Read the first oneshot for context in My Book of Maribat Oneshots.
Just little outtakes and snippets of what everyone wanted.
Note: This work is purely a figment of my imagination and any similarities to another are completely coincidental.
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"Fake friends are like shadows. They follow you in the sun, but leave you in the dark." - Unknown
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— MARINETTE INHALED deeply as she stood in front of College Francois Dupont.
Damian noticed – he was far too observant sometimes – and placed a kiss on her temple. "Everything's going to be okay, Angel," he promised.
Marinette believed him.
As she walked into the school with Damian, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare unabashedly at her and Damian.
When she walked by, Marinette could hear people whispering, dating Damian Wayne and our Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Dating him?
But she ignored them.
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"Ms Dupain-Cheng, please reconsider your transfer-" whimpered Mssr. Damocles.
Marinette interrupted him sweetly. "With all due respect, sir-" which means none at all, you sniveling idiot, "I am not going to change my mind. Now, please, hand me my transfer papers."
With a trembling hand, Damocles finally gave the papers to her. "You will have to go back to your classroom, to collect your belongings," he said faintly.
Marinette was well aware that the only reason he wanted her here was to make his school more popular – not because he cared about her. He never did.
As she and Damian walked out of his office, Damian gave her an appreciative smile. "You handled that situation amazingly, Angel. I'm proud of you."
Several students stopped to gawk at them when he said that.
Marinette giggled softly and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Dami."
"Are you sure you want to go to your class?" asked Damian worriedly. "I could get your stuff for you, if you want."
Marinette stroked his cheek fondly. It was nice of him to offer but she had to do this herself. "No, Dami. As much as I would, I can't. I need closure and so do my classmates."
Damian scoffed at the mention of her classmates. "Your old-" he emphasized the 'old', "-classmates need nothing of the sort. I would like to make the pay for what they did."
