Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

Bats, Birds, Bugs and (Steroid) Villains
Summary:
The Bat Family meet the heroes of Paris. Robin learns that there's more to Marcel than meets the eye. “You didn’t…..” Chris said, an ear to ear grin stretched across his face.

Marcel simply nodded with an absolutely besotted smile on his face as he recounted his date last night.

“I did.” He confirmed.

Currently, Marcel, Chris, Alix and Sabrina were hanging out in his room. Marcel sat on his bed while Chris and Sabrina were sitting on the couch. Alix opted to just drag a chair over to form a rough circle.

“You kissed her?!/ met Red Hood last night?!” Chris, Sabrina and Alix exclaimed with wide eyes.

The former two paused and shot the third one a look.

“I mean- yah! You kissed her!” Alix quickly backtracked.

“Well, yeah, I met Red Hood too.” Marcel admitted.

“What was he like up close?” Sabrina asked, leaning forward eagerly.

“Not gonna lie, I nearly pissed my pants when he showed up all of a sudden but he was…..more chill than people give him credit for.” He said.

“I always thought the guy was the type to shoot first and ask questions later.” Alix said with a shrug.

“Only to criminals, Alix.” Marcel reminded the pinkhead.

“Well, you were an accomplice in breaking and entering.” Chris pointed out.

“You guys are never gonna let that go, are you?” Marcel deadpanned.

“Nope.” They said shamelessly.

“So, how was your date?” Tim asked over his usual mug of coffee. Dahlia did not want to know how many times he’s refilled it.

“Wonderful, minus the red helmet imbecile who interfered with it.” Dahlia said with no small amount of satisfaction for both the date and having her revenge on Todd.

Said brother of hers was currently grumbling under his breath as he set to work on cleaning his helmet to remove the tacks she glued inside it.

“Dahlia.” She turned around to acknowledge her father. “A word?”

Hoping none of her nerves showed, she calmly walked over to him, trying to ignore how her heart began to beat faster from nerves.

“Yes, father?” she asked.

“I heard you broke into Wayne Industries rooftop last night with Marcel, one of the boys from the French class.” He said, voice stoic and calmly even as usual, giving nothing away.

“It was just a small act in the name of harmless fun.” She huffed defensively.

“Dahlia, you know you could have asked for proper security clearance and saved yourself the trouble.” He told her.

“I am perfectly capable of- wait…pardon?” she asked. Was he…..actually telling her that…he would help her with this?

Was he giving her his approval? Was he giving Marcel his approval?

“If you’re going to do this, I expected you of all people to want to do it right.” Her father went on. She could’ve sworn she saw his mouth imperceptibly quirk upward slightly in amusement.

“However.” He turned stern at this. This form of ‘stern’ however wasn’t the same as the one he used as Batman; it was the form of ‘stern’ he used as a father, her  father.