-Lordbug, Robin, and Kitty Noir- Chapter Nine: In Which Mari Begins To Suspect
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/Part One//Part Eight/
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Description: Exactly what the title says my dudes
Warning: Cursing! Beware, children under 13 (But itâs not like youâre going to listen to me anyways so)
[As always message me if error spotted! Wasnât sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]
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âHello, Damian.â Sabine greeted warmly as the boy strolled into the bakery, an exasperated expression on his face. âThe girls are already upstairs.âÂ
Damian smiled politely and thanked the lady. âThank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.â He nodded, already making his way upstairs, remembering his way around from the last time heâd been inside.Â
âJust Sabine will do, dear.â The short Chinese lady chastised, a smile on her lips.Â
The youngest Wayne only nodded in response before he headed up, hearing the voices of the two girls before he actually saw them.Â
âTry this one on!â Marinetteâs excited tone caused a fond grin to flit over his lips, gone as he realised what he was doing.Â
âThis is utterly gorgeous!â Chloe gushed, and he could already feel his oncoming headache at her narrow range of vocabulary.Â
Marinette squealed, footsteps sounding as the bluenette pushed her friend into the closet to change. Damian pushed open the trapdoor, looking around, wincing a little as he did so. Everything was just as... Pink as he remembered it. âHurry up, Chloe! I want to see how it looks on you!âÂ
Resisting the urge to laugh, Damian made himself known in the room by vaguely clearing his throat, catching Marinetteâs sensitive ears. âDamian!â She grinned. âIâve got the perfect thing for you. I drew it based on Robin after he saved our city the last time.â He blushed, feeling awfully honoured that she had created something after him.Â
âYou created something inspired by Robin?â He inquired, his voice cracking with slight emotion.Â
He could hear her beam even with her back facing him as she shuffled through the shelves of clothes she had hung on the side of her room. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth cutely as she fumbled with the hangers, handling him a red, black, and green jacket, followed by some dark green jeans and a grey t-shirt with yellow lines along the sides.Â
âTry these on.â She murmured, half to herself as she nodded in approval about the combination. âChloeâs using the closet, so maybe you could get changed downstairs?â She suggested.Â
Damian groaned. âAfter this, I owe you nothing, An- Mari.â He stopped himself before he slipped, but he cursed when he noticed her eyeing him suspiciously, having caught the slip-up he nearly made a moment ago.Â
âYeah.â She mumbled, turning back to her table, where numerous sketchbooks lay open for her viewing. She twiddled a pencil between her fingers, biting her lip as she dug about with whatever she had.Â
He laughed softly to himself, making his way downstairs to get dressed in his alter-ego inspired attire.Â
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âChloe?â Marinette asked, needle and thread in hand as she flipped through her notebook furiously. âWould you prefer a running stitch or a slip stitch?âÂ
The blonde sighed, standing in a pastel yellow dress, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. âIâm honoured that you think so highly of me, Dupain-Cheng, but what on Earth makes you think I know what either of those are?âÂ
Marinette hummed appreciatively, observing the area she had to alter with a critical eye. âThe running stitch it is.â She pursed her lips in concentration, threading in the black string she had in hand as Chloe made a confused noise in her throat.Â
âDonât question it, Bourgeois.â Damian commented, leaning against one of the columns in Marinetteâs room. âYou chose to be friends with her.âÂ
Chloe rolled her eyes. âAs if you know what those jogging stitches are anyway.âÂ
Damian shrugged, entering the search on his phone. âAs a matter of fact, i do. And itâs a running stitch by the way, not a jogging stitch. A running stitch is âa simple needlework stitch consisting of a line of small even stitches which run back and forth through the cloth without overlappingâ.â He recited, a smug smirk on his lips. âAny words, Bourgeois?âÂ
Chloe fumed quietly. âMarinette!â She whined. âYou canât possible let him win. I donât lose! Thatâs utterly ridiculous!â
âDamian, say sorry.â Marinette hummed, not even looking up from her work. Damian made a strangled noise in his throat, an offended glint coming into his eyes.Â
âI didnât even-!â He protested, his pose agitated as he stopped leaning against the column.Â
The bluenette hummed, shushing the both of them. âShh.â She continued stitching the alters on Chloeâs dress as the blonde stuck her tongue out childishly at the green-eyed boy, who only pointed his middle finger back in response. Marinette rolled her eyes at their antics, concentrating on the stitch.Â
Damian, leaning leisurely against the pillar, fiddled with the clothing he had on, his original set of t-shirt and jeans stacked neatly, folded, in the corner of the room. The jacket fitted just nice- Slightly larger, the way he liked it. The jacket was primarily black, with red, green, and yellow linings striped against the ends and collars. The Robin logo was well-stitched onto the right side, concealing a zip along the circle, which revealed a cozy pocket. The inside of the jacket was a silky material, with plenty of little zips and pockets to store little tidbits. He noted a small embroidment of a robin on the left edge, next to a cursive Marinette DC.Â
The t-shirt was simple and grey, the material soft and slippery in his fingers. The jeans were well-fit yet they didn't restrain his movements. Overall, he liked the clothes she gave him- He still had the simple shirt and slacks that she had given him that rainy day. They sat in a precious corner of his room, where he could see them every morning.Â
After she finished fiddling with Chloeâs dress, she had the blonde try on another one- This one a beautiful pastel blue and white. The Mayorâs daughter was ushered into the closet as Marinette turned her attention to the dark-haired boy, who gulped at her critical gaze.Â
âIâm surprised it fit this well.â Marinette murmured under her breath, not intending to let Damian hear her. âThey were tailored for Robinâs size.âÂ
