned a fabric store, I assume you know where to find art supplies." He stated.

"The store I'm going to has a really good art section, but if you don't like it, there's a store two blocks away I go to for my sketching supplies." Marinette answered.

"I paint, too." He spoke.

"Felix might know!" She answered, pulling out her phone, "I think he has martial arts for another hour, but he usually checks his phone, after that."

"May I join you?" Damian asked.

Mari smiled, "Now that I know you're not forced to be with me, of course. Oh, I'm Marinette. "

"Damian." he answered.

The girls just shifted uncomfortably as they watch Mari walk away happily, with a stranger. Adrien ran up to the girls and tried to catch his breath.

"Sorry, I'm late, Alya." He gasped, "Lila made the photoshoot run late and-"

"Forget it!" She shouted and walked away.

'Lila was suppose to make sure he was on time! She said Marinette was exited about the date when she told her! This is her fault!'

Adrien looked at the others, confused.

"So, we, uh-" Mylene tried to explain.

"We tried to set you up on a blind date with Mari, but she left." Alix confessed.

"She didn't want to go on the date." Juleka explained, "She said she was leaving Paris soon."

"It's not you! Rose quickly shouted, "She didn't even know it was with you, until Alya tried to stop her from leaving!"

"Oh." He answered, "I-It...It's probably for the best. I haven't thought of her that way. It sucks that she's leaving though."

'I wonder if we even would have worked out.'

Meanwhile, Marinette was showing Damian the article supplies and pointing out the brands she favored.

"You mentioned leaving Paris." Damian spoke, "Where are you going?"

Marinette continued to grab colored pencils into her basket and answered, "I don't know if you ever heard of it. Gotham? It's in America."

"I have, actually." He smiled, as she continued to ignore him.

"I got hired to work there by the Wayne family." She continued, "I'll be designing for them."

"Is that so?" He replied, grabbing his own supplies.

'Father sure chose someone interesting. She is entirely focused on what she is doing. I can only assume she has not researched into us or we would be having a different conversation. I'll have to make sure I am the one escorting her to Gotham. After her outburst earlier, the plane ride should be interesting.'

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Daminette December: 13-In Sync

Damian arrived to Paris, using the GPS to locate his wife. She was pinged in the park, near her place. When he arrived, he saw she was surrounded by people yelling at her. A tall boy knocked her over and he quickly stepped in.

"Habibi?" Marinette questioned, as Damian helped her up.

Just as Kim was about to hit Damian, Marinette grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. Everyone froze.

"What the fuck?" Kim whispered, still reeling from the throw.

"Since when can you do that?" Nino shouted.

"Always." Mari smiled, "It's what I was trained for."

"Who the fuck would teach someone to do that?" Alya cried out.

Damian smirked, "My mother. She made sure my wife could keep up with me."

"Wife?" Alya shouted.

"Since when are you married?" Max asked, trying to run calculations in his head.

"We were married when we were three years old." Marinette expressed, "You could call it a Political Marriage."

"Huh?" spoke Nathaniel.

"But-" began Nino.

"Our parents insisted." Mari spoke, "I just remember waking up one day and being dressed up. They walked me down a long corridor and said 'Here is your new family' and left. I never saw them again; not that I remember them, anyways."

"Tom and Sabine-" Kim groaned.

"Work for my family." Damian stated, "They ensure that she is provided for. They are not her parents or family."

The class stood silent.

"What about Adrien?" shouted Alya.

"Yeah!" Nathaniel agreed.

"You're bullying Lila because-" Kim winced, as he tried to get up

"I'm not bullying her." Marinette sighed, "She's nothing but a pathetic liar and you all keep listening to her. Even Adrien knows how pathetic she is, but he wanted her to make friends. He thought you would be smart enough to figure that out."

They looked at her confused.

"What do you mean 'smart enough'?" Max pressed.

Marinette turned to Alya, "What happened to fact checking, Alya? Does it not count when it's your best friend saying bullshit to you?"

"Huh?" Alya questioned, upset.

"Why haven't you interviewed Juleka or Luka about their father, Jagged Stone? Why haven't you gotten an exclusive, directly from the source about his 'Great niece'?" Marinette questioned.

