This is basically another Daminette I wrote for fun.
Enjoy or don't 🤷 your choice.
Marinette, after suffering for so long, finally sees a light at the end of the tunnel. She won a class trip to Gotham and now she finally has a chance to be a norma...
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After half an hour, the hotel manager and fire chief announced that the hotel was once again safe and that they wanted to speak with the occupants of floor 15, room G06. Already knowing that this was going to happen, we decided to notify Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Whitestone, and our parents as soon as the sheep arrived in the lobby.
Notifying Mme. Bustier that that was our room, we left to speak with the adults. Long story short, we told them we had no electronics, candles, or flammable items that could catch fire, which led to the manager declaring an investigation and promising us a new room.
Once we were back with our class, Mme. Bustier flew into a fit of rage, scolding and yelling at both Chloe and me for another ten minutes, telling us how disappointed she was in us and how we would be on the next flight back to Paris, before being interrupted by Mrs. Whitestone, who arrived with... Mr. Wayne himself.
"Are you children alright?" Mrs. Whitestone fretted as she scanned over the entire class, lingering her gaze on Chloe and me a bit longer. "They are all fine. I was just dealing with the two troublemakers responsible for this!" Mme. Bustier huffed and turned back to us, seemingly not noticing the terrifying figure that was Bruce Wayne.
"Yes, I would like to know what happened to my hotel," came the stern, cold voice of Bruce Wayne, drawing the entire lobby's attention.
"Mr. Wayne. It is good to see you again," the hotel manager greeted, before motioning towards Chloe and me. "These unfortunate ladies have been the victims of unfortunate circumstances. Their hotel room caught fire, and after asking them a few questions, I will be placing the incident under investigation with the aid of the police and fire department. Both ladies have claimed that they had no items that could have caused the fire, and I sincerely believe them. I will have them in a new room come evening." The manager explained, sending us a warm smile that we didn't see.
We were both too caught up in the satisfaction of seeing the herd of sheep and their bitch of a leader turn paler with each mention of legal authority that will be dealing with them when they're eventually caught.
"And who might these two ladies be?" asked Mr. Wayne with a raised eyebrow as he turned his gaze on us. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Chloe Bourgeois, Mr. Wayne. We sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, but we are only grateful that we were not in our room when the fire started. We fear that we would no longer be standing here should we have decided to have a lie-in," I answered, meeting his stare head-on and drawing on my Ladybug personality for courage.
"Very fortunate indeed, then. I will compensate you both for any losses. Do you both feel up to the tour at Wayne Manor? I would understand if you both would like to stay here and re-settle after this event." Mr. Wayne asked in a softer tone now, shocking every adult who knew him.
"We feel up to it, Bru... Mr. Wayne. A distraction will be much appreciated," Chloe answered this time, slightly rubbing her side where I elbowed her when she almost called Mr. Wayne by his name or, even worse, her nickname for him.
