Daminette December

2021:26-Sale

Damian took note of the art sale being promoted at the Louvre. He took the flyer and had Alfred take him to the area of the sale. He needed supplies while he was in Paris anyways. By the looks of it, the flyer had only been posted so he hadn't expected to see anyone else in the shop.

"Welcome to the store." a lady greeted him.

Damian nodded his head to the cashier. He was quick to notice a girl following him, picking up almost the same supplies as him: pencils, sketchpads, colored pencils, erasers, and water colors.

"Why bother." he stopped and looked at her, "All those products will go to waste on someone like you."

The girl stopped in place, looked him up and down, sneering, "Look who's talking. Clashing fabrics and colors? You must be colorblind."

Damian glared at the girl in front of him. She was dressed in pink off the shoulder top, ripped blue jeans, and white converse with her hair blue hair thrown up into a high ponytail.

"They are the colors for Robin in Gotham." the Wayne heir growled.

"You chose to walk around looking like a traffic light? Make sure you pick up a color wheel before you leave." the girl scoffed, walking passed him.

Damian clenched his fists, glaring in the direction she walked off.

'No one makes fun of me.'

The girl payed him no mind as she rang up her purchases and thanked the lady at the counter for restocking some of the products.

'So she's nice to others, but not to me? What? Just because of how I' dressed. I bet if I as in one of those stupid suits for a gala, she wouldn't have been rude at all.'

Damian thanked the woman for her supply and walked out the door, with his large purchases..

"Master Damian, I'll take your bags." Alfred announced.

"Thank you, Alfred." Damian spoke, handing his purchase over.

He glanced over to see the girl still standing outside the store.

'Does she think I'll give her a ride? She's like all the rest; she probably expects if she asks co-'

His thoughts were cut off when a white limo pulled up behind his ride and the door opened to reveal Jagged Stone.

"Cupcake!" the Rockstar shouted, "How was your shopping?"

"It went well, Uncle Jagged." the girl smiled as she walked over to him.

"Let me grab those for you." he cried, quickly getting them from her grasp.

The girl reached into her purse and pulled out a card. She walked and handed it to him. Damian glanced at it confused, before taking the card.

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Fashion Designer.'

"In case you need help dressing yourself. You can't wear primary colors the whole time." Marinette smiled, as she walked back to her ride.

"Where to next?" Jagged Stone asked.

"The fabric store on 5th." Mari spoke, "You gave me a two weeks notice to make you next collection."

"Riiiight." he answered, embarrassed, "Sorry 'bout that."

Damian's eyes followed the limo took off down the street.

"Master Damian?" Alfred called.

"Let's go to 5th street." Damian announced, getting in the back of the car.

"Of course, Young Master." Alfred replied, closing the door and getting in the car.

'At least, he's not chasing her over rooftops.'