Fractured (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 A Coffee for the Soul

Third pov

Marinette put the dress she'd been working on back onto the table.

She'd finally completed the skirt after several hours of sewing on glittering fake stones.

Without even contemplating getting a few hours of sleep, she gets properly dressed and decides to look for a coffee shop.

She gets directions to a Starbucks from the nice girl at the front desk and is soon standing in line to order.

There's not many people there. The only ones even worth noting was two blackhaired guys trying to talk a third blackhaired guy out of buying something, while a blonde woman is snickering beside them.

Marinette just shakes her head and places her order. "I want a black coffe with thirteen shots of espresso in it."

The barista looks at her with an expression that she could only compare to someone having seen a car wreck. "A black coffe, with thirteen shots of espresso?"

Marinette nods, a dead look on her face. "I want a drink that matches my soul."

There's a war on the guy's face, whether he should question it or not.

In the end he just makes the drink for her.

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"I'm getting my coffee Dick, you can't stop me."

"Tim, for the love of god, please do not get more coffee. Take an ice tea if you want, you.do.not.need.more.coffee!"

His brother didn't move a single facial muscle. Just gave him a dead stare.

Jason sighed, wondering what he was even doing here. "Tim-Tam, for Alfred's sake, slow down on the caffeine."

"I'll do that when Dick gives up cereal."

Yeah, like that would ever happen.

Stephanie was snickering at the sidelines.

Damian returned from the bathroom. The young man just shook his head at his brothers and joined Stephanie.

"Tim. I'm begging you. You do not need that amount of coffee-"

Dick completely looses the train of thought that he'd had while trying to talk Tim out of buying another cup of stong black coffee as he hears an order being placed.

He and Jason both look over to the one that placed the order, both with different mixes of disgust at the caffeinated drink, and bewilderment at the fact that the one that ordered barely looks old enough to order it.

Unfortunately, while they looked away, Tim had placed his order, gotten his beloved coffee, and bolted out of the door before they could take the coffee from him.

The young woman that had ordered calmly took her drink and sat down fairly close to them.

Since Dick and Jason weren't saying anything yet, Stephanie did. "That can't be good for your health."

The blackhaired girl took a long sip before replying. "If it doesn't kill me, it will make me stronger. It is a risk i am willing to take."

Stephanie and Jason burst out laughing.

Damian looked amused and Dick looked like he was contemplating throwing himself out the window.

The girl just continued drinking the coffee that probably would have given a normal person a heart attack. "Well, this is nice and all, but shouldn't anyone follow the one that took his coffee and ran?"

Dick looked to the door. "She has a point. Jason, come on."

Jason was about to protest but Dick was already dragging him out the door.

Stephanie was still looking like this was the highlight of her day. "They're never gonna catch him."

"Tim does have a tendency to be elusive when he feels like it." Damian agreed.

Stephanie shook her head fondly and looked at the girl still sitting at the table. "It was nice meeting you. Bye!"

Damian nodded to her and followed the blonde out the door.

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Marinette finished her coffee in relative peace once the group had left.

"What to do, what to do....." She mumbled.

Let's see. She has most things she needs in her hotel room, she can get food with no problem....

An apartment!

She needs an apartment to be able to stay fulltime.

Time skip

Finding a good apartment took her a good few days.

It was worth it though. One bedroom, a livingroom, bathroom and kitchen. The people managing the apartment was happy to let her in as the new renter.

Which left her with only needing to get her stuff there. Not that it filled much of the space anyways, she thought as she sat on the floor of the livingroom.

She tried to imagine what to fill the space with. Not an easy task.

It almost made her regret leaving all her furniture in the bakery in Paris.

She could've stayed there, she just didn't want to. It would just lead to herself being buried in the ghosts left there.

Time skip

The crick in her neck tells her, before she's even opened her eyes, that she fell asleep on the floor.

A fact she regrets before she's even fully awake.

With a sigh she slowly sits up to see the livingroom bathed in light from the window.

Well, time to start the day.

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