Daminette December 2022: 8-Submission
Damian Wayne pouted in the car on the way to his punishment. He had yet to figure out what it was, but it had been worth it. As Robin, he had broken formation, during patrol, and returned to the meet up point with a kitten. Batman had denied his request to bring it home. He even had Oracle locate several animal shelters.
"I will be taking it to a veterinary, first. They can also checked to see if it belongs to someone. If no one has claimed it within a week, I will return with it." Robin demanded.
"No." Batman growled.
Robin frowned, "Al.....Cat A is getting older. He will have a playmate and I will have a companion after he passes."
Nightwing nodded. Red Hood sighed and Red Robin yawned. Batman sighed.
'It was true that Damian had kept Alfred the cat since his arrival to Gotham. It was becoming more apparent that Damian was worried about his cat. He had been taking it to the vet more often. The cat was eating less and had even allowed them to pick him up when he was in the way. Alfred the cat had become more docile.'
"Very well." the Dark Knight answered, "Return to the cave and get prepared. Agent A, Robin will be returning with a small companion, in need."
"Yes, sir." Agent A replied.
The Wayne boys had been upset that Damian had gotten special treatment, in their eyes. They had decided they would punish him for extending patrol hours for them.
"Where are we?" Damian demanded.
"Surprise, Little D!" Dick exclaimed.
Jason smirked, "We picked the worst thing we possibly could."
"It took all week, but we finally came up with the perfect plan." Tim smiled, then yawned.
"What is it?" the Wayne heir growled.
"Can I tell him?" Jason volunteered.
"Sure." Tim answered.
"We all hate those stupid parties and do anythign possible to not be grabbed at." Todd smiled, "So, you are going to be a male model for this event."
Damian was stunned. His father's adopted children had decided to punish him with making him a dress up doll. What was worse, he was going to be touched and grabbed; he couldn't lash out.
'Assholes.'
"This was a last minute thing, too." Grayson declared, "They needed a replacement."
Damian sat silently as the horde of girls, across the room, pointed at him and his siblings. He wished he could be anywhere else, right now. At least there were some other males in the room, but their glares weren't any better then the giggles.
'Why couldn't they have just shipped me in a crate back to Mother?'
"Damian Wayne." a voice called.
Damian and his brothers stood up and followed the voice. A girl looked at them confused, but opened the door wider. The girl closed the door and stared at them.
"Damian, go ahead and stand on the platform." She demanded, "I'll need you to strip to your boxers."
"I will not!" the Wayne heir growled, taking a step forward.
"How else am I suppose to take your measurements to make sure the clothes fit you?" she shouted.
Damian remained where he was.
"You're the designer?" Drake shouted.
She smiled, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, at your service. I've been designing since I was ten and my clothes have rocked runways since I was thirteen."
Damian quickly looked over the designer's appearnace. She was his age, maybe younger. Her hair was so black it appeared blue and her eyes were the bluest he had seen. That alone was saying a lot since his family was notorious for their blue eyes. Marinette looked tired, almost as much as Drake.
"So it's your fault I'm here?" he questioned.
She glared at him.
'Interesting.'
"I didn't personally ask for you, Your Highness." She declared, "A friend of mine was suppose to be my model, but he broke his leg. I don't know who you are and I don't fucking care! Right now, I have to figure out if I have clothes to alter or possibly remake, altogether. Get down to your boxers so we can both get this over with. The faster you do this, the faster you can get out of my way."
The Wayne boys were shocked. Everyone usually treated them like they were special. This designer didn't know who they were and didn't even care.
Damian quickly listened to her.
'Looks like we both don't want to do this.'
Marinette quickly got to work. She had made a chart on the paper under Adrien's. She made sure to follow the same guidelines to easily figure out if there were changes to be made. She quickly measured his arms and chest. Adrien may have been use to all of this, but she could feel the subtle flinches under her hands.
"I'm only going to explain this once. I'm going to measure your lower half. That includes the inseam; the inseam will be you inner leg. You cannot move. If I make a mistake, the pants can be too tight and ride up. That would be uncomfortable for both of us." she quickly explained.
Marinette got up and began to look over her notes.
"Get dressed." she stated, "You're dismissed."
She flipped the paper up and down to compare Adrien and Damian's measurements.
"Will he be okay?" Dick questioned.
"I have to make new clothes for him." she sighed, "I can't use what I already have."
"Will your show be okay?" Jason asked.
'Shit! We made this a punishment for her, too.'
"Yeah. I'll have my assistant stock up on coffee. " Mari declared, waving off their concerns, "Mostly everyone is coming in for a fitting, today, so there shouldn't be any drastic alterations to the rest of them. If I focus on his, I can finish in two days. Come back by then, so I can make sure about any adjustments."
"Wait!" Tim shouted, "I thought he had to wear like ten outfits."
"Yes and I said it should be done in two days." Marinette replied, "Thank you for stopping by. Next time, leave the attitude outside of my dressing room."
"Question." Damian spoke.