Alya remained silent. It had never crossed her mind to get that type on interview. She didn't want to admit she had forgotten he had been there for the twins birthday a few years ago. Juleka and Lila were close; it would have been an amazing interview.

"I-" she began.

"Why didn't you interview Rose and her friendship with Prince Ali?" Mari pushed again.

"But-" Alya tried to reply.

"Or is it because they met through a children's charity event for pediatric hospitals, not an environmental project like Lila does?" Marinette continued, with a smile, "Is it any wonder that they might 'ignore me' , but not bully me, like you?"

The crowd fell silent, trying to figure out when was the last time Juleka and Rose were apart of their group.

"Half the people she talks about are dead. Half of her illnesses or disabilities don't make sense." Marinette sighed.

"Hey!" shouted Kim, but he was ignored.

"And when you look them up, they are described somehting completely different than what she claimed." Marinette pushed harder, "Why did Max never get interviewed? She saved his life, when I threw that rolled up paper napkin! I'm sure you have evidence about how deadly those can be or is it because deep down, you know it's bullshit, but you just love the attention?"

"You're lying." Alya whispered, struggling to find her voice.

"Marinette hates liars." Damian spoke.

"Should I call the authorities?" he asked, pulling out his phone.

"No Habibi." Marinette smiled, "It's alright; I just won't hold back next time."

Marinette stepped into Alya's personal space, "You better tell that Bitch, she better watch the next words that come out of her mouth because if I 'bully' her again. If she has a black eye or an injured wrist, she'll get one for real. She won't have to wear make up to pretend and this time, she'll wear the proper braces on her 'injuries'."

Alya's breath hitched. Marinette had never been this forward about her dislike of Lila.

"Same goes for all of you." Mari spoke, taking a step back and smiled, "You touch me, I'll break what you need most. Nathaniel's dominant hand. For Kim, a leg for swim practice. Maybe some head phones, a cellphone, or an AI. I'm done playing nice with people who are not my friends."

"Well, we'll sue you!" Alya cried out, thinking it would scare Mari.

Damian smirked, "I haven’t introduced myself; I'm Damian Wayne, son of CEO Wayne Enterprises. I'd shape up if I were you, Miss Blogger. We do not hire tabloid reporters at the Daily Planet."

"Huh?" Alya questioned, feeling the floor give out underneath her.

Damian made sure she had her full attention on him, "You bullied my wife and heiress to the Wayne fortune. The same Waynes who own the Daily Planet. She informed me it was your dream job, I believe, Habibiti."

Mari scoffed, "Don't bother putting my name down, as a reference, if you still want that job. Better shape up now, before it's too late."

Damian nodded, "Lois is very thorough in her investigations."

Alya said nothing as they walked away. The few there, realized they had messed up. Marinette had let them walk all over her; she built up their confidence and torn them down in five minutes.

Adrien quickly removed the miraculous of destruction, tossing it to his floor. He clutched his hand in pain, a faint pink glow around his ring finger.

"Plagg." He hissed, "What's going on?"

Plagg stared at him and then floated down towards his ring, "Ladybug……found her soulmate."

"I know!" he shouted, as his hand continued to throb, "I'm-"

"It's not you, Kid." Plagg announced.

"Huh?" Adrien questioned, forgetting the pain.

"That's why the ring made you take it off." he answered, "You are no longer worthy of it."

"No!" Adrien shouted, "That…That can't be true!"

Adrien reached for Plagg and the miraculous, but as soon as he touched it, he felt burned again. The pain, so intense, it made him drop to his knees.

Plagg looked at him, writhing in pain, "I'm sorry, Adrien. I really did like you." before flying out the window.

"Plagg!" Adrien cried out, "Come back!" but he didn't listen.

Plagg entered Marinette's room with his ring. From the shadows, Damian emerged, startling the Kwami of Destruction. Plagg cackled and dropped the ring in his palm.

He turned to Marinette, "He's good."

Mari smiled, "He's my husband."

As Damian slipped the ring on his finger, a jolt went through them. Tikki and Plagg looked at each other.

"You are finally in sync, with your soulmate." Tikki announced.

"The kind of soulmate Chat Noir kept insisting we were?" Marinette questioned, looking to her husband.

