The Orphan And The Hero (A Daminette Fanfic AU)

Meeting Bruce

"Just so we're clear, this doesn't mean I like you or anything," Damian said to Marinette in the car. He just wanted to clarify.

"Of course, I still hate you for what you did, but I'm doing this because of designing, and I really don't want to see an angry Batman."

When they arrived at the mansion, Bruce wasn't home, so Damian showed Marinette to her room. 

"This, is your room. Do not come disturb me when my door is closed." Marinette frowned, then smirked. "Fine, birdie." Damian's face turned red. He turned on his heel and left the room. Marinette burst into a fit of laughs.

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Outside, Damian could hear her laughing and covered his ears, yelling, "la, la, la!!" 

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Marinette looked around the room. It was pretty big. Marinette walked over to the four-poster bed and flopped down, taking out her phone. She clicked on messages and started texting Alya.

Hey Alya. Marinette only had to wait a few seconds for Alya's reply.

Hey girl! What's up?

Nothing really. If you exclude staying with the Waynes.

Wayne?! Like BRUCE Wayne?! Like Batman?!?!

HAHA, yeah

Wow oh wow! That's so cool!! Why?

Marinette hesitated. Should she tell Alya about the situation?

Umm, I'm just doing something with Damian, and making clothes.

That's so cool!! GTG, Madame Bustier is asking me to go to the store. It's kind of annoying TBH, we need groceries like every couple of days!! TTYL! Bye!!

Alright, bye!!

Marinette sighed. She wondered how long this fake relationship would last. Marinette was going to miss the girls, and she still hated even FAKE dating Damian. He was as stuck up as the mayor of Gotham's daughters; Lila and Chloe. Last time Marinette had seen them, they were at a conference, debating whether or not the orphanage should be shut down.

Madame Bustier had taken Marinette, Alix, and Mylene with her. Chloe and Lila were about the snoodiest people Marinette knew. Of course, they wanted the orphanage to be shut down, but Madame Bustier and the girls convinced the mayor to keep it.

Now, Damian reminded Marinette a lot about the two girls. Bratty and annoying, even if he was a superhero. Marinette shook her head and closed her eyes.

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Damian couldn't let Marinette tease him like that! He shouldn't have admitted they were dating, then he wouldn't have to see her.

*knock knock*

"Come in," Damian called. Bruce walked into Damian's messy room.

"I wish you'd clean up in here. Anyway, did you show the girl to her room?" Damian nodded.

"Yeah, she's down the hall," he mumbled. Bruce narrowed his eyes at him.

"Damian, I have a feeling you're not telling me something. What's going on?" Damian bit his lip. When Bruce got serious like this, he should probably tell him his situation. 

"Umm, I kinda lied. The girl isn't actually my girlfriend, she's just someone I bumped into and happened to save."

"Why did you say you were, then?"

"Because of the pressure! I couldn't handle it!" Bruce gave Damian a weak smile. "I love how you want to please people, but I really want you to stand up for yourself." Bruce patted Damian on the shoulder and left the room.

Damian smiled. He knew Bruce was going to learn the truth, whether he or someone else told him.

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Marinette opened the closet and frowned. She realized that she hadn't grabbed any of her clothes before she left, and the closet looked like a tornado had hit it!

She started throwing the clothes out of the closet and rummaged around. She found a couple of clothes that she thought she would like to wear, but for the most part, they were all guy clothes.

Marinette looked at all of the clothes she had thrown on the ground. Well, she thought, might as well organize them while I'm here.

Marinette started sorting through the clothes, seeing what was a shirt, shorts/pants, underwear (Marinette almost puked when she picked them up),and socks (again, she thought they were completely disgusting).

Once she had sorted through the clothes, she folded them and color coordinated outfits. She stepped back, looking at her work and nodding.

Someone knocked on her door. "Uh, come in." A tall man came in. He was wearing a sweater and jeans. His hair was slicked back and he had a smile that wasn't like a grin from ear to ear, it was small.

"Hello. My name is Bruce, I am Damian's father." Marinette smiled. "Nice to meet you, my name's Marientte." Bruce shook Marinette's hand. "I see you've decided to organize in the short amount of time you've been here," Bruce said while looking around.

"Uh, yeah. The closet was starting to overflow." Bruce shook his head. "Damian sure is a messy person. I'm sorry about him." Marinette grinned. "It's alright," she said. Bruce shook his head.

"I'm also incredibly sorry he dragged you into this." Marinette tilted her head at him.

"Excuse me?" she questioned. Bruce chuckled. "Don't worry, I know. Damian can be quite...impulsive." Marinette laughed. "You could say that again."

"Excuse me, but I have to go now. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you need anything, you can ask Damian, though I highly doubt that he would assist you, or you can ask our butler, Alfred." With that, Bruce left the room.

Marinette popped her head out of the room and looked down the hall. There was an elderly man standing by a picture frame, trying to readjust it. It was pretty small, but large enough to see what was on it.

Marinette left her room and walked over to the man. She stood behind him and looked at the picture. There was a boy that looked a lot like Damian, but younger. The photo was young Damian, but with a young couple.

Marientte cocked her head at the picture. "Are those Damian's relatives?" Alfred turned around, as if he had known Marinette was there the whole time.

He gave her a sad smile. "You could say that." Marinette raised a quizzical eyebrow at him.

The sad expression vanished Alfred's face and he held out his hand.  Marinette shook it. "Hello dear, my name is Alfred." So this was Alfred. "Hello sir, I'm Marinette."

"Ah, the lucky maiden to date Damian," he said with a wink. "I know the truth, miss." So Marinette wouldn't have to keep the secret a secret while she lived with them, only when the reporters came. 

"Please, is there anything I can do for you?" Alfred asked. Marientte thought for a moment. "Umm, maybe take me back to the orphanage to go get some of my own clothes?" 

"Ah, yes I can take you there. Would you like to leave immediately?"

"Maybe in a bit, I mean, I just got here." Alfred nodded in understanding. "Come tell me whenever you're ready." Alfred walked away and entered Damian's room. 

Marinette stood back and looked at the picture again. The couple looked a lot like Damian, so why would Alfred say "you could say that" when Marientte asked if they had any relation? Marinette went into her room and sat down on the bed, taking out her phone and starting to edit photos she had taken with her friends.