Damienette Fluff-Shots

Jump

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~Robin/Damien~
All of us, the entire team was in the roof of a two-story building the press surrounding us like we were animals. We had recently defeated the Joker and he was being escorted, with many dozen armed guards, to Arkham. My domino mask shifted slightly as I crinkled my nose the disgusting eagerness of the reporters was awful. Suddenly I noticed a small brown haired girl with a low ponytail teetering on the edge of the room, maybe five or younger. I raced over to her but couldn't get through the reporters so I had to watch as she fell except she didn't fall far because what had to be a seventeen year old girl, jumped off the roof to save her. I screamed at the reporters to move my hostility making its effect allowing me to get to the edge and jump grappling hook out to see the bluenette flip them in midair so she hit the ground in stead of the girl. With a crash she landed on the pavement head lolling to the side and the young brunette knelt by her tears dripping onto her blood-soaked right side. I grappled a tree and made a smooth landing putting the small bluenette' s head on my lap last hand supporting her side the iron scent of blood thick in the air as the scarlet liquid rolled along the grey sidewalk. She was barely breathing breath coming out in short ragged bursts the rest of my family finally arriving to see the young girl I had desperately tried to save. A tear trailed down my own cheek and dripped into the girls shirt the small drop consumed my the blood pouring from her head and many other gashes.

"A girl," I said voice thick. "Right there she fell, she jumped to save her, took the hit in the pavement. I was too late."

"Call an ambulance," Batman said. "NOW ORACLE!"

He almost never shouted and when he did it was scary, we were all concerned for the small girl in my arms clothes stained with her blood the scent of iron and street paint filling the air. A crowd had slowly gathered around the girl and she fluttered her eyes open her brilliant cobalt irises staring up at me and the rest of the vigilantes around her, the reporters watching from the rooftop, civilians seeing the blood and vigilantes. She smiled then, a brilliant white smile her scarlet bloodstained lips parting to show her brilliant smile.

"I- it's ok," she managed to rasp. "I've taken worse hits, no one could have made it in time. D- don't blame yourself."

She patted my hand her still blood-covered hand covering my own. She was small an estimate of five feet, how could she have survived worse hits? And she was right, no one could have made it. She was going to die.

"B cave now," Nightwing said voice also thick with tears. "We need to get her help. You know the cave is the only place we can do that."

Nightwing spoke firmly, a commanding tone that no one would disobey. "Clear a path! We need to get this girl through," I shouted picking her up bridal-style making sure to keep my hand on her spine and the other under her knees as not to press on the wound. "Out of the way. NOW!"

Everyone scrambled as I rushed through to the BatMobile (a ridiculous name) laying her down in the shotgun seat keeping her head elevated and legs straight to prevent more pain though she still cried out when I set her down.

"Marinette," she croaked blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "M- my names' s Marinette, you're Robin r- right?"

"Yes," I hesitantly answered a few more tears trickling down my cheeks. "That is my name. But you should rest we're all very worried. Gotham is very worried."

"Don't cry, I promise things will be okay. It doesn't matter if I die, because that little girl is safe." Was all she responded with going lips in the passengers side of the car as the engine revved, I still felt her pulse as I got on my bike and raced to the cave Batman right next to me. She let out an occasional cry of pain as all the vigilantes trailed behind or next to the legendary car.

"Oracle open the cave now," I shouted over the wind. "Incoming patient, medical attention required immediately."

'Ok, opening in, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.' Came her response though barely heard over the wind and the engines of all their vehicles. We made it though the second the doors opened the secret entrance for vehicles slamming closed behind us. I grimaced at her cries of pain and muffled whimpers as the blood trickled down her face and from the cuts, she also had a thin trail of the infamous scarlet liquid running from her split lip.

"Ok everyone," Todd shouted as he took off his helmet. "Little D pick her up and put her over there, Dickie Bird get Alfred for her, B do whatever, and Timmy find out who the hell she is. This chick is brave, and we don't know who she is."

Everyone nodded and I gently picked the writhing girl up and set her on the gurney we had in the corner, I swiftly inserted and IV on her left side, the opposite to the side she was injured and started to flow liquid into knowing she was loosing lots of blood.

"H-hey," the girls voice called. She sounded like she was in pain, because she was. She made an effort to lift her head but grimaced and laid it back down. "W-what did I miss? And where am I?"

I looked over to Drake as he made a noise of victory.

"Full name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Was a senior at fifteen almost sixteen, beat your record Baby Bird, and graduated Valedictorian with a full scholarship to two Ivy League schools. Harvard, and Yale, with a two year scholarship to Baylor," Drake said a whistle at the end as he leaned back before scrolling and gasping slightly. "Says here she was also bullied to the point of attempted suicide. Tried to jump the Eiffel Tower, girl named Lila tormented her, took all her friends. Physically and mentally assaulted her, threatened her, and turned her stories around on Marinette."

Everyone was a mix of shocked and confused as they heard what the girl has accomplished and what she had been through. Drake gasped for a second time as he opened a link to a website, browser, something.

"Says here she also applied for a scholarship at Gotham University and got it," he said another impressed whistle at the end of his sentence. "She'll be in your class in six months Baby Bird."

I sighed. "Let's just focus on Marinette's injuries, and recovery please."

Todd whipped his head around so fast it sounded like he got whiplash. "Y- you called her by her first name! THE WORLD IS ENDING!"

"Shut it Todd! Just get the medical supplies," I snapped before turning back to the bleeding girl.

Her petite frame hung limply on the cot left arm hung over the side an IV dripping liquid into her veins to recover from the blood loss. Her muffled cries of pain slipped a pin in everyone's heart as the floor and blankets around her were stained crimson red. Her pulse on the monitor was slowing increasingly her life trickling away with each drop of blood on the floor. I snapped my head to the left and looked at Drake and he immediately knew what I meant.

"Blood type AB, rarest type," Drake said dashes of worry in his voice. "Damien, or Jason, that's you. Which one?"

"I will," I said and all heads swiveled my direction as I rolled up the latex long sleeve arm on my suit.

As we infused the many, many pints of blood she lost I grew weaker until I heard the all clear and ripped the needle out of my arm, flesh tearing slightly under the pressure before I stumbled out of the second bed stationed next to her's four the transfusion, and sat in the same uncomfortable stool Father had to sit in while he oversaw the transfusion.

For the next two weeks Marinette Dupain-Cheng had stayed at Wayne Manor and me and the rest of the heathens in the house had warmed up to her cheery and excitable nature. I had never quite noticed how pretty the color blue was until Todd was sitting by her side on his self-proclaimed, 'Nurse Time' had she woken up and called everyone into the room. The large pastel purple, painted room had a king size bed in the middle purple and pink accented white sheets, and comforter. It also had a canopy made of purple and pink layered gauze fabric each of the bedposts holding the sheer fabric back.

My Angel~ why, oh why did you jump?

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