"Yep." Plagg cackled, "That's the one. Kid had it right; it just wasn't him."

'I'm glad our honeymoon is finally coming around.'

'Is that right?'

"You ….You can-" Marinette began, blushing red.

'Read your mind? Yes; as can you.'

Damian picked up Marinette and placed her on his lap.

"I love you." he whispered.

Marinette kissed him, lightly on the lips, "I love you, too."

'You only need to wait a little longer, Habibi, and soon you will be home with me.'

'I know your mother's rule, Habibi. Soon your marriage will be official and I will never have to leave your side.'

'I shall remain in Paris until we defeat Hawkmoth.'

'Gotham won't know what hit them upon our arrival.'

'I wonder what Father's face will look like.'

Marinette giggled an curled deeper into her husband's embrace.

"You think he'll like me?" she whispered.

"Whether he does or not, you are my wife and I will follow you." Damian responded, "We will go where you are comfortable."

'As long as I have you, nothing matters.'

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Daminette December: 12-I Accept

Damian had only taken two steps onto the school property, in Paris, when he heard the rumors of 'Marinette the Bully'. Damian knew those of his age had a tendency to exaggerate. He decided to see for himself if what they were saying was true and if it was, why had they not been taken care of?

Damian took to watching Marinette over the course of a month and found all the rumors to be false. If she was sitting in the library studying, suddenly she was being called out for pushing someone down in the bathroom. Or if she left during lunch, she had stolen their lunch money and used it for herself.

Damian glared at the ringleader as she cradled her wrist, sobbing how 'Marinette didn't mean to push her down during PE'. Marinette had been nowhere near her when she was found collapsed. The lies were horrible and easily disproven, yet no oen took the time to ask.

He watched as Marinette was shoved into lockers or pushed to the ground, had beverages dumped on her or her homework. The one excuse he heard, repeatedly, was 'If you weren't the jealous type, you would have more friends'.

Marinette never retaliated.

'Why is she letting the abuse continue? She is not the bully; she is the victim.'

"Enlighten me as to why you allow Ms. Rossi to speak falsely of you." Damian spoke, cornering Marinette.

"Ive already explained that she was lying." She sighed, glad at least someone else saw through her bullshit, "Lila is like a parasite that dug her way into their minds. Some of the staff, too. She uses her 'diplomatic mother' for power."

"Those are your friends?" He asked.

"They use to be, for a short while. I'm not new to being bullied and no one did anything about that either." Marinette replied, "One of them wants to work at the Daily Planet and be a journalist, but she just believes everything her best friend says because 'I personally know Lois Lane'."

"She lies to them about helping them in the future: their dreams, their goals....ambitions." Mari sighed, "I'm not good enough for people to listen to. I'm just....the baker's daughter."

Damian scowled, upset that her status was determining her face, "My best friend is the grandson of farmers and his parents work hard. He is not wealthy, but he is honest and will notify me if I have overstepped."

Marinette smiled, "That must be nice."

Damian could see it in her eyes, she was already giving up and accepting this would be her life until graduation.

"May I asked about the 'jealousy theory'?" He questioned.

Mari instantly groaned, "I use to have a crush on Adrien Agreste and they have never let it go! I even helped him get with his girlfriend, even though they broke up later. It's not like I waited for my chance for them to break up; I dated too. Luka was nice, but I was always so busy with work so I broke up with him. It wasn't fair to him to come second to my work; he deserves someone better."

'This could work out very well.'

"Sounds familiar." He spoke.

"Huh?" She asked.

"I propose a.......deal." the young Wayne declared.

"What kind of deal?" Mari questioned.

"I refuse to go to school with morons." He stated.

Marinette giggled, "Too late there."

"I will help you reveal her absurd lies." Damian announced.

"How?" She asked, catching her attention

"I will date you under false pretenses." He spoke, shocking her, " Everything I have heard about her lies relies on your 'jealousy'. We eliminate that from her equation, she will be forced to come up with new lies. New reasons as to why you cannot get along, without making her appear as she herself is the reason for all of this. She will forced to play along with your happiness."

"Fake dating, okay. If we do this, we need ground rules." Marinette spoke, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable and I know you don't like people in your space."

Damian nodded, "I am willing to accommodate to this experience. I will follow your lead."

