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/Part One//Part Fourteen/

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Patrol was fairly uneventful. Kitty had come to enjoy the sheer thrill of practically flying through Paris’s night sky, watching the city light up in whites and yellows. Wind vibrated in her ears sonorously, a rhythm forming in the tap, tap, tap of her feet as she touched down on roofs and balconies to provide the momentum for her next jump. Her technique had improved vastly into a flawless dance that her brain could activate without thinking much: It was like her eyes just immediately saw a path on the roofs and her body just carried out the action. 

Music rumbled in her ears as she neared the docks, hearing the faint strum of Luka’s guitar. The teal-haired boy was lounging casually on the dock, guitar in his relaxed hand. Looking up, aqua eyes met bluebell ones, and he gave her a soft, kind smile, which she returned with a wave. In the next moment she was gone, soaring over rooftops and streets with the agility of a natural feline. 

“Goodnight, Paris.” She whispered, the quiet aura of the city surrounding her, comforting her, thanking the hero for protecting the city and everyone in it. Baton extending, she leapt off the Eiffel tower, making one quick route around the city for good measure. 

Adrien yawned, peering out of the giant window by the side of his room. It was getting late, he thought, and was about to head to bed just as he heard the familiar, clear, metallic note of a baton extending. His green eyes trailed up towards the window, aligning with the fates in a moment to catch the cat-hero leaping past his bedroom. His jaw dropped. Her dark blue hair was dancing behind her in a braid, her bluebell eyes refined and sharp in comparison to the dark sky. 

For a single moment, the blonde model could feel his heart stop. 

And the next, she was gone. 

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The transformation wore off just in time, because Robin was knocking on her skylight in the next. Had he been a moment earlier, he would’ve caught Kitty Noir standing in Marinette’s room, and the bluenette would have to come up with the most convincing ‘correlation does not equal causation’ explanation ever, and she didn’t have that much confidence in her ability to convince him otherwise. 

“Evening.” He greeted politely, smiling at the beaming bluenette, who (Suspiciously) looked slightly breathless. 

“Evening!” She replied brightly, catching a little more of her breath. “I made some lime-flavoured pastries today. Would you like some?” 

Robin shrugged and smiled thankfully. “Yes, please.” 

Marinette beamed, pleased that he wanted to try the pastries she’d made. There was the same, warm, polite glow inside Robin’s eyes that made him, undoubtedly, Damian. The bluenette smiled with growing affection, leaving the vigilante in confusion as he stayed perched on the balcony. 

A few lime macarons later, they had fallen into a comfortable conversation, which consisted majorly of Marinette talking excitedly about the ideas she had for funding, and where she was hoping the whole club could go once they had gotten all their funds. Robin watched the bluenette fondly as she chattered on in excitement, the spark of passion in her eyes making him fall even more. 

Halfway through their conversation, Marinette’s phone dinged- Without a doubt, it was a text from Chloe regarding Operation Damian Wayne. She ignored the text, continuing to talk animatedly about her ideas and so. 

Glancing at his watch, Robin decided it was getting late. “Thank you for the pastries, angel.” He thanked softly, reaching for her hand so he could press a kiss on it. A pleased feeling spread through his body like heat as the bluenette blushed. “Goodnight, angel.” His grappling hook shot off into the sky, his eyes catching sight of the gleaming silver ring on her hand as she raised it to wave at him. 

“Night, Robin.” 

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Queen Bee, clad in her superhero attire, wrapped in a dark jacket (Because was she that hard to spot in the dark if she was wearing bright yellow?), eyed Damian’s window with an amazing alertness. Marinette had shot her a text, saying that Robin had left her balcony minutes ago. Knowing the bird-themed vigilante, it wouldn’t take him more than two minutes to basically fly over half the city. 

Sure enough, the whizz of Robin’s grappling hook sounded a few moments later, followed by the vigilante himself. He glanced around, slipping into the window when he thought no one was looking. The window snapped shut after a few moments, Queen Bee smiling victoriously as she concluded that yes, Damian Wayne had to be at least Robin, if not Lordbug, too. 

[Queenie] 11.36pm

Operation Damian Wayne is a positive. 

