The Orphan And The Hero (A Daminette Fanfic AU)

After the battle

Robin and Batman went through the balcony, landing on the living room floor. They both got unchanged and changed into their bathrobes.

They were quiet for a moment until Bruce asked Damian a question. "You were late. Why?" Damian looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, I really am, but you see, this thing came up and I-"

"What thing?" Bruce asked.

"A-a girl was in trouble and being attacked, I-I decided to help her and get rid of the guy trying to steal her stuff. Please don't be mad at me. I promise I'll do better next time." Bruce sighed. Damian wasn't his own child, so he didn't want to make him feel useless and like he didn't belong.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad. But don't let anything get in the way next time." Damian nodded gratefully.

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"I mean, who did he think he was?!" Marinette was just about yelling by now. "URGHHH! If I EVER see him again I'll-I'll-"

"Who did you say the guy was again?" Alya asked, trying to calm down Marinette's anger. Marinette sighed. "I don't know." Alya frowned. "Can you at least describe him?" she asked. Marientte thought about this and nodded.

"He had a mask, first of all. He was probably about our age, maybe older, a little taller than you(alya is taller than marinette), and he had a costume that had red, he had dark hair, and green boots? I couldn't see him clearly. Anyway, he had like a string thingy and like boomerangs on his belt or something." Alya nodded taking this into consideration.

Alya pulled out her laptop and started typing. Marinette walked over and sat down beside her on her bed, looking at the screen. Alya pulled up a picture of a boy with a description. Marinette's eyes widened.

"That's the boy that saved me!" She said, pointing to the screen.

"Apparently, he's the adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

"Like, Batman super-rich and famous Bruce Wayne?" Alya nodded

"Looks like he's the hero's lil' sidekick, and his name is Robin." Marinette shook her head, as if disappointed.

"Why would he make it seem like I was a chore or something if he's like famous?" Alya shrugged. Marinette lyed back on the bed, folding her arms behind her head and fell asleep. It had been a long night, and she didn't care if she slept in her clothes.