Leen's Attempt At Daminette December 2020

🎄Since We Were Young 🎄

It was Christmas Eve at the Wayne Manor. Everyone and I mean everyone, was there. Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Bart Allen, Arthur Curry, J'onn J'onzz, Roy Harper, Garfield Logan, Artemis Crock, Wally West, Megan Morse, Conner Kent, Kaldur'ahm, Kara Danvers, Rachel Roth, Koriand'r Gra-. You know what, you get the idea. It was a big celebration, and everyone was smiling.

Well... Not everyone. There was one particular boy who was just, sitting in a corner, with his phone, scowling. Who was this boy? Damian, Damian Wayne. Or Damian Al-Ghul, your choice.

Now, it's not like everyone forgot about him, oh, no. In fact, his eldest brother ("Adopted brother!!") was trying to coax him into joining the jolly festivities. His attempts, however, remain fruitless.

"Come on, Dami. You can't sit there all night," Richard John 'Dick' Grayson, the boy's older brother said trying to coax him into joining them. "Tt, I refuse to play your silly games, Grayson," Damian said scowling. Dick just sighed, "At least join in tomorrow's Secret Santa Dami? Please? For your niece, Mar'i?" 'Insolent, he knows I can't say no to her,' the youngest Wayne thought. "Fine," he finally said, "For her only." Dick smiled, knowing that the boy couldn't say no to his 5-year-old daughter.

So... Given that interaction, his family didn't forget about him. And it's not like he doesn't celebrate Christmas. No, that isn't it. Other than the fact that he doesn't like socializing, it was that he missed her, December 25th was more than Christmas for them after all.

~Flashback~

8 year old Damian was on a mission. A mission to NOT fall for an adorable little girl. Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Sure, she was his betrothed, but that doesn't mean that he has to fall for her charms. He must admit that he admires her, she is strong, clever, and quick witted too. But no, he simply can't fall for her charms.

Marinette is the heiress of the Order of the Guardians. They were betrothed for two reasons. 1) The League of Shadows refused to have an enemy that could be of a hindrance to their ways and 2) they needed a way that could not be broken. Damian doesn't hate her, on fact he find her presence 'adequate' in Damian language. They would play pranks on some members of the shadows, on their mentors, or anyone really.

At age 9, they were officially bonded by the powers of the Lazarus pit, this day, in particular, was December 25th. (They didn't even know Christmas had existed). Although none of them could understand why they needed to do this, they were best friends, they love each other till their deaths, but they did it anyway. When Deathstroke attacked at age ten, their parents brought them to two different places. They lost touch. They remember each other. After all, they are bonded, they have faith they will see each other again.

~Currently in Paris~

Marinette was really nervous. She wouldn't stop pacing. She had managed to find Damian because Chloe had shown her a picture of him. Damian Wayne. That was his name now, no longer Damian Al-Ghul. He was also Robin apparently, Batman's son, which would make Bruce Wayne, Batman, and his family the rest of Gotham's vigilantes. She wasn't as surprised as she should be if she was honest, she does have 19 gods in her bedroom. But back to the point, she was nervous because she had sent Damian a packet. She doesn't know if he will like it or if he will even open it. May the miracles of Christmas be on her side today.

~The Next Day in the Wayne Manor~

Damian was up early in the morning already heading downstairs only to see his niece shaking the presents under the tree. A soft smile appeared on his face, "What are you doing Mar'i?" "Noooooooooothing..." He chuckled, "Nothing? Really?" He guided his niece down to the dining room where they found her father. "Merry Christmas!" Dick said walking towards the two. "Merry Christmas Daddy!" the little girl answered running to hug him. Soon people started filling in the dining room shouting Merry Christmas to one another and taking a seat at the big table. Once they all ate the breakfast Alfred had prepared for them, they walked to the living room where they all sat down.