💞No longer Ice Cold💞

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Jaws were dropping in the floor. Beloved? Beloved? Did they hear that right? The Robin, son of Batman, had just called someone beloved? One look at the father they could tell that he didn't know either. No use asking him. "Robin?" Batman called. "Yes, Father?" he answered nonchalantly. "Who is this 'beloved'?" Batman asked his son. "Tt, I thought by the way I called her you would've known. She is the person I'm courting or 'girlfriend' in your language," he answered his father once more. "YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" two people in the room shouted. Superboy and Nightwing to be exact.

"Why am I under the obligation to tell the both of you?" Robin asked raising an eyebrow. "I'm your brother!" Nightwing said. "And I'm your best friend, you usually tell them this stuff," Superboy said. "Usually," Damian pointed out. "Whoever the girl is she has to be a saint to put up with the demon," Red Hood said ruffling the younger boy's hair. "Don't touch me!" Robin said. "Robin," Red Robin started, "What's your girlfriend's name?" "Tt, as if I'd tell you. You want to do a background check on her," Robin said. He cares about his girlfriend's privacy you know.

"Let's take this conversation somewhere else, shall we?" Superman said knowing that this discussion is better had somewhere more comfortable and possibly in civilian form. Batman agreed and told them to change and head to the Wayne Manor in 30 minutes. Okay, lie, he only invited the Supers and Wonder Woman. Diana, Clark, Jon, and Lois, which was brought there by her husband, arrive and settle down in the living room where they found Damian smiling at his phone. 'Must be his girlfriend.'

"Damian," Dick said, "Spill. The. Tea." Damian sighed, "Does everyone have to be present?" "We all want to know, Damian!" Jon said bouncing up and down on the couch where they were sitting on. "Jon, manners," Lois scolded. "Sorry, Mom," he said. Damian sighed once more, "My girlfriend's name is Marinette who also happens to be my pen pal. That should explain it." He stood up and went to leave the room but was stopped by Jon, "Nu'uh, Dami. You are staying here." "Tt." Dick had started laughing, "Lil' D got a friends to lovers love story." "You mean that you know of this 'Marinette', Dick?" Bruce asked. He never heard of anyone named- 'Oh, wait, never mind,' he thought after remembering that Jagged had rambled on about his niece possessing that name.

"Yeah, B. She's the friend Damian said he was texting last year. You know, the time you asked Alfred repeatedly if you heard right," Dick answered making the everyone present laugh. Bruce had paused, "Damian, does the girl happen to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Damian stared, "It actually does, Father. How did you know?" "I just remembered the time Jagged rambled about her," his father said to which Damian gave a nod of understanding. Clark who was there with Bruce that day also knows what they were talking about.

"You are a lucky person, Damian," Diana said, "That girl is special." Yes, Diana knew Marinette. She works at Louvre Museum and Marinette visits her friend Alix there every so often, she was immediately charmed by the girl. Diana also knows her because she'd recognize the pair of earrings she always wears. She may or may not have claimed the younger girl to be her sister. "Since you know her, I'm assuming she's from Paris," Clark said to Diana. "She is," Diana clarified, "She visits the Louvre a lot to see her friend, the daughter of the Egyptian section manager."

"What is she like?" Jason asked. "Too selfless for her own good," Diana said. Damian grinned, "Sounds like her alright." They soon started talking about random topics and just as she was leaving, Diana pulled Damian aside. "Take care of my sister for me, Damian. I know that you know her secret and that she knows yours," she said. "I will."

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And before you ask, no, there is no part 3.

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~𝓔𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓷

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