Chapter 6: Tour de France

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Third Person pov:

It didn't take too long to get to W.E. with the help of a local, and the MPS was more than glad that they had the help after they almost took a wrong turn a time or too. Thankfully, Jason corralled them in the right direction before anyone could get too lost.

Walking into the huge building was like walking into the future for the Parisians. There was tech on every desk that looked like it cost a fortune, which knowing the Waynes, it probably did.

Marinette caught her friends gaping at their surroundings and chuckled. She was just as in awe as they were, but her attention was pulled elsewhere before she had the chance to gawk.

She found a frustrated man trying to correct her teacher, who was angrily yelling in French again, and turned to grab her friends' attention. They should probably save the poor man. She knew just how obnoxious her class could be. Better than most.

"Guys, we got a problem." Marinette gestured toward the class who had ganged up on the man, and were yelling at him all at once. That obviously wouldn't solve anything, but its not like they'd listen to her if she pointed that out.

The man spotted Jason and made a beeline for him as fast as he could, not wanting to deal with the moronic class any longer. Once he came to a stop in front of his brother, he saw a group of kids hovering behind him. How had Jason collected a group of kids?

Speaking his thoughts, he turned to Jason with a confused expression. "What have you been up to this morning?" He gestured to the kids for emphasis.

Jason glanced over his shoulder with a smile before facing his brother. "Well, Dick, I've made some friends. These are some of the students for the class that's touring today. I found them at the coffee shop around the block."

"You make us sound like ducklings." Dick turned to the blonde with a bitchy expression on her face. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he knew her from so he just shook it off and smiled.

"You guys really shouldn't wander Gotham alone. It's not very safe."

"That's what I said."

"We're not alone. We have Luka." At Nathaniel's words, Luka raised his hand and stared Dick down without blinking. Dick looked away first, feeling very confused about how the kid kept his eyes open for so long.

"Anyway..." Dick was interrupted by the teacher storming over to their group, and she looked royally pissed off.

Making eye contact with Marinette, the teacher's left eye started to twitch in agitation, "And just where have you been?! You just can't help trying to steal attention wherever you go, can you? Lila doesn't deserve to be treated this way, and she said that you emailed the company to get them to not let us in. You can be sure that when we get back to Paris, we'll be having a long conversation with the principal about your behavior. I'm ashamed, Marinette. Ashamed."

A single tear slipped down Marinette's cheek, which she wiped with the back of her sleeve before plastering on a bright smile that could put the sun to shame and nodding her head in acceptance.

She was used to this by now, so it was easy to fake the smile. Her friends were less than pleased, but there's nothing they could do to help. Chloe tried though.

"Are you out of your mind?! It's not Marinette's fault that Lila demands to have attention on her at all times or her world goes up in flames!"

"Well, you're not supposed to wander without the group in a strange city either!"

"That's bullshit!" Chloe held up her hand at Jason's outburst and took another step toward her preposterous teacher, vaguely aware of Luka holding onto Jason to calm him down.

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