"Oh! Uh...my dates...never really went well." She shrugged, "We would go to the movies or get ice cream, just the two of us. Luka would hold my hand or let me ride on his bike. That requires physical contact, but I've never been kissed; not that I'm expecting you too!"

"Mutual appreciation?" He asked.

"Yes." Mari sighed that her ramble was dropped.

"I prefer painting." Damian declared.

Mari smiled, "I design outfits. We could always go to the museums or just go on walks for inspiration. You don't have to hold my hand or anything. Your honesty is enough."

Damian stared at the girl in front of him. He wasn't well regarded for his honesty. It was different and appreciated.

"Do we have a deal?" He asked.

"Yes. I accept." Marinette answered.

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Daminette December: 11-Cat Crimes

Damian was worried. Alfred the cat had been wandering outside more and he would go missing for hours. He wasn't eating at home, as much, but when he took him to the vet, the claimed he was completely healthy. Out of concern, Damian fixated a camera and a tracker onto Alfred's collar. After a few hours, he noticed he was nowhere in sight and rushed to his computer. He was in downtown Gotham and it was pinging him at someone's residence.

'Was Alfred catnapped? No. He comes back every night. This isn't one of Selina's hideouts.'

Damian quickly activated the camera, only to hear at feminine voice.

"Oh, hello again." They spoke.

'Definitely not Selina. Turn around, Alfred!'

The apartment didn't look horrible for the location they were at. They likely keep to themselves to avoid being robbed.

'A bit of a mess, noticing papers in the floor. Hopefully school or work related.'

Alfred meows broke him out of his observation.

"You want food again?" They asked.

'He's getting food elsewhere. Explains why he's not hungry.'

A small bowl of fish was placed in front of his view.

'Healthy food for a cat. Likely, they own one as well.'

"Oh! You have a collar on today! So you don't belong to someone. I'm so glad!" They cried out, "I was worried you have been living on the streets."

'Someone with compassion for animals, or cats. Good find, Alfred.'

"Let's see your name." they spoke.

He was greeted by a ravenette with long hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a Gotham University shirt and black leggings.

"Um, hi. If you're watching......sorry. I had to do emergency laundry because of my cat and I haven't really fixed up the place." She stated, blushing, "You're welcome to come and pick up your cat, but he normally leaves after two hours. Plagg, you are so grounded."

'Plagg must be her cat.'

Utilizing the GPS tracker on his cat's collar, Damian arrived at an apartment complex. As he was figuring out how to locate the apartment, he spotted the girl from before.

"Miss!" he called out.

She looked down from the fire escape, confused.

"Can I help you?" she questioned.

"I'm here for my cat." he answered, "You invited me over."

"Oh! Uh, unit seven on the fourth floor." she called out, entering her window.

As she opened the door, he noticed she hadn't tried to change anything. She didn't try to impress him. Even her clothes remained the same. Something brushed up against his leg.

'Alfred!'

Damian picked up his cat, "So, this is where you have been coming."

"I'm sorry if we had you worried." the girl spoke.

"He wasn't eating at home." Damian announced, "I took him to the vet."

"Oh kwami!" she shouted, before rushing to grab her phone, "Let me pay you back! I'm so sorry!"

"There's no need." Damian replied, " Thank you for taking care of him. The vet said he was very healthy. You mentioned your cat....Plagg. Do they require medical attention? You mentioned an emergency."

The girl sighed, "Thank you, but no; Plagg the Glutton is around here....somewhere. Lazy thing. Maman fully enjoys spoiling g her furry grandchild. We lived in Paris, until last year, and she found out he loved camembert."

"The cheese most people tend to avoid?" Damian questioned.

'Is it not known for its rancid stench?'

"Yeah. He loves it." She answered, rolling her eyes, "Every once in awhile, she will send some and like a psychic, he starts meowing. I'm not kidding! Like the second it touches down in Gotham, it's like he can sense it and won't stop meowing, until I confirm that she sent him cheese. Once I tell him, he sits by the door until it gets here."

Damian smirked, amused by her cat's joy.

"Maman sent some the other day and I was in a rush to class. I had just finished laundry and I didn't close my bedroom door." She continued, "Plagg had taken some of the cheese and ate it on my laundry pile. The clothes were warm when I left so it melted the cheese."

