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Wtf does Wayne enterprise do? What does that fucking company do? I just realized I don't fucking know. What is their purpose. What do they do? Do they buy or sell something? Like. How the hell is Bruce rich. What is Tim allegedly the CEO of.
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Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows
Marinette looked around her pent house in Paris. She had everything she wanted as a teenager. Well, almost everything. She was a well-known fashion designer, to the people that were aware of her. She kept her business a secret and used an alias. Her clients all came from judgement on her other clients. Others designers knew her as 'Passion' after her store's brand. Very few knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, and Jagged Stone.
Marinette had enough money to pay her rent, her fabric, all of her equipment, anything a business woman could need. Marinette herself, not so much. She missed being able to walk out and go sit at a café for a bit. When she saw Wayne Enterprise opened a section in Paris, she came up with an idea.
'Wayne Enterprises is a place that usually pays big. Even a part time job should be fine. A little play money couldn't hurt. A few extra euros so I could eat out, get some comfy clothes so I'm not rushing between orders and messing up wouldn't hurt.'
Damian Wayne sat at his desk, looking through potential applicants. Many of them were attached to big names or had one of their own. As he rang background checks, he could see they were all connected to each other in one way or another. He smirked at his idea.
'Let's put on a show. I want to see what kind of people these applicants are around each other. Would they out themselves?'
Mari was escorted to a waiting room as Damian Wayne got through other interviews. When the door opened, the last thing she expected was to see some familiar faces: Chloe, Adrien, and Lila.
"I don't know why you're even here, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe snarled, after the door was closed, "This is a big company that would love to work with our families. You have nothing going for you."
Marinette sat down and smiled, "Is that right? I guess I must have sent the wrong order to your mother and that's why she wore my design down the red carpet at the MET Gala."
Chloe tensed up and refused to meet her gaze. She could tell Adrien and Lila were surprised as well.
Chloe cleared her throat, "You're lying."
"Call your mother and ask." Marinette shrugged, "Oh, that's right! She doesn't like you; she prefers your half sister, who can actually work and living on her own, instead of leeching off of her Daddy."
"This isn't you, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe declared.
"No. This is me." Marinette shrugged off the concerned looks, "I'm just not being forced to coddle you to make Caline Bustier's life easier. 'Oh, just show Chloe some love, so she'll know what it's like and she'll get better eventually. You'll see.' Even she knew you were a horrible person. She basically thought you were The Grinch. That with enough love, your heart would grow three sizes and you wouldn't be such a bitch anymore."
Everyone was speechless at Marinette's attitude. This wasn't the Marinette that they grew up with.
"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.
Chloe held her head high as she walked into the office.
"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.
"Sit!" he demanded.
Chloe was shocked by his attitude.
'Doesn't he know who I am?'
"Do you know who I am?" she shouted.
"A spoiled brat; Ive read the articles on the internet." Damian stated, "You are known for crying for your father when you don't get what you want. Even though you are the oldest, your half-sister is who your mother relies on to bring customers for Style Queen in New York."
"My father-" Chloe snarled.
"Isn't the mayor anymore. He hasn't been the mayor in three years." the Wayne heir spoke, "If you're thinking of blackmailing me, you chose the wrong person. Spread whatever lies you want or cry to your father, the hotel owner. I could make one post about how horrid his hotel is and he would go out of business. Could you live with that?"
Chloe stood there, speechless. The only person who talked to her like this was her mother.
"I'm in charge, here, and if it came down to it, your job would be scrubbing toilets all day." Damian declared.
Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.
'He's glaring at me, just like Mommy. He doesn't look happy. He looks at me like he wishes I was gone or someone else.'
"We're done here." Damian stated.
Chloe quickly rushed out of the office. The three saw her rushing away, crying.
'I knew she wouldn't last.'
"Marinette, I can't understand why you're like this." Lila spoke, as she took her seat.
'He made that Daddy's Girl cry. I better go at this carefully.'
"Oh, shove it, Lila." Marinette sighed, "All three of us, here, know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You don't have to fake it."
"I don't know-" Lila continued.
"Adrien already told me years ago that he made a deal with you. He made one with me, too. Did he ever tell you that?" Mari questioned.
Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.
"Oh, he didn't." she giggled, "You see, I was already designing for Jagged Stone when you arrived to our school. Adrien even had me autograph things I designed for him."
The model had turned towards Adrien and was now glaring at him.
"I could have made your whole 'tinnitus-kitten bullshit' story go up in flames since day one." Mari smiled, "I could have video called him and you would have been labeled as delusional."
"I took all our friends away!" Lila cried out, in victory.
"No." Mari answered, "You took away people, who were finally talking to me. Chleo ensured that for seven years, I had no friends. Those 'friends' just went back to not talking to me. You didn't actually do anything. If anything, you helped me. You took away the class president duties from me and I had more free time. You turned Alya and Nino away, so I couldn't babysit. I designed more clothes and got more clients. You didn't make my life worse, Lila, you made it better."
