Daminette Oneshots

Memories

⚠️ PTSD WARNING!!! ⚠️

Marinette's POV

I'm at the Wayne Winter Ball as MDC, a famous (and anonymous) fashion designer. Uncle Jagged took me along with him and Aunt Penny after the disaster with Lie-La.

I'm mainly sticking to the corners of the ballroom, avoiding the mingling and the crowd. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my shoulder. "Hey, Princess! What are you doing all alone?" The memories of my former partner overwhelm me.

I flip the man over my shoulder and rush away, pushing through crowds of people as tears track down my face. I manage to run down the long, twisting halls of Wayne Manor until I stop in front of a door.

It's locked, so I pick it and rush inside. The door slams shut behind me as I hide inside what looks like a cabinet in the back corner, my sobs echoing in the room.

Another person comes into the room, quietly humming an unfamiliar tune as they flick on the light. They shuck off their jacket and get some buckets of paint before turning to stare in my direction.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my painting room?" I manage to stop my choked sobs enough to croak out, "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, otherwise known as MDC." He nods, looking thoughtful.

"If I may, Miss MDC, why are you hiding in here?" I sigh. "I cannot answer that question. It's too personal."

A few moments pass before he speaks again. "Would you be willing to come out of your hiding space?"

Instead of answer, I unfold my body from the cramped position it was in and walk toward him. He turns to face me fully before speaking. "Forgive me for my rudeness. My name is Damian Wayne." I nod in acknowledgement.

Something in me trusts him, so I tell him my story. "I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, otherwise known as PTSD. I am a sexual assault and abuse survivor. When I lived in Paris, my ex-boyfriend and classmates used to...do things to me. Anyway, someone in the ballroom called me Princess, something my ex did. I ran in here to get away from the memories."

He sighs before dragging a stool over. "You might as well do something if you're going to stay here with me. You can model for a portrait."