Manette's POV
"Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind?" I asked.
"This is the least formal gown in the entire store." Alfred deadpanned.
He wanted me to go to a charity ball. Me. Ball. Gag.
"Why can't we just go to wallmart?" I asked.
"Wallmart? For a-" Alfred calmed himself down, "Absolutely not."
Damian chuckled from next to me and I glared at him, before glancing at his outfit. I looked back at Alfred with an evil grin. He sighed.
"So, can I wear a tux?"
"No, you cannot wear a tuxedo. You have to wear a dress." Alfred said.
"But why? This isn't the 18th century. Girls don't have to wear dresses." I said.
"Manette. A dress is the proper attire for one of these balls. You don't want to stick out from everyone else." Alfred said.
"But what if I was transgender? Huh? What if I want to be a guy for a day? Do you really want to stop me from pursuing my dreams?" I asked.
Alfred sighed, "If you don't get a dress, I'll have one ordered and you won't have any say in it."
"Dreaaaaammmmsssssss..." I whispered dramatically.
"You're certainly in a good mood today." Damian noted.
"I had a good dream last night." I told him happily.
Alfred sighed, "Damian, would you be so kind to drive Manette back while I look for a dress?"
"How will you get back?" Damian asked.
"I have my ways, now go. The fundraiser will be upon us soon."
Damian nodded and led me out of the rich people store.
"You can drive?" I asked.
He nodded, "Let's just not talk about it too loud."
I grinned.
"So what was your dream about?" He asked.
"I have no idea."
"You don't even know? How could someone go from brooding in their room one day to smiling and fraternizing the next and not even know why?" He asked.
"Hey, don't push it." I told him.
He got in the car and we began to drive away.
"Don't tell my father that Alfred let me drive, or I'll make sure you get a terrible dress." He warned.
"Psh. You don't have to worry about me. My lips are stealed."
Damian rolled his eyes and we arrived out the house.
He got out and quickly went to his room to change. I traveled to mine and found the door open. Suspicious. I never leave my door open.
I walked through and saw that there was makeup bags and cases all over my bed, along with hair stuff and other torture devices.
Oh no.
Suddenly, two girls ran out of the bathroom and charged me. One shut the door and the other wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
I couldn't move at all.
"Oh it's so nice to meet you Manette. Dick told me you broke Jason's nose." The girl hugging me said.
Now that I think about it, it's not a hug. I'm pretty sure she was just keeping my arms pinned so I couldn't escape.
"My name is Barbara."
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Unexpected Allies
FanfictionBoth Damian and Bruce are surprised when Alfred gets a call from Britain. Turns out, his younger brother and sister-in-law had been killed earlier in the week and he was the only living relative of his niece, 16 year old Manette Pennyworth. Bru...