Lila fumed. Adrien had played peace maker between the both of them. From what Marinette was saying, she could have won the war in an instant! She thought she had chased Marinette Duapin-Cheng out of school all those years ago and here she was smiling, practially laughing at her, saying it wasn't true. She had thanked her and said she made her life better.
'I need this job so I can rub it in her face! I need to win against her!'
"I do hope you at least did some research into Damian Wayne." Marinette stated.
"I've known Damian Wayne since we were children!" Lila announced.
"Is that what it told you, you should say when you looked up how rich his family is?" Mari inquired.
Lila stood up, in rage.
'How dare she!'
"Lila Rossi." security called out.
Lila smirked, "I'm coming."
"She really should have done her research." Marinette spoke out loud.
"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.
"Lila likes to play off her tears and looks." Mari declared, "Damian Wayne hates going to galas because of girls that try to attach themselves to him."
"And?" Adrien questioned.
"He broke an Italian model's arm two months ago, for lying to him." the designer stated.
Adrien paled at her words. Marinette merely smiled and pulled out her phone and dialed emergency services.
"Hello, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.
"I think we need an ambulance at Wayne Enterprise." Marinette stated, "I think someone's arm is broken."
"Are you with this person?" the voice questioned.
"No." the designer answered.
"I have sent medical to your location." the voice declared, before hanging up.
"That was pretty extreme, Marinette. I have faith in Lila!" Adrien shouted, "I don't think he would do that! The Waynes have an imagine to uphold!"
"Maybe, you should have done your research." Mari shrugged, "You still have time. Maybe five minutes."
Wayne Enterprises planning for their Super Bowl ad
Some intern: We could get Mr. Wayne to dress up like Batman!
No I'm not crying. You are.
After reading and rereading misunderstanding chapter 3 by @xaphrin
Sorry for scribbling...enjoy!!!
Bruce vowing himself to Wayne Enterprise's employees 👍🏼
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Red Dior 999 lipstick stained her lips and left an imprint on her white wine glass. Chanel No. 9 and her gentle laugh hung in the air even when she left the room. The black YSL dress hung on her figure perfectly with Louboutin heels that echoed on the tile floor, letting all know when she was approaching. To everyone at the gala, she appeared straight out of the magazine, perfect down to the last touch.
To Damian, standing across the room, she had always been perfect. Her jeweled manicure hands gentle as she stitched him up after patrol. The signature Dior color often dotted on the pens she would chew on while working on financial reports. Her voice tone stern when she was nailing a deal and sweet when comforting him after a bad night.
A woman who came into wealth in her own right. Quickly ascending the corporate ladder with her skills and brains, catching the attention of Damian. She earned her place as the youngest CFO Wayne Enterprise ever had. Despite what rumors would circle, her being his girlfriend had nothing to do with it. Her ability to take down the competition and seamlessly merge other companies into it theirs always amazed him.
Even now as Damian played nice with the socialites of Gotham, she was talking to Tim about a financial report dealing with a new acquisition they just had. Her eyes sparkling as she glanced towards him, a small smile making it’s way onto her face. Damian loved the confidence she had in their relationship. Even now laughing as he tried to break away from the girls attempting to flirt with him, knowing that he had eyes only for her.
Now she was dressing to impress, but to Damian she looks beautiful in everything. Often lounging in legging or sweat pants at home. Their favorite way to relax was siting on the couch while working on work. For Damian, his case files and for her, Wayne Enterprise reports. Damian valued her knowledge so much that he often would turn case files over to her when stuck. Her ability to find the money trail always amazed him.
They were each others perfect half in every way. Far from the girls who wanted Damian for his wealth and Wayne name. Him not wanting her to be a trophy wife and give up her job so the man would have the highest position. Him instead often leading the introduction with her title at Wayne Enterprise, bragging about how great she was. In the boardroom, the two made a deadly pair. When one wanted to argue with them on a something, they better come prepared. Between them and Tim also as head, Bruce had stepped away from his duties. He saw as successful the business become under the threes leadership.
Soon, she made her way towards him to save Damian from the woman swooning over him. Her gold bracelets (once belonging to Martha Wayne, given to her as a gift from Bruce), came down to his shoulders. Quickly she excused him from the group, saying her boyfriend promised her a dance. That of course got her dirty looks as the two made the way out to the dance floor. Dancing in perfect harmony together, they planned their way to leave early.
Damian was going out for patrol that night and she promised to work comns. That also provided her the chance to work on some money trails from a mob that was being impossible to track. She thought she was almost there and planned to figure it out tonight. Both left after the song, after all he promised her a dance at every gala. He was a man of honor, so that promise would be kept.
Bruce: I regret hiring you
Tim: Then get rid of me, pussy
What kind of job does Jay have?
He’s division head for the Wayne Foundation, meaning he’s pretty high up and comes and goes as he pleases, but he still answers to CEO Tim.