[Minette] 11.37pm 

Drop by my place if you want some macarons~ 

[Queenie] 11.39pm 

As if I would stoop so low as to go to your balcony at 11pm just for pastries- 

[Minette] 11.40pm 

You’re on your way, aren’t you? 

[Queenie] 11.42pm 

... Just to discuss the results of Operation Damian Wayne. 

Queen Bee huffed, landing on Marinette’s balcony and wishing she would wipe that innocent smile off Marinette’s face. The bluenette knew that Chloe loved the newly-created lime-flavoured macarons, and just wouldn’t admit it. 

“Just to clarify,” Bee announced. “I’m just here to discuss the results of Operation Damian Wayne.” 

“Sure.” Marinette hummed in agreement, already pushing a macaron into Bee’s hand. 

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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 it’s not like you’re going to listen to me anyways so)

[As always message me if error spotted! Wasn’t sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]

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“Hello, Damian.” Sabine greeted warmly as the boy strolled into the bakery, an exasperated expression on his face. “The girls are already upstairs.” 

Damian smiled politely and thanked the lady. “Thank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded, already making his way upstairs, remembering his way around from the last time he’d been inside. 

“Just Sabine will do, dear.” The short Chinese lady chastised, a smile on her lips. 

The youngest Wayne only nodded in response before he headed up, hearing the voices of the two girls before he actually saw them. 

“Try this one on!” Marinette’s excited tone caused a fond grin to flit over his lips, gone as he realised what he was doing. 

“This is utterly gorgeous!” Chloe gushed, and he could already feel his oncoming headache at her narrow range of vocabulary. 

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. “Hurry up, Chloe! I want to see how it looks on you!” 

Resisting the urge to laugh, Damian made himself known in the room by vaguely clearing his throat, catching Marinette’s sensitive ears. “Damian!” She grinned. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you. I drew it based on Robin after he saved our city the last time.” He blushed, feeling awfully honoured that she had created something after him. 

“You created something inspired by Robin?” He inquired, his voice cracking with slight emotion. 

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. 

“Try these on.” She murmured, half to herself as she nodded in approval about the combination. “Chloe’s using the closet, so maybe you could get changed downstairs?” She suggested. 

Damian groaned. “After this, I owe you nothing, An- Mari.” 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. 

“Yeah.” 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. 

He laughed softly to himself, making his way downstairs to get dressed in his alter-ego inspired attire. 

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“Chloe?” Marinette asked, needle and thread in hand as she flipped through her notebook furiously. “Would you prefer a running stitch or a slip stitch?” 

The blonde sighed, standing in a pastel yellow dress, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I’m honoured that you think so highly of me, Dupain-Cheng, but what on Earth makes you think I know what either of those are?” 

Marinette hummed appreciatively, observing the area she had to alter with a critical eye. “The running stitch it is.” She pursed her lips in concentration, threading in the black string she had in hand as Chloe made a confused noise in her throat. 

“Don’t question it, Bourgeois.” Damian commented, leaning against one of the columns in Marinette’s room. “You chose to be friends with her.” 

Chloe rolled her eyes. “As if you know what those jogging stitches are anyway.” 

Damian shrugged, entering the search on his phone. “As a matter of fact, i do. And it’s a running stitch by the way, not a jogging stitch. A running stitch is ‘a simple needlework stitch consisting of a line of small even stitches which run back and forth through the cloth without overlapping’.” He recited, a smug smirk on his lips. “Any words, Bourgeois?” 

Chloe fumed quietly. “Marinette!” She whined. “You can’t possible let him win. I don’t lose! That’s utterly ridiculous!”

“Damian, say sorry.” Marinette hummed, not even looking up from her work. Damian made a strangled noise in his throat, an offended glint coming into his eyes. 

“I didn’t even-!” He protested, his pose agitated as he stopped leaning against the column. 

The bluenette hummed, shushing the both of them. “Shh.” She continued stitching the alters on Chloe’s 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. 

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. 

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. 

After she finished fiddling with Chloe’s dress, she had the blonde try on another one- This one a beautiful pastel blue and white. The Mayor’s daughter was ushered into the closet as Marinette turned her attention to the dark-haired boy, who gulped at her critical gaze. 

