The Orphan And The Hero (A Daminette Fanfic AU)

I'm sorry

Marinette burst into the room, tears streaming down her face. She flopped on the bed and buried her face in her knees. Marinette sobbed, it was the only thing she could of to do. She didn't know how to respond to Damian calling her bugaboo. She hadn't heard anyone call her that in such a long time. Her dad was the only person who called her that.

Alya came into the room.

"Hey girl! Did you get the..." Alya trailed off. Her eyes widened. Alya ran over to Marinette and sat down. Marinette fell on Alya's shoulder and sobbed. 

"Hey, hey, hey! Please calm down, I hate seeing you like this! Tell me what happened."

"H-he c-c-called m-me b-b-bu-ug-" Marinette couldn't finish the word, she just kept crying. Alya knew exactly what she was talking about. She hugged her friend and rocked her back and forth. 

"Sh-sh-shh," Alya tried to quiet Marinette down. "I'm so sorry. I wish I had been there to kick that guy's butt." Marinette let out a quiet and weak laugh. "Who was the person?" Alya asked.

Marinette looked Alya straight in the eye and said, "Damian...Damian Wayne." Alya gasped. "Oh Marinette..." 

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Damian walked home with his hands in his pockets, thinking. Why had she run off like that? Why was she so offended. 

Damian asked these questions to himself repeatedly, not even realizing that he had been talking out loud.

He arrived at the Wayne mansion. Damian stopped in his tracks, looking at someone on the couch with his adoptive father.

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"I'm sure he didn't mean it. I mean, come on, how could he have known that that's what you dad called you?" Marinette knew Alya was trying to reassure her, but it wasn't working.

"Alya, this hurts too much. Even if he was just playing around, I can't stand it." Marinette could still hear the ringing of him calling her that name inside her head. Marinette changed the topic to Alya's blog. Alya knew what she was doing, but she played along. She didn't want to see her best friend in such a horrible state.

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The reporters looked like they were overwhelming Bruce, so Damian pushed them away. 

"Hey! Stop that! Get away from him!" He yelled at the reporters. The reporters turned to look at him. Then their eyes filled with excitement, and they asked him so many questions that he couldn't hear even half of them.

"Who is she?"

"What were you doing with her?"

"Are you guys a thing?"

"I heard she's an orphan, is that true?"

"Aww you guys are so cute together, are you considering becoming a couple if you aren't already?"

Those were the questions Damian could hear, loud and clear. Yet, he was confused and didn't know what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry, what? I've no clue what you're asking about." The reporters shared quizzical looks. Apparently they had thought that Damian would answer the questions with confidence, and honesty. 

"Umm, sir? Are you ill?"

"We're talking about the girl you were with!"

"Who?" was all Damian could ask. He was very confused.

"Have you ran into a girl at all? About your age, dark blue hair, always wearing pink." One of the reporters asked.

"Well, yeah. Why?"

"Because everyone thinks you're a couple!" Damian did a double take. A couple? He couldn't even stand that girl! 

Bruce stood up and put his hands on Damian's shoudlers. "People say that they've seen you two together twice. Are you two dating?"

Damian's eyes widened. "I'd like to meet her if you are." Bruce said. Damian, not knowing what to do with all of the pressure and questions, exclaimed, "y-yes! We are...dating?" The reporters stood there and blinked. Then they all broke out into smiles and cheered.

"Our dear Robin has a girlfriend!" One said. 

"Hehe, yeah..." Damian laughed nervously. What had he gotten himself into?

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Marinette laid the last of the carpets in the last guest bedroom. Marinette stepped back and smiled at her work.

She clapped her hands. It had been a couple days since the fire, and things were starting to look normal again, sort of. If you exclude the still slightly charred kitchen.

"Wow, I'm impressed." Alya came and put her elbow on Marinette's shoulder. The doorbell rang. As always, every girl in the orphanage rushed to the door to look outside the window. Marinette and Alya were almost always in the back, so they couldn't see who it was, but they thought it must be the mailman.

The girls in front of them swooned. Marientte and Alya shared a confused look, but Alya just shrugged.

"Isn't he just soooo handsome?" One girl, named Lila, said. 

"Umm, who?"

The girls spun around and blinked blankly at Marinette. Madame Bustier finally got to the door and shooed the girls away.

The girls ran up the stairs, but tiptoed back down them to a point where Madame Bustier couldn't see them, and they watched. Madame Bustier and the stranger were talking in a low whisper. No one could see who Madame Bustier was talking with, so they assumed it was someone who knew her late husband.

Madame Bustier had married a man a few years ago, and they had lived a very inspiring life. They were about the nicest couple in town. But, Madame Bustier's husband went out on a trip, and never came back. A messenger appeared a few days after Madame Bustier learned she would never see him again, and confirmed her fears; her husband had died on the boat.

Marinette was just thinking about this when Madame Bustier called her down the stairs. She saw all of the girls on the stairs and glared at them, shooing them away.

The girls giggled and went away, except for Marinette, who proudly made her way down the stairs. If she was in trouble, even she didn't know what it was for or if she didn't do anything, she wanted to look proud.

Madame Bustier gestured her to the door quickly, and Marinette went to the door. The man at the door was young, and was around her height. He had a hood on and was looking down.

"Marinette, please come say hello to this young man. He would like to speak with you."

Marinette narrowed her eyes at the boy. He looked sketchy. "Umm, hello? Who are you?" The boy looked up. Marientte's eyes widened. She knew that face. The dark raven hair on his head.

Marinette's face hardened and she glared at the kid.

"What do you want Damian Wayne?" She said, kind of loud too. Damian winced and shushed her. "Oh, so you want me to keep quiet? That's kind of ironic." Marinette said, her voice rising. 

"Shhh! Shhhhh!" Damian shushed again. Madame Bustier shot a look at Marinette. "Marinette, please be nicer." Marinette huffed and folded her arms. 

"Listen Marinette, I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for calling you buga-" Marinette glared at him really hard and locked her jaw. She did NOT want Damian to say that word again. "I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you. Will you please, um, come with me? Just for a bit. And also, can you forgive me?" 

"I really don't want to forgive you, but I will, cause that's who I am. Anyway, what do you need to tell me that's so important?" Marinette waited but Damian wasn't telling her, so she followed him into the car outside. 

Marinette still didn't trust him, even if he apologized and she forgave him. It would take a LOT more than an apology to convince her that he wasn't a total jerk and nincompoop.

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Wow! This is a big chapter! Maybe even my longest, I'm not sure but yeah lol. I'd say this chapter was definitely worth the wait, maybe. Anyways, stay miraculous! I'll try to update ASAP. Love y'all!!