Jasonette-Little Sister? (Daminette story based on Oneshot by @OliJo315)

Chapter 22- Lunchtime!

Marinette's POV

I make my way downstairs for lunch as I was told. Everyone's already there. "Hey, y'all, sorry I'm late."

 Bruce smiles at me. "Not to worry, you're just in time Marinette." I smile back.

 "Alfie, WHERE'S THE FOOD?!" Jay screamed. I cringed. He sounded like a dying seal. 

"Jay, that's rude!" I scold him.

 "But Mare-bear, I'm hungry!" He whines. 

I rolled my eyes. Dick snorted, Tim snickered. Cass and Stephanie burst out laughing. Bruce looks like he's trying to suppress a laugh. And failing miserably. Damian raised an eyebrow, amused at our childish banter. That action made the butterflies in my stomach flutter more.

 "Mind your own business people!" Jay-Jay said sassily. 

"Seriously Jay, I swear to god you act like a 3-year-old instead of a 23-year-old," I muttered. 

Jay-Jay gasped. "I am offended Nettie. You wound me."

 At this point, the others are on the floor laughing. Even Bruce was laughing! Everyone except Damian. He has this smirk on his face. My face heats up a little. Is it weird that I like his smirk? Wait what? What am I saying?! I shake my thoughts away. 

"Masters and Misses, I apologize for the delay, but lunch is ready. Enjoy."

 We dig in. I eat a bite and boy, this stuff is good. Tim breaks the silence. "So Blueberry, how did you get adopted?" Stephanie smacks his head with her hand. I decided to answer it. It's alright, it's in the past. 

"Well Tim, I was adopted around 6 months after Jason 'disappeared'..."

||Flashback, 8 1/2  years ago||

I was running as fast as I can. I just stole money from a man and now he's chasing after me, demanding I give it back or else he'll call the police. As I was running, I heard a scream for help. I decided to check it out. 

It was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made. There was a man threatening an innocent lady. "Give us your purse or you'll die!" The lady was scared. I did the only thing that came to mind: I attacked the man. I literally kicked his a**. To say he was pissed was an understatement. 

He tried to grab me, but I was too quick for him. I did a backflip and landed on his head, hard, knocking him out. The lady comes to me and hugs me. "Oh thank you dear, how can I ever repay you?" 

"No problem Miss..." 

"Sabine." 

"No problem, Miss Sabine." The man I stole money from found me and demanded I give his money back. I give it back.

 "There goes my only hope," I sigh sadly. The lady looks at me. "You're a street kid, aren't you sweetheart?" I nod. 

"My real parents died on my 5th birthday. I ran away with Jason. He was taken 6 months ago, and now I have no idea where he is. For 6 months, I've survived on my own." I said. 

"Well, why don't you come live with me?" The woman looks at me kindly. 

I couldn't believe my ears. "Really? Why would you want me to come with you? I am a street kid. I steal to live." 

"You didn't have a choice. You did what you have to do to survive. That is very brave of you. I have a decent home. You can have your own room, everything you need or want." 

"Can I call you 'Mom'?" I ask. Without hesitating, the woman gives me a tight embrace. I hug her back. 

"Yes. You can call me Maman. That is the french word for 'Mom'."

I finish telling them. Bruce and Dick nodded in understanding. I'll still always remember that day. I can't thank Sabine enough for taking me in. I love Maman. And Papa. I love everyone who's by my side.