Damian glanced at her in surprise. He didnât know that sheâd taken his size on one of his nightly visits- She was slicker than he thought. Then again, it wasnât the first time he had underestimated Marinette Dupain-Cheng.Â
âSo...â Marinette gestured at the things he was wearing. âHow does it... Feel?âÂ
He paused before he answered. âSoft...? Comfortable.â He added.Â
Marinette nodded in approval before she stepped back, scribbling some notes on her notebook. âThey fit you well, but there still need to be some alterations.â After some thought, she added: âThey were made for Robin, so I suppose the size doesn't exactly match up perfectly.â She pursed her lips, as if something confused her. âBut overall I have a good idea of your measurements, so...â She flicked through her clothing rack. âTry these on.â She handed him a covered hanger of what he made out to be a dark green suit. âIâll need to wash all these clothes before the show.â She said to herself, beaming as Chloe stepped out of the closet.Â
As Damian stepped into the toilet to change again, he snapped out of his daze. He had felt so... Weird that Marinette had made clothes for his alter-ego without him knowing. Perhaps she was keeping them in case it rained and Robin dropped by for dry clothes? Whatever her reason was, he was going to find out that night.Â
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Marinette hummed, pleased, to herself as she set aside the four sets of clothing (Each) that she had finished altering for both Damian and Chloe. Plagg munched on a camembert macaron (He had insisted, she was disgusted), lounging in the little bean bag that Marinette had sewn for him.Â
âI must say,â Plagg munched on his macaron. âIâm pretty proud of you, kid.âÂ
The bluenette smiled softly to herself. âI canât wait. I feel a little nervous, and thereâs a little of time constraint, but surprisingly Iâm not that busy, and my homework was finished...â Marinette trailed off, it suddenly clicking to her why her schedule freed up.Â
She looked behind her, where her classmatesâ schedule used to be- Now it was replaced by a board filled with design ideas, with sticky notes of appointments and places she needed to be, things and events she wanted to attend.Â
The moment her life started becoming about her, it was as if everything brightened.Â
âThatâs why.â She murmured, Plagg stopping as he looked up, confused. Then he saw what she was looking at. âIâm living for myself now.â She said, smiling brightly.Â
âAbout time, kid!â Plagg grinned. âThatâs the spirit! Now, can I get more of this delicious macarons?â (Way to ruin the moment, Plagg)
Marinette rolled her eyes, giggling. âI could go and bake another batch. You finished the last batch already, Plagg. What am I supposed to do with you?â She placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth as she dramatised her actions. âWhat shall I do with you?âÂ
âAngel?â A soft knock on her skylight-trapdoor thing informed her of Robinâs presence. âWho are you talking to?âÂ
Marinette swiftly grabbed a pastel pink sweater on her way climbing up to the trapdoor, Plagg quickly hiding in the hood, camembert macaron still in hand as he hid along the fur in the hood of the article.Â
âRobin?â Marinette looked out, seeing the bird-named vigilante squatting next to the skylight. âYouâre early.â She stated, remembering the time on the clock, which she had looked at moments before he knocked. He hadn't been due for at least another twenty minutes.Â
Robin shrugged. âBumblebee took over patrol.â He scrunched up his nose. âYou smell like camembert.âÂ
The bluenette hesitated in answer. âYeah.â She answered truthfully. âI was baking camembert macarons.âÂ
Robin looked at her weirdly. âCamembert macarons are a thing?âÂ
âApparently, some people like it.â Marinette shrugged, chuckling as the chaos god in her hoodie scoffed, offended.Â
Silence fell on the balcony as stars took their place in the skies, clouds clearing up to show the beautiful view.Â
âCan I ask you a question, Robin?â Marinette asked softly, the breeze brushing against her dark blue locks. âYou donât have to answer, but... If you do, I want you to be honest with me.âÂ
Robin raised his eyebrows, but gestured for her to go on.Â
âI... I donât want to jump to conclusions, but...â Marinette hesitated. The question was just on the tip of her tongue: Do I know you as a civilian? âDo you want hot chocolate?â She said at the last second. Are you Damian Fu? âIâve got some downstairs.â Or Damian Wayne? She had remembered his name from the first day- The one and only slip up he made before he carried on with âDamian Fuâ. Who are you actually?Â
Robin squinted at her. âAre you okay, angel? And yes, please. Iâd like some hot chocolate.â Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. By the time heâd digested what he was doing, itâs already been done. Marinette stared at him, stunned as he fumbled for words. âSorry- I just- Um- I- Sorry.â He sighed. âI donât know what- What went over me. I shouldnât have um- Sorry- I-â He groaned. Why did he have to suck with words?âÂ
She smiled softly. âItâs okay, Robin.â She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as he froze, staring blankly at her stunning, shy, bashful smile. âIâll go get that hot chocolate.âÂ
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What had she been thinking? Marinette groaned. Why on Earth did she kiss him back on the lips? Where was she hoping that would go, anyway? He was a vigilante- And while she was one, too, granted, still-!Â
âBold moves, kid.â Plagg complimented as they made their way to the kitchen. Marinette shot him a dirty look, groaning as she heated to chocolate on the counter. âI approve.â He supposed Tikkiâs kid would do for his precious kitten.Â
âWhat was I thinking?â She mumbled incoherent words following her rhetorical question, a palmful of her dark hair in her hands as she groaned.Â
Robin, hanging from the ledge above using his grappling hook, watched his angel make hot chocolate for the both of them, smiled lightly to himself.Â
Did he just fall in love?Â
Oh yes.Â
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/Part Ten/
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Hello! Iâm not sure if this is progressing a little too fast but...? Aye amateur writer here (That doesn't do plot planning in case you were wondering). Any ideas on Chloeâs s/o? OC? Idk... :/ Anyways thanks for being so supportive, I love yâall <3 also Damian being a lovestruck little puppy just agrees with me a lotÂ
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