Marinette put on her best customer service smile, from the bakery, she could and asked, "Yes, Sir. How many I help you, today?"
Jason snorted and covered his face. Dick smiled at her sudden change in demeanor. Tim facepalmed. He knew it wouldn't end well, where Damian was concerned.
"Do you partake in the female sex?" he questioned.
Marinette blinked it confusion before laughing.
"No, I don't like girls." she answered.
"Married?" he continued.
"Nope." she smiled.
"Committed relationship?" Damian persisted.
"Nope." Mari spoke.
"A beneficial relationship?" he asked.
"No." Marinette replied, "Why all these questions?"
"All those harpies in the other room wouldn't shut up." Damain answered, "You barely looked at me."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't stroke your ego." Mari rolled her eyes.
"Maybe that isn't what he wanted stroked." Todd smirked.
Damian quickly turned and glared at his sibling, briefly catching the designer's blush.
'So she was staring. Perhaps she was only keeping up the appearance of professionalism.'
"Look, I've seen people, like you, who think because they look good, it makes them better than anyone else." Marinette answered, "Usually, they're a bunch of assholes, as you have proven. I prefer a man with taste."
'I look appeasing to her, but my behavior dissuaded her.'
"You prefer the men who open doors and pull out chairs; a perfect gentleman." Damian quipped.
"Fuck that!" Marinette shouted.
The Wayne boys couldn't believe their ears. They were so use to people demanding them to act perfect; even Bruce.
"At the end of the day, they think if they do that kind of stuff for woman, a woman should serve them behind closed doors." Marinette replied.
"You tried?" Damian questioned.
'What the hell did that bastard do to her?'
"First college boyfriend. Seemed nice and I was naïve. Later, I heard him tell his friends how I was 'bad in the sack'. I laughed in his face and said he was too much of a dick to even have made it that far. He got laughed at and said I was a bad girlfriend for not serving him." Marinette answered, "His friends asked what he meant, so I told them about his whole 'woman live for men-household outlook'. They told him his idea was outdated and woman aren't like that, anymore. If he wanted that, he'd never find a wife. Last I heard, his husband set him on the right path."
The Waynes began to laugh and chuckle.
"I prefer my men honest. I don't care if they can't cook, if they can't clean, but if they get on my bad side, they usually end up tied up and in a ditch somewhere." she declared.
Someone knocked on the door, before opening it. The Waynes noticed a blonde boy with his foot in a cast and crutches.
"Adrien Agreste!" Marinette shouted, "What the fuck are you doing here? You're suppose to be on bedrest!"
"The show." he whined.
The Waynes were astounded to see the tiny designer throw the injured party over her shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.
"NO!" he shouted, turning red, "Mari!"
"Bad Kitty!" Marinette scolded, "You are going to lay on that pull out couch you assumed I would use as a bed in my office. Natalie is coming to get you."
"Please, no!" he pleaded, "I'll be good! Don't call her! I'll be stuck at the piano again!"
"Bed." Marinette stated.
"Yes, Ma'am." he answered.
"And I don't want to hear one peep about my sewing or my mothering from you!" she continued to chide.
"Yes, Momma Mari." he answered.
Marinette walked out of the room. Adrien just waved as Marinette carried him away.
"Wow; she doesn't take no for an answer." Tim spoke.
"No wonder that other guy didn't do it for her." Dick laughed.
"Oi!" Jason hollered, "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna get out of here and get some food."
The Wayne brothers walked out the door and stood guard. As Damian got dressed, he wasn't sure what to make of the designer. He thought she was the designer's assistant with how young she was, like all those meek women his father hired. His parents taught him how to read people and he couldn't do that with her. Marinette was fiery and spoke her mind. She had barely even looked at him, too focused on her task and numbers. She had laughed at him! He could only assume she had picked up her former model, judging by the cast, and informed him he was going to sleep.
He didn't expect to see her again on their way out.
"Hey, Miss Designer, do you know where we can find some really good sweets?" Jason asked, "Like a café or something?"
"Coffee, please!" Tim whined.
She smiled, "My parents own the best bakery in Paris. You can find it on Rue Street. You can't miss it. It's a white and black store front with gold letters."
Damian grabbed Marinette's hand and kissed it, "See you in two days."
"Little D!" Dick whispered in shock.
"My apologies." he smirked, "I figured it was better than a kiss on the cheek you are accustomed to since you do not know me."
Her cheeks bloomed pink and she quickly pulled her hand out of his grip. She turned around and ordered someone to get a pot of coffee started. Damian smirked.
'Seems she may just be as eager to see me again. A game of war, perhaps? Who would submit first?'
"Demon Spawn?" Jason questioned.
"I'm already fluent in French, but did none of you study the customs or culture?" He asked, "It's common here to be kissed. As I stated, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. We get enough of that at those galas Father forces us to go to and I'm not going to be the reason Father gets called."
As they walked to the car, he could hear his brothers groaning on how it was common to kiss someone, mostly on the cheek. They had all checked their phones. It was fine to let them think that for awhile.
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