Gotham's Twins

Chapter Four

I finished this chapter this morning but then I forgot to publish it.

So here it issssss.

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"You've got to be kidding me."

Marinette groaned as Lila cried to Madame Bustier. They had been at the airport for a total of 16 minutes. 16 minutes for Lila to drop her drink on Marinette, trip her on the way to check tickets, and drop a metal pen into her bag so she would trip up the security scanners.

Adrien was holding Chloé back from attacking the liar, Nino was rubbing Marinette's back--who in turn had her head in her hands, and Kim was eating a burrito.

It had been a long morning.

"You think she drinks enough water? She's cried like four times already and It's barely eight o' clock." Nino was grinning at Marinette, who sighed and rubbed her face.

"She probably chugged a bunch of water this morning, gotta prepare for a whole day of crying over her bully." Kim cackled, his mouth full of burrito.

"Ew! Kim, It's too early to see your gross, mushy burrito!" Marinette shoved her friend's face back while he laughed.

Nino made a face at Kim. "Close your mouth when you eat, dude! That's nasty!"

"Your mom's nasty!" Kim called, his mouth was full of food so it sounded more like, 'or mherms nashdy!'

While Nino and Kim bickered above her about their moms, Marinette pulled out her sketchbook to work on her designs. After her initial panic, Marinette decided that she and her friends would have to have Gotham inspired outfits.

Everyday, the five of them would have matching designs inspired by the streets of Gotham City, based on the vigilantes, buildings, rouges, and villains.

Marinette was so excited that when she was telling Chloé about it she accidently switched back to English.

Luckily for the blonde, Marinette had taught basic English to her whole squad over the years, so Chloé understood most of what her girlfriend was gushing about.

"I can't believe she thinks pretending like she can draw will make her any better!" Alya scoffed, beside her, Lila laughed.

"I know, right, It's not like she has any actual talent!"

Marinette hunched her shoulders and gripped her pencil, pressing the lead hard enough into the paper that the tip snapped off.

"Bitch, please. You're the one that looks like an orange sausage with bad fashion sense."

The look on Lila's purpling face made Marinette snort. She looked like an angry fruit. (Bet you could guess which fruit).

"How could you say that to me? My grandfather Tommy Hilfiger gave this to me before he died!"

Marinette was pretty sure that Tommy Hilfiger was still alive.

Chloé laughed mockingly, strutting past Lila--who was crying again--and sat next to Marinette, in Kim's spot.

"Queenie! That's my seat!" Kim whined, collapsing dramatically on the floor Adrien giggled and flopped down next to him, poking him in the side.

Chloé rolled her eyes and snuggled up next to her girlfriend, who smiled, not looking up from her sketch.

The outfit was simple but Marinette loved it already: a forest green skirt made out of rayon to keep it flowy, it reached just below her knees and had silver vines creeping along the fabric. The shirt was also a forest green halter crop top, matching the skirt, the vines went all along the top and created the straps.