The Book of Miraculous One-Shots

Gotham's Angel-Brucinette

This is a Brucinette
Marinette used to live in the League of Assassins well there's you became a mother to Damien Al Gul Wayne she's up with him until Deathstroke when they went to Bruce Wayne Damian's biological father. They later became married but she is in a college in Paris. Her class knows that she is married and has kids but they don't know who.

Ages
Marinette: 28
Bruce: 30
Damian: 12
Dick: 22
Jason: 20
Tim: 20
Her Class: 20-25

Here's the revised version with Adrien fully aware of the situation and ready to support Marinette:
**Lila's P.O.V.**Marinette's phone buzzed loudly in the middle of her presentation, instantly drawing attention. I couldn't help but smirk as I watched the panic flash across her face when she glanced nervously at Ms. Bustier. It was classic Marinette, always needing to make a dramatic exit."Marinette," Ms. Bustier said, her voice sharp, "we've discussed this before. If it's that important, you can take the call on speaker here in class."Marinette hesitated, glancing around the room as if seeking an escape route. I could see her flush deepening, and it made my smile grow wider. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she hit the speakerphone button."Hello?" she answered, her voice trembling slightly."Marinette," came the serious voice on the other end. "It's Bruce. He's hurt—bad. You need to come now."The room fell silent, all eyes on her, a mix of curiosity and disbelief flooding the atmosphere. Bruce? Just some guy? They probably assumed it was another one of her excuses.

**Marinette's P.O.V.**

My heart sank at the mention of Bruce. "Hurt?" I repeated, panic tightening my throat. "How bad? Really bad. You need to leave now," the voice insisted, urgency clear in every syllable.I felt lightheaded, the gravity of the situation crashing over me. I grabbed my bag, my fingers trembling, desperate to get out of the room and to him.

**Lila's P.O.V.**I watched Marinette's face go pale as she stood up. "Wait a second, Marinette!" I called out, my voice laced with feigned concern. "You expect us to believe you're married to someone named Bruce? We've heard about your 'husband' before, but come on. Do you think we're really buying it?"The class murmured in agreement. They had all laughed off her stories about her family, treating them like fairy tales. "You've got kids, too, right?" I continued, leaning forward, enjoying every second. "But how do we know you're not just making this up for attention? It sounds like a joke."Marinette opened her mouth to respond, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her. She was clearly struggling to hold it together."You can't just walk out over a phone call from 'Bruce.' Are you sure you're not faking this?" I pressed, relishing the opportunity to undermine her.---**Marinette's P.O.V.**I couldn't handle it anymore. The weight of their disbelief felt like it was suffocating me. Lila's taunts echoed in my mind, making it hard to think straight. They didn't believe me, and how could they? I was just Marinette—the girl with the wild stories about a family that seemed impossible to them.But Bruce was hurt. I had to get to him. Determination surged through me as I turned toward the door. I took a deep breath, fighting the panic clawing at my chest, and pushed the door open. I couldn't let them see me break down.---**Adrien's P.O.V.**The classroom buzzed with laughter as Marinette rushed out. My heart raced, knowing something was seriously wrong. She wasn't faking it—she never would. I could see the fear in her eyes, the desperation."Ms. Bustier, she's not lying!" I said, standing up. "Something's really wrong. You all don't understand."Ms. Bustier looked skeptical. "Adrien, she's mentioned her husband and kids before, but does anyone really believe her? This seems like another one of her dramatic stunts."Lila leaned back, a smug grin plastered on her face. "Exactly! It's just Marinette. How can we trust her when she keeps saying these things?"But I knew better. I remembered the late-night phone calls, the quiet discussions, and the way Marinette's face lit up when she talked about her family. They were real—her struggles, her joys. Bruce was real."Just because you don't understand her life doesn't mean it's not true," I said, my voice firm. "She's in trouble, and you're making this worse for her."Ignoring the whispers and snickers, I bolted out of the room after her. I needed to catch up to her and make sure she was okay.---**Marinette's P.O.V.**I rushed through the hallway, my mind racing. The panic still churned inside me, but I needed to focus. Bruce needed me now more than ever.As I rounded the corner, I nearly collided with Adrien. He grabbed my arm, concern etched across his face."Marinette, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low but steady."I have to go," I breathed, trying to push past him. "Bruce is hurt.""I know," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, filled with understanding. "Let's go. I'm with you."His reassurance sparked a flicker of hope in my chest. I nodded, grateful for his support as we hurried out of the building together, the chaos of the classroom fading behind us. 

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