Wayne Twins

Chapter 1

4 years ago

Demetria's perspective

My name was Demetria (Martha)  Al Ghul (Wayne) not that I knew I was a Wayne. I was the twin of Damian Al Ghul Wayne, the next demon head of the league of assassins.

I was the granddaughter of Ra's Al Ghul, I had spent my whole life training to help my brother rule the world into a new era one of peace.

Even if there weren't supposed to be any females in the league. Grandfather and mother kept me saying that they could train me into the perfect weapon no one would suspect.

After the attack of Deathstroke and grandfather's death, mother had taken Damian to live with our father. While she had sent me to live with two retired assassins, named Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. In France, no one would find me working as a baker's daughter.

Mother had also said Damian and I would not be keeping in contact as someone could figure it out and find the two of us. After all, being the grandchildren of the demon head we had a lot of enemies.

They were going to keep training me in secret so by the time mother came back for me I would be ready to help my twin brother rule over the world.

3rd person

When Demetria was left in France with the assassins she was given a fake life one that she would portray to keep the fact she was a deadly assassin a secret. She was given the name Marinette Dupain Cheng the daughter of the best bakers in Paris and she wanted to be  a fashion designer.

The first month or two was spent on Marinette learning to sew and change her usual drawings of landscapes like at the compound to sketches to dresses and learning how to make them by hand.

Demetria was shocked to see her room, it was suspicious, had nice furniture and had a flower theme that she liked but it was all PINK, she despised pink, her act included her favourite colour being pink.

When she was at school she became friends with all the students and if they were to ask where she was the past ten years, she would say she was in Shanghai with her grandparents who raised her while her parents started their own bakery.

She put on the act of being a kind, bubbly girl who was shy and had a crush on the teen heartthrob of Paris Adrien Agreste. But in reality, she had no idea why people even liked the boy. All he did was stand in front of a camera with a smile. If it was that easy anyone could be a model.

When Demetria was 12, a new girl had arrived at the school she had brown hair that was tied at the very bottom making her hair look like sausages, she had green eyes that held mischief something Demetria knew very well after all she and Damian would prank people around the league and of course no one could hurt them they were the future rulers of the league.

The girl started talking and within minutes had everyone wrapped around her finger with a web of lies, she tried pointing them out but they all just said she was jealous. Later when the two were alone in the bathroom the Italian threatened to have everyone she cared about turned against.

But in truth she had trusted no in school and stuck to the story, sure she was lying but she was doing it out of reason, the brunette was doing it for simple attention. Demetria only vaguely trusted her "parents"

But while living with them she was taught right from wrong and how the league was bad and that's why they retired. They kept training her but also showed her the true world and to say she liked baking and fashion was an understatement.

When she first tried orange juice she had spat it out saying it was disgusting, having a few slices of cake led to her having a sugar rush. When it came to fashion she had a skilled eye from years of training, Demetria would sew in little details into her work that would either say where she got her idea from or an image that gave her an idea.

Present time - Demetria's perspective

Lilian had been here for a year now I think that's her name, then again it didn't matter what her name was she was a liar and that was all you needed to know about her.

Since she had arrived almost everyone had turned on me except Tom and Sabine knew the truth and what I could do if I were to show her the school would be down in flames within minutes.

The entire class had turned on me with the rest of the school distancing themselves from me but stayed close to Lian after all she was the school's queen bee, now that Chloe was gone.

Did I mention the rich brat had left after Lilly or something had taken her position as the school's ruler so she left with her mother to   New York. I was glad she was gone. It should have happened a long time ago. After all, I had wanted to attack her every time she opened her mouth.

Could she ever be nice, but that's beside the point at least she didn't tell lies with every breath she breathed. So as of her arrival at the school, I was alone and I was happy with that model boy who was sent back to homeschooling after his father turned out to be the butterfly terrorist my only question was why butterflies.

I get it is miraculous and all that but still, so back to what I was saying he turned out to be Chat Noir and I trusted him we would talk. We were friends as I didn't return his feelings. He went to live with his aunt and cousin in London.

Master Fu had taken back all the miracles and left returning to the guardian's temple to finish his training. It was hard to say goodbye to Tikki. She reminded me of having Damian by my side, someone that would watch your back at all times.

Recently, I entered a competition for the school's end of year trip. It was hosted by the Waynes. I vaguely remember hearing the name but they are very rich and own a lot so that was probably it.