The Orphan And The Hero (A Daminette Fanfic AU)

Not what I thought......

Marinette woke the next morning very tired. She hadn't gotten a lot of sleep from the previous night. Her thoughts had kept on straying to Damian's beginning life. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned.

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Damian was awake and examining the photo of him and his parents. His expression was sad and he wanted to stop looking at it, but at the same time couldn't.

He had been thinking about it the night before and hadn't gotten much sleep either. He finally stopped looking at the photo and stuffed it under his bed.

When Damian stepped out into the hallway, he found it dark. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It read: 6:23. Why? He thought, why do I keep waking up this early? He walked back into his room and out onto the balcony and let the wind blow on his face.

Damian had been out on the balcony, trying to let go of all the stress in his life and the sad memories, for about an hour, when a figure came and sat next to him. It was Marinette.

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"Can...can I join you?" Marinette asked. She had heard a shuffling of footsteps outside and gone into Damian's room. She found that he was outside and genuinely wanted to join him. When she saw him, he looked sad.

Without looking at her, Damian nodded. Marinette sat down next to him.

"So...I um, I mean uh...what're you thinking about?" Damian looked into the distance.

"Just...things..." he trailed off.

"I uh..."

"Alfred told you, didn't he?" Damian finally looked at Marinette with sad eyes but looked like he was trying to hide it. They stared at each other for a while, then Marinette nodded sadly.

"I'm sorry...I just had-er-wanted-to know...about the picture...I'm sorry..."

Damian shook his head. "No, don't apologize, you were going to find out anyway." He sighed. His voice was sad. "You know...we're not very different. I- I barely remember my parents. I just remember the night I was dropped off at the orphanage. My parents...they talked in a hushed voice and...told me to always remember that Gotham was my home, and that they loved me...I was 6 then. My dad...before they left...he called me...Bugaboo..." Marinette trailed off when she said the name her dad called her. She rubbed her shoulders and realized a couple tears fell down.

Damian put his hand on her shoulder. Marinette looked at him. For once, he was actually smiling. It was a sort of smile that made you think oh-they're-sad-but-also-happy. 

"I'm sorry if I've been sort of a jerk, it's just been kind of...complicated almost. I'm not sure if Bruce sees me as a hero or not..."

"Hey, you know he loves you, and if you're not considered a 'hero' it's because he's trying to protect you."

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For showing me that I'm not the only one who's had it rough with parents." Marinette smiled. "Of course."

Marinette did something that surprised both of them; she hugged Damian.

Marinette got up and walked back into her room. He's not what I thought......

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She's not what I thought......