“I’m surprised it fit this well.” Marinette murmured under her breath, not intending to let Damian hear her. “They were tailored for Robin’s size.” 

Damian glanced at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she’d taken his size on one of his nightly visits- She was slicker than he thought. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he had underestimated Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

“So...” Marinette gestured at the things he was wearing. “How does it... Feel?” 

He paused before he answered. “Soft...? Comfortable.” He added. 

Marinette nodded in approval before she stepped back, scribbling some notes on her notebook. “They fit you well, but there still need to be some alterations.” After some thought, she added: “They were made for Robin, so I suppose the size doesn't exactly match up perfectly.” She pursed her lips, as if something confused her. “But overall I have a good idea of your measurements, so...” She flicked through her clothing rack. “Try these on.” She handed him a covered hanger of what he made out to be a dark green suit. “I’ll need to wash all these clothes before the show.” She said to herself, beaming as Chloe stepped out of the closet. 

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. 

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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. 

“I must say,” Plagg munched on his macaron. “I’m pretty proud of you, kid.” 

The bluenette smiled softly to herself. “I can’t wait. I feel a little nervous, and there’s a little of time constraint, but surprisingly I’m not that busy, and my homework was finished...” Marinette trailed off, it suddenly clicking to her why her schedule freed up. 

She looked behind her, where her classmates’ 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. 

The moment her life started becoming about her, it was as if everything brightened. 

“That’s why.” She murmured, Plagg stopping as he looked up, confused. Then he saw what she was looking at. “I’m living for myself now.” She said, smiling brightly. 

“About time, kid!” Plagg grinned. “That’s the spirit! Now, can I get more of this delicious macarons?” (Way to ruin the moment, Plagg)

Marinette rolled her eyes, giggling. “I could go and bake another batch. You finished the last batch already, Plagg. What am I supposed to do with you?” She placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth as she dramatised her actions. “What shall I do with you?” 

“Angel?” A soft knock on her skylight-trapdoor thing informed her of Robin’s presence. “Who are you talking to?” 

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. 

“Robin?” Marinette looked out, seeing the bird-named vigilante squatting next to the skylight. “You’re early.” 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. 

Robin shrugged. “Bumblebee took over patrol.” He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like camembert.” 

The bluenette hesitated in answer. “Yeah.” She answered truthfully. “I was baking camembert macarons.” 

Robin looked at her weirdly. “Camembert macarons are a thing?” 

“Apparently, some people like it.” Marinette shrugged, chuckling as the chaos god in her hoodie scoffed, offended. 

Silence fell on the balcony as stars took their place in the skies, clouds clearing up to show the beautiful view. 

“Can I ask you a question, Robin?” Marinette asked softly, the breeze brushing against her dark blue locks. “You don’t have to answer, but... If you do, I want you to be honest with me.” 

Robin raised his eyebrows, but gestured for her to go on. 

“I... I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but...” Marinette hesitated. The question was just on the tip of her tongue: Do I know you as a civilian? “Do you want hot chocolate?” She said at the last second. Are you Damian Fu? “I’ve got some downstairs.” 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 ‘Damian Fu’. Who are you actually? 

Robin squinted at her. “Are you okay, angel? And yes, please. I’d like some hot chocolate.” Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. By the time he’d digested what he was doing, it’s already been done. Marinette stared at him, stunned as he fumbled for words. “Sorry- I just- Um- I- Sorry.” He sighed. “I don’t know what- What went over me. I shouldn’t have um- Sorry- I-” He groaned. Why did he have to suck with words?” 

She smiled softly. “It’s okay, Robin.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as he froze, staring blankly at her stunning, shy, bashful smile. “I’ll go get that hot chocolate.” 

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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-! 

“Bold moves, kid.” 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. “I approve.” He supposed Tikki’s kid would do for his precious kitten. 

“What was I thinking?” She mumbled incoherent words following her rhetorical question, a palmful of her dark hair in her hands as she groaned. 

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. 

Did he just fall in love? 

Oh yes. 

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/Part Ten/

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Hello! I’m 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 Chloe’s s/o? OC? Idk... :/ Anyways thanks for being so supportive, I love y’all <3 also Damian being a lovestruck little puppy just agrees with me a lot