Daminette Oneshots

Bad Luck

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is known for many things, depending on who you ask. By her classmates, her 'bullying'. By her friends, her kindness and knack for getting herself in sticky situations. This is just one example.

It was late afternoon in Gotham, USA, and Marinette was walking home from the fabric store she worked at. Just then, a man tripped on the sidewalk and started to fall. Marinette's reflexes kicking in, she turned and pulled him into a dip.

The two strangers stared at each other, clear blue eyes meeting jade green ones.

Marinette's POV

I snapped out of it first. "Oh my goodness, are you okay?" The man hesitantly nods. "How are you able to support my weight?" I blush, realizing I'm still holding him. I pull his body up, standing him upright. "My name is Marinette. What is yours?" He looks surprised, before I see an amused glint in his eyes. "My name is Damian Wayne." I nod, racking my brain for who he is.

Ah, youngest heir to the richest family on Earth.

WAIT, WHAT?

My head drops on his chest. "Kill me now." I mutter. His body rumbles beneath me, vibrations from his chuckling. I lift my head, realizing something.

"Well, that was more embarrassing for you than me." I say. He seems to realize that, because he goes, "Do not tell the tabloids, Marinette." I sigh. "Would've made such a hilarious story, though." He gives me a look. "Fine."

Damian says, "I would like to take you to dinner, to apologize." I shake my head. "No. That's not necessary." He gives me a sort of sad look that has my insides melting. "Fine!" I yell. He gives me a smirk. "Where is your residence?" I groan at the realization. "I live in the freaking Wayne Apartments!" He grins. "I will pick you up at seven. Wear something nice."

I smirk at him saucily. "My dress or my bra?" He zones out, an embarrassed flush dusting his cheeks, before leaning down. We're so close, I can bump my nose with his. "Dress." And then he leaves.

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Damian's POV

I'm taking my motorcycle. I start walking to the garage, when Todd steps in front of me. "Where are you going so late, Lil'D?" I sigh and mutter, "On a date." He shouldn't be able to hear it. When he looks at me like I've grown another head, I know he did.

"On a date?" He repeats. I nod silently. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I'll cover for you with B, but be back by twelve." I nod, accepting the proposition. "Thank you, Todd." He gives me a small smile and I walk around him, continuing my journey to the garage.

Once there, I grab two helmets and put one on, starting my bike. I drive away, the motor rumbling. Before long, I'm at the apartment complex. I enter the lobby, looking around before I spot her.

She looks like a vision. Her black and red color scheme compliments her personality and natural beauty. "Marinette!" I call. She turns, taking in my own outfit. My color scheme is grey, black, and green. We walk toward each other. "Hey, Damian! Where are we going?" She asks. I give her a slight smile. "We're going to a café. They exceed my expectations with their sandwiches, I'm sure you'll enjoy them as well." She nods, smiling. "Sure!"

I grab her hand, pulling gently as we walk out the door. We get to my motorcycle, and she immediately hops on. I hand her a helmet and start the engine.

We get to the café and sit down, eventually telling our order to the slightly jealous waitress. We laugh and talk, enjoying our food when it comes. Finally, when it's over and we're back outside her apartment complex, she hands me a piece of paper with a string of numbers. Her cell phone number. She kisses my cheek and runs inside, yelling over her shoulder, "Text me later!"