The Badass Ladybird of Gotham

Part 3 of an attempted date night

"How about we finish what we started?"

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"You remembered all the ingredients that I laid out? Wow. You're good. Except one thing." she strided past him and grabbed 2 aprons. "If this is your first time making cookies, you will make a mess." he crossed his arms.

"No I won't, how do you know that?" she raised an eyebrow.

Spongebob voice: Five minutes later:

"How the actual fuck does flour cover SO FAR??? STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" she used the counter to support herself. Flour covered him from head to toe. He tripped while trying to grab the sugar and dropped in on himself when he fell to the floor. She grabbed a towel and tried to get some of it off his face while still laughing. She ran her hand through his hair, trying to shake the flour out. He walked over to the sink.

"NO DON'T." it was too late. He tried to stick his head under the faucet to get it out, but his hair was then covered in a paste. He scowled angrily.

"Why the ACTUAL FUCK IS FLOUR SUCH A MENACE?" she took a deep breath to stop the laughter, then told him to wait a minute. She ran upstairs to her bathroom and grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, and blow dryer. It was great for getting stuff out. She walked into just about Everything. She ran downstairs and set it on the counter.

"Come on. This stuff will get it out. I'm sure of it. I'm not going to say 'I told you so', but I tried to tell you." he pouted and she pulled up a chair in front of the sink. He put his head under the faucet, embarrased, her hands felt like fire.

"HOLY SHIT THAT IS HOT AS FUCK." he sat up, throwing flour, and paste all over her t-shirt. She gave him a look.

"......I didn't even turn on the sink yet?" he blushed furiously and sat back once again. She stood over him, washing the shampoo in and trying to get this godforsaken flour out, when Dick walked in the room.

"Hey guys, Alfred said you two are making cookies, and...... Now opening a hair salon in the kitchen?" Marinette laughed and continued.

"No, he tripped and flour got in his hair, and then he got water in the flour and you know." Dick made a little 'oh' and looked at Damian. His head was back and he was relaxed.

"Well, have fun! And tell me when the cookies are done! Jason said you make good cookies!" He walked out of the room. Damian smelled her coconut conditioner and mentally scoffed. I told Bourgeious that it was coconut. Marinette hearing this, rolled her eyes at the boy and turned off the sink. She plugged in the hairdryer, and began drying his hair. He squirmed and pouted like a child. Once his hair was dry, she ran her fingers through it and he smiled and leant into it like a cat.

"There. Better?" he nodded and she returned everything back upstairs and changed her shirt. She walked into the kitchen and saw he had an apron on. She smirked at him and pat his head and he rolled his eyes. After ten minutes, they had the dough.

"Quick question. How many chocolate chips do I put in?" she gave him a funny look.

"However many you want." he walked back over to the pantry and pulled out a sack of flour sized bag of chocolate chips, and proceeded to drag them to her. "Damian, I literally have no words for you right now." he emptied them into a small bowl and returned the bag, while sulking. She added them in and started spooning them out on the sheet, leaving a small amount in the bowl.

"Aren't we putting them all on there?" she gave him another funny look.

"Have you never had raw cookie dough? You know what? Nevermind. Eat this." she shoved the spoon in his mouth, and his scowl turned to a smile.