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It was a normal day at Gotham Academy. The morning bell had yet to ring, so students walked idly to class and loitered in front of the building. The only difference in this day from others, was that there was a group of French exchange students said to arrive that morning.
Thirty minutes before the bell rang an unfamiliar bus pulled to the front of the school. Students watched as a group of about fifteen teens got off and gathered around who people assumed was their teacher.
A couple of GA students went back to talking after getting a good look at the newcomers, others didn’t bother to hide their curiosity and openly stared at the exchange students. It was relatively calm until one of the students shouted.
“Hey! Isn’t that Adrien Agreste, the model?”
“Omg! You’re right!”
After that students slowly began to recognize who exactly their visitors were.
“That’s Chloe Bourgeois! The famous vlogger and daughter of the Fashion Queen Audrey Bourgeois!”
“Is that Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale’s personal Designer?”
Soon the whole courtyard was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting to meet French celebrities. As soon as the teacher left to talk to the principal the three french teens were swarmed.
At least one third of the student body went to catch a glimpse of the trio, if they were close enough they would ask for autographs or pictures. The rest of the French class didn’t seem too content with the amount of attention that the trio was getting, but no one paid them any mind.
Those on the outskirts of the crowd took short notice of Damian Wayne exiting from his limousine and headed towards the school entrance. Their attention towards him was short-lived as they were drawn back by Marinette’s tinkling laugh at something that the Agreste heir had told her in French. At least half the boys and a large handful of the girls blushed at the sight and sound of the young beauty’s laughter. Even Damian Wayne stopped at the sound.
Wait. What?
There are few things that one needs to know about Damian Wayne. For one, Damian is not known for his kindness or his patience. Those who attended GA at the beginning of his enrollment know the improvements that he has made in the past seven and half years, however, just because he no longer breaks bones or openly insults people does not mean that he likes his fellow classmates.
Secondly, Damian Wayne does not attend Gotham Academy to make friends. It became painfully clear early on that he attends solely for academics. By some miracle there are a few students that enjoy his company and vice versa, but he makes no attempt to connect with anyone on campus.
Lastly, and most importantly, Damian Wayne does not stop. Ever. If anyone wants to talk to him, they have to learn to talk fast and to walk fast. As soon as he arrives on school grounds, Damian bee lines for his class. He does not stop. He does not rest. And he most certainly does not loiter.
That being said, when Damian Wayne stopped in the middle of the school courtyard more than a few took notice. Several people took out their phones to record what was expected to be a memorable occasion.
When Marinette’s tinkling laughter was heard again he whipped his head around and looked as if he had seen a ghost. He shouted something in what a few students recognized as Arabic.
His voice carried over and silenced the crowd. The students all turned to look at Damian. He was not one to shout. Ever. But today seemed to be full of surprises regarding the young heir.
The crowd around the french students shifted as they were shoved aside till Marinette stood in the front.
“Damian?” she whispered so quietly that only those closest to her were able to hear her.
As both teens stared at each other, no one in the courtyard dared to move, as they hoped to see what would happen next.
Without warning Marinette ran towards Damian. Most of the GA students were expecting him to immediately throw the young girl to the side once she reached him. However, Breaking their expectations, Damian was the first to embrace the girl.
They held each other as if their lives depended on it. Damian towered over Marinette as he hugged her. Her face was squished against his chest, while he had his buried into her hair.
After a while they pulled apart, but did not fully let go of each other. With the two partially separated the audience of students could see that both of their faces were wet with tears.
“I thought you were dead!” Marinette shouted in English as she grabbed his face in her hands.
Damian let out a small huffed laugh before saying something to her in a hushed voice while wiping away her tears. Nodding her head, the two continued to converse in Arabic together.
The French students watched in open confusion as the two teens interacted with each other. Since when did Marinette speak Arabic?
Meanwhile, the students from Gotham Academy watched in open horror as Damian pushed Marinette back an arms length away before looking her over, as one would if they were checking for injuries, before pulling the girl back into his embrace.
What the heck happened to Damian Wayne?
The two teens continued to be in their own little bubble, taking at lightning speed in Arabic before someone broke the trance.
“You going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Wayne?” Someone shouted from the crowd.
“You have a boyfriend?” Adrien shouted, in English, “Meouch, Milady, how could I have not heard about this sooner?”
Both teens quickly pulled away from each other. Their faces showed clear disgust.
“Damian Wayne can’t be dating Marinette!” One of the French students with Auburn hair shouted. “He’s dating Lila!”
Damian turned towards the girl in confusion. “Who? Wait, that is not crucial right now.” he shook his head. “Marinette and I are not dating, Maps.”
“You sure?” Maps shouted back. “Y’all looked pretty cozy together not two minutes ago.”
“Yeah, Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe shouted. “Fess up!”
Marinette’s face was beet red. “There’s nothing to fess up, Chloe! We’re not dating! That would be so wrong and so gross on so many levels!”
“Why?”
“He/She’s my sister/brother!”
“WHAT?!” the entire courtyard shouted.
Just then the morning bell for classes rang. Despite everyone wanting to know what exactly they just heard, they knew the consequences of missing class and it was not worth it.
Students slowly started to file into the school building still keeping an eye on the mysterious duo. They watched as Marinette leaned towards Damian and whispered something in his ear.
They saw what could only be described as the “fear of God” appear on Damian’s face as he took two steps away from the girl. Marinette smiled as she closed the distance between the two.
Despite looking like the picture of innocence, she gave off the aura of a predator. In a split second Marinette delivered a perfectly aimed punch to Damian’s stomach and as he keeled over, she swiftly Karate chopped his neck, effectively knocking the poor boy out.
The courtyard was once again stunned into silence. Before the French teacher started shouting.
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng! What is the meaning of this? This sort of behavior is unacceptable!”
“What? It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. I bet he’s been a total jerk the whole time I’ve been away” She turned to the GA students. “Am I wrong?” When no one responded she nodded her head. “I thought so. Now,” She plastered a warm smile back on her face and effortlessly hoisted the unconscious boy onto her back. “Would one of you mind directing me to the nurse’s office?”
“I can!” Maps raised her hand and rushed over.
No one moved as they watched the two girls enter the school building. One of which showed no strain as she carried an unconscious teenager that weighed at least twice as much as her.
Once the girls were out of sight, the rest of the students finally started moving again to get to class.
What the heck did they just witness?
Bonus:
Later that day;
*Damian walks into the manor with Marinette koala wrapped around his chest and one ice cream cone in each hand.*
Dick: Whatcha got there, Little D?”
Damian: …Ice cream.
Dick: …
Damian: …
Dick: You gonna share?
Damian: No.