"How unfortunate. " He declared.

She nodded, "Luckily I don't have classes, tonight. Oh I'm sorry; I haven't asked your name."

"Damian Wayne." He answered.

'Here we go.'

She smiled, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"I should get my criminal cat home." Damian spoke.

"Criminal?" Mari asked, confused.

"Breaking and entering. Loitering. Theft of property. Abandonment." He explained, as if it made perfect sense.

Marinette giggled, "Well, I'm happy to welcome Alfred the Cat back, anytime." as he turned towards the door.

Damian paused and pulled a business card out of his jacket. Marinette stared at it confused.

"Let me know when he returns so I can keep track of his eating habits." he spoke.

"Okay." she smiled.

Damian sighed, annoyed mostly. He had expected Marinette to message him constantly and act as if the were friends, due to Alfred's visits. Three weeks had passed and all Marinette had done was text 'Alfred is here' or 'He just left'. Marinette even included some pictures of what he was eating, as well. She hadn't acted like he expected her to after hearing the Wayne name. He hadn't returned to her apartment either; he had no reason to. Damian found himself somehow co-owning his own cat.

'Let's see how she likes it.'

"Oh my Kwami!" Marinette shouted, "I'll call Maman right now if it will make you stop! It's been five hours Plagg and I have a test in two days!"

"Marinette." Sabine answered, "How are you and Plagg?"

"Maman." she whined, "Did you buy him cheese?"

"No." Sabine answered, confused."

"Plagg!" she shouted, "Grandma didn't buy you cheese!"

"Is he crying?" Sabine giggled.

Mari sighed, "I….I thought it was his psychic powers working, but I guess I was wrong. I'll make an appointment to the vet."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Alfred entering her apartment, from the fire escape.

"Oh! Hello, Alfred. I-" she began, only to be stopped by the doorbell.

"Hold on, Maman." Marinette spoke, opening the door, "Oh, hello, Damian. Alfred just arrived. I was just about to text you. Uh….quick silly question, you wouldn't happen to have camembert with you?"

"I do." Damian smirked, "I'm assuming the cat at my feet is Plagg."

Marinette looked down to see Plagg rubbing against his legs.

"Kiss ass." Mari frowned, making him smirk.

"It seems Plagg's senses were correct, Maman. Alfred the cat's Dad brought him some." Mari spoke into her phone.

'Dad?'

Sabine just laughed, "I'll talk to you later, Dear."

"Bye, Maman." Marinette replied, "Say hi to Papa for me."

Mari waved Damian into her apartment and glared at Plagg as she hung up the phone.

"You know," she spoke to Plagg, "you really are a glutton. If you had been an orange cat, I would have named you Garfield."

"Why that name?" Damian questioned.

'Garfield? Reminds me of Beast Boy.'

"Have you never seen the show?" She asked, brining up a clip of Garfield stuffing his face with lasagna and pizza, "Instead of lasagna, .....camembert."

Plagg chirped, hearing his favorite word. Damian chuckled as Marinette took the cheese into the kitchen, with Plagg at her heels. She opened the container, cut it i to quarters, and set a slice into Plagg bowl.

Marinette and Damian took a seat on the couch, as they watched Plagg eat like his life depended on it. When he was done, he prance over and laid on Damian's lap.

"My statement stands....kiss ass." She declared, shaking her head in disbelief.

"We have criminal cats." Damian spoke up, "Extortion, bribery, breaking and entering."

Marinette laughed, not noticing the blush that quickly vanished from the Wayne heiress cheeks.

"So, what made you come today?" She asked, curiously.

"You." He answered.

"Me?" She gasped, blushing red.

"You peaked my curiosity. I wanted to see if Plagg was psychic and it appears you were right." Damian smirked back.

Marinette giggled, trying to calm her heart.

"I also brought you some pasta." Damian continued, "It did not seem fair to feed only him and not you."

She smiled, "I'd love some. Let's eat at the table, while the criminals enjoy their naps."

Damian nodded, setting Plagg down on the couch and taking her hand. Plagg looked to Alfred and then to his owner. He laid back down and closed his eyes.

'Maybe two owners.'

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