Damian's POV
There is a girl, around my age. Her chin is angled downwards and her eyes are closed, as if she is sleeping. She has black hair with a blue tint, but I cannot see the color of her eyes. She is floating, yet her wrists are in chains that are bolted to the floor.
Suddenly, her head shoots up.
Her eyes are crystal blue, but they seem to change color when they see me.
She growls out a couple of curses in a language I do not know. Suddenly, she asks in Arabic, "Why are you here, Demon Heir?" I answer with another question. "How do you know my title?" She looks away from me at that.
After a few moments of silence, I decide to extend an olive branch. "My name is Damian. What is yours?" She glances at me, surprised. "Contractions aren't going to bite you, you know. And my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Mr. Wayne."
I narrow my eyes, studying her. She simply gives me a soft, sad smile. "How do you know my civilian identity?"
"I will tell you about it later. How about you get me out of these chains?"
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Daminette Oneshots
Hayran KurguHello and welcome! Y'all, comments give me life. Please, please, please, comment! Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the characters in my book, those belong to the creator of said characters. I only own the plot. Bug Out! -Cam
