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"Bad"
Damian Wayne wasn’t a man prone to introspection. His life was a carefully curated cycle of duty, discipline, and control, leaving little room for sentimentality or self-pity. But tonight, as he stood on the rooftop overlooking the streets of Paris, he found himself grappling with a weight that refused to be shrugged off.
The city glowed beneath him, a kaleidoscope of golden streetlights and muted shadows. People milled about, their laughter and voices a distant hum that barely reached his ears. But even the bustling life of the city couldn’t distract him from the storm churning within.
And the storm had a name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
From the moment he met her, Damian had known she was trouble. Not in the traditional sense—she wasn’t reckless or dangerous like the villains he faced nightly. No, Marinette’s trouble was quieter, more insidious. She was like water carving through stone, persistent and unrelenting.
At first, she had been an annoyance, her cheerful demeanor grating against his naturally stoic nature. She was all bright smiles and quick wit, her hands constantly moving—sketching, sewing, creating. There was a fire in her that he hadn’t expected, a passion that made her impossible to ignore.
And yet, he’d tried. God, how he’d tried.
But trying to ignore Marinette Dupain-Cheng was like trying to ignore the sun. She seeped into his life, her presence warming parts of him he hadn’t realized were cold. And before he knew it, she had become a fixture in his world, a source of light he couldn’t bring himself to turn away from.
Damian clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms as he replayed their last encounter in his mind.
“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Marinette had asked, her voice trembling with frustration. “What are you so afraid of, Damian?”
He hadn’t answered her. He couldn’t.
Because the truth was, he was afraid. Afraid of what she made him feel, of how easily she could unravel the walls he had spent years building. Afraid that he would hurt her, that his darkness would swallow her light.
She deserved better than him. She deserved someone who could love her without hesitation, without fear. Someone who didn’t carry the weight of a family legacy built on blood and shadows.
And yet, no matter how hard he tried to let her go, he kept finding his way back to her.
The Moment That Changed Everything
He had seen her earlier that night, surrounded by friends in a small café. She had been laughing, her eyes shining with a joy that made his chest ache. She hadn’t seen him, hidden as he was in the shadows, but he had watched her for far longer than he should have.
It was a mistake, he knew that. Watching her like that, yearning for something he had no right to want. But Damian had always been bad at denying himself the things he desired most, and Marinette was at the top of that list.
When she had left the café, he had followed her, keeping to the rooftops as she walked through the city. It was a compulsion he couldn’t fight, the need to be near her, to make sure she was safe.
As she stopped at a small park, sitting on a bench under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights, Damian hesitated. He could leave now, slip away into the night without her ever knowing he’d been there.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he lowered himself to the ground, his boots landing silently on the cobblestone path. She looked up at the sound, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him.
“Damian?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer right away, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to explain what he couldn’t even explain to himself.
“I was... in the area,” he said finally, the lie sounding hollow even to his own ears.
Marinette raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “In the area? At midnight?”
He looked away, his jaw tightening. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
Her gaze softened at his admission, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I can take care of myself, you know.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “But I worry anyway.”
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the tension that always seemed to hang between them. Marinette broke it first, her voice soft but steady.
“Why do you do this, Damian? Why do you keep coming back if you don’t want to stay?”
He closed his eyes, her words cutting through him like a blade. He didn’t have an answer for her. Or rather, he had too many answers, none of which he could bring himself to say out loud.
“I don’t know how to be what you need,” he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marinette stood, stepping closer to him until they were only a breath apart. “And what if all I need is you?”
Her words stole the air from his lungs, leaving him raw and exposed. He wanted to believe her, wanted to let himself fall into the warmth of her promise.
But he was Damian Wayne. He didn’t get to have happy endings.
“I’m not good for you,” he said, his voice breaking under the weight of his own doubt.
Marinette reached out, her hand brushing against his cheek. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
A Leap of Faith
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Damian looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the courage in her eyes, the unwavering belief that he was worth fighting for.
And for the first time, he let himself believe it too.
He closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. It wasn’t perfect—there was too much emotion, too much history between them—but it was real.
When they finally pulled apart, Marinette rested her forehead against his, her breath warm against his skin.
“You don’t have to be perfect, Damian,” she whispered. “You just have to be here.”
And for the first time in a long time, Damian decided he would try.
For her. For them. For the chance to be something more than what he had always believed himself to be.
As they stood together under the Parisian sky, the city alive with light and possibility, Damian felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Hope.