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13) TEAM: DAMIAN DOMINANCE

BY: @KronoDOMINANCE

TYPE: 3D ART

17) TEAM: DAMIAN DOMINANCE BY: @KronoDOMINANCE TYPE: DIGITAL ART PROMPT: TANGLED

Damian: Tt. Dupain-Cheng, did you know this is a fruit tart and not a liquid? I am going to have to add strawberry juice.

Marinette: Well, duh! But you did it first, and I didn't even know you liked strawberries that much.

Damian: I have a nostalgic association with strawberries. This is the cake I received from Alfred when I turned thirteen. It is not usually my palate, but Alfred's gestures mean a great deal.

Marinette: Oh, that’s so sweet, Damian.

Damian: Tt. We have to drink this now. Enough dawdling, Dupain-Cheng.

Damian: “Stay. The assignments can wait.”

Marinette: “Deadline, Damian. Since when did you become a koala?”

Damian: “I am not a marsupial. I am neutralizing the threat of your overwork.”

Marinette: “A strategic hug? Really?”

Damian: “It represents efficient temperature regulation, considering you are a sufficient heat source.”

Marinette: “Liar. You just like the hugs.”

Damian: “Hmph. It is scientifically factual that physical contact releases a significant dopamine surge, especially when one is... depleted. And you, Dupain-Cheng, are an objectively superior candidate for such regulation. I mean it.”

Chapter 7 (part 2)

Dickbin: I did remind them it was impossible.

*Bruce picks up magazine*

Bruce: (reading aloud) When asked about recent rumours he might be Wayne's biological child, Grayson replied 'You think my mother, a beautiful, intelligent, world class gymnast, would debase herself by even letting Bruce Wayne talk to her? She was a woman of grace but more importantly standards!'

A small accident typical of Marinette

And Damian a little angry but not surprised

Chapter 5 Snippet (heyo I ain't dead!)

Damian growls. “I told you to cease your baseless slander of Marinette. You continued to do so, and I demonstrated the consequences of such a poor decision.” 

“Aww are you sad because I’m being mean to your little girlfriend?” Jason mocks, grin jagged like spikes. “Grow a pair Dami.” 

“How about I take yours for recompense,” his youngest hisses. 

Marinette: “Damian, well…hehe…we’re in a public space. I mean, it’s in the park opposite my home; what if Alya sees us? You know that girl….she’s going to put it on her Ladyblog and make a big scoop about this! I mean, I’m not against this sweet affection, it’s just... what if Chloe sees us again?”

“Dami,Don’t let go, okay? You know me - - I’ll probably find a way to trip even on a flat step.”

“I’m not going anywhere Mari. Just hold on tight, and if you get tired, I’ll just carry you the rest of the way.”

Daminette December 2025 - "Don't Let Go."

3D Model of Damian created by me. Marinette ripped from the games and the Background.

@maribat-calendar-events

Daminette December 2025

JUST KISS!!!!!!!

!! I wish for my hyperfixation to return so I can draw more of this ship.

I’m still writing on this ship, so they’re always in my thoughts.

"Operation Smile is on." Tim declared.

"You really think you can get Damian to smile?" Dick questioned, "He likes me best."

Jason just smiled.

'I know just the thing.'

A week later, the put their plan into action.

Tim had gotten Damian another cat, from the animal shelter, and had made a donation in his name. Dick brought Jon over. Neither of them had given him a reaction, but he had thanked Drake for the cat and donation.

"Where's Jason?" Asked Tim, as the moved to the library.

"I don't know." Dick replied, "He just said he'd be right back and his ....attempt, is here."

Damian rolled his eyes.

'This is all pointless. What made them think they could get me to smile for them?'

Damian walked away from his brothers to the living room. He stood in the entryway when he saw Jon was laughing with a foreign girl in his home. He had never laid eyes on her before and he couldn’t recall her coming over to Wayne Manor, either. He stayed silent as she showed Jon something from a sketch book. Jon looked up and noticed him in the door way.

"Hey, Damian!" he shouted.

The girl turned and she instantly reminded him of Jon. He also noticed she had 'The Wayne Looks': bright blue eyes and dark hair.

'Surely, Father did not adopt another child. Her mannerisms are more Kryptonian.'

"Wait." She spoke, "You're Damian? Then, who are you?"

"Who are you?" Questioned Tim, with Dick, entering the living room.

'Does no one know who she is? How did she get enter the manor? Who is she?'

"Sorry, I'm Jon." The half-Kryptonian stated, "Yes, he's Damian."

"I'm so sorry." She answered, ignoring Tim, "I thought you were Damian."

Jon just laughed. The Wayne brothers just stared at her confused.

'How could anyone confuse Jon for Damian?'

'They were like Night and Day....literally!'

"Didn't Jason bring you?" Jon continued.

The girl shrugged, "Well, yeah. All he told me was he wanted me to meet his younger brother, who was around my age. From the pictures on the walls, you all have blue eyes and black hair."

"We were all adopted by Bruce, Damian's father." Dick spoke up, "We call it 'The Wayne Look'. We have teased him for years about kids with dark hair and blue eyes and asked if we're getting another sibling."

"You do fit the bill." Tim remarked, "Did Jason adopt you 'cause if he did, I'd say he lost."

Marinette glared at him and slammed her book shut.

"Well, excuse me that I don't fit your perfect mold, you jackass." She sneered back.

Everyone stared at her in shock. They hadn't expected the girl who was laughing with Jon a second ago, to turn hostile towards them.

"Uh, how did you say you know Jason? Dick intervened.

"He knows my Nona." She said, crossing her arms, "They meet up from time to time and ride their bikes. He also visits my family's bakery. You could say he's been adopted into my family; he's like an older brother."

"Why are you here?" Damian finally spoke up, "Judging by your accent....Parisian?"

She sighed, "Yes and I.....owed him a favor. He said this would cancel it out."

Tim spoke up, confused, "Jason went to Paris and brought you here....because of a favor?"

"More like blackmailed, but yeah." She answered.

"Did you do something wrong?" Jon asked, "Jason doesn't care much for appearances and if you bumped into to him or spilled a drink, I'm sure a refill would have been fine."

They watched her face start to flush.

"No one got hurt." She mumbled.

Jon took a step back.

'How could this sweet girl do something so wrong, that Jason had to blackmail her?'

"I agree with Jon." Dick spoke up, "Jason isn't one to hold grudges-except on family. Within reason, of course!"

"What happened?" Tim asked.

"I stole his bike and took it for a joyride around Paris." She admitted.