Soulmates, a Daminette Fanfiction (Damian X Marinette)

Chapter 3

*Gotham*

A frustrated scream echoed throughout the Wayne Mansion, followed by loud thuds and what sounded like toppling furniture. Tim tugged at his hair in anger and stormed towards Bruce's office.

"Hey brat, why's Timmy so ticked off today? Did you touch his little gadgets again?" Jason snarked at Damian, smirking at his brother's annoyed expression.

"No Todd, for your kind information I haven't even seen Drake come out of his hole for about a week. I assumed that it was your shenanigans that angered him" Damian snapped, annoyed at both Todd and the fruitless search for his soulmate

"What's got you so riled up today demon? Wait, never mind, I don't care. Let's go see what Replacement's up to" Jason walked away, with a reluctant yet curious Damian.

* IN BRUCE'S OFFICE*

'No, you don't understand! we've barely had contact with the French branch! France is probably one of the best places to expand to, especially with the publicity and the available resources, yet for some reason, we have no idea what they do daily, the management is completely behind on all the reports they are supposed to give us. At this point, we don't even know if the branch even exists or not! Someone needs to go there to check it out and I swear to god, Bruce if you don't-'

Both Jason and Damian peeked through the cracks of a door to a puffy-eyed Tim standing and glaring at Bruce's desk 

"Alright Tim, calm down. I've looked at the files, I understand your point. I'll arrange a meeting with the Paris branch, and organize a team from the American branch to"

"NO, I am going to go and check MYSELF whether you like it or not" Tim slammed his fist on Bruce's desk, and proceeded to faint due to lack of sleep

"Timothy? Tim?" Bruce glanced over his desk, concerned. 

He ran around his desk to check if he was alright or not. He shook Tim, gently at first, then furiously. After no response, he glanced around and slapped the man, and proceeded to sprinkle some water from a nearby glass. A sense of panic shadowed him when Tim refused to wake up. His eyes widened in horror and immediately shot up, zipping out of the room and calling for Alfred.

* Le time skip because I'm lazy*

Tim shot up as his seat jerked and the walls around him shook. It took him a minute to realize where he was

He glanced at the seatbelt sign that had lit up and shook himself awake. They had decided on taking a normal flight instead of their private jet to be slightly more discreet. The speakers overhead crackled as the pilot announced the plane landing. He quickly buckled up his seatbelt and leaned back, not used to traveling such long hours, and was not looking forward to being jet lagged and sleep deprived. 

He staggered out of the plane and was taken aback by the stunning view outside. Small bright lights twinkled outside and shone through. Paris was the city of lights.

He walked towards the immigration, eager to get to his hotel and sleep for as long as possible. He groggily handed his passport and boarding pass to the woman in front of him and looked around as he waited for her to finish the immigration process.

Tim was happy, smiling, and feeling calm and stable for the first time in months. Leaving Gotham gave him a sense of relief that he didn't know he was craving. He relaxed his shoulders, and unwinded. So imagine Tim's surprise when his peace was interrupted by loud shrieks and explosions going off not too far away. All local citizens around him exited quietly and calmly as if they were used to this, while multiple foreigners were running around, panicking. With all the chaos around him, he barely noticed colorful blobs zipping over him. 

He charged impulsively towards the oncoming explosions, ready to fight if necessary. He looked around and listened carefully, and concluded that it must be some sort of terrorist with a gun, or perhaps multiple grenades. He thought wrong. 

He was aware he thought wrong as he came face to face with a purple girl with neon pink hair, cackling as she flew around on some hoverboard. 

"I am Hostess, and I'm here to give all you passengers what you deserve! You abuse us with no thoughts whatsoever! And now you will PAY! Muahahahahaha!"

Tim got up and ran. He knew magic when he saw it, and he knew he didn't want to mess around here. But just his luck, Hostess chased after him, and before he knew it, a bright beam was shot at him...

A/N Sorry, I couldn't come up with any other villain!! : ( Yeah so I'll leave it here and I'll publish the next chapter soon! Thank you for reading and keep looking pretty!