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“So Marinette, you remember the guy I was with last night,” Damian asks her after they stopped at the bakery for some after school snacks. They were sitting in the park, she had already finished so she was sketching and Damian was enjoying the peace that Marinette brought him just by being close together.
“Of course, he yelled at you not to get distracted,” Marinette recalls her eyes not leaving the page.
“Well he insists that I bring you to dinner at our apartment,” Damian says, catching her attention. She looks up, her eyes were wide and her face flushed. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to or you’re not comfortable, god, I shouldn’t have listened to Dick. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, but I promised.” He says, looking back at her for the first time since he started to explain himself. Her nose was scrunched up adorable, her smile wide, though she tried to hide it behind her petite hand. “Don't make fun of me,” Damian pouts. “Dick does it enough for both of you.”
“Would it make your life easier if I were to be there?” Marinette asks, pitying the emotionally constipated boy.
“No, honestly, Dick would never let me hear the end of it,” Damian sighs.
Marinette stands up, prompting Damian to stand as well, she says, “I guess I’ll see you tonight then, text me the address.”
“Why must you torture me?” Damian asks, looking down at the small bluenette.
She reaches up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on his, now tomato red bright, cheek, She smirks, turning away from him while saying, “I did say this was hell.” Damian is left standing there in shock because damn he’s whipped. He doesn’t know how long he stood there or even how he appeared outside of his apartment.
He enters his apartment, Dick sitting in the kitchen, attempting to look busy. “I know you’re waiting for me,” Damian sighs, hanging his bag on the hook.
“Good no use in faking anything, so did you ask her to come over?” Dick says, putting down whatever he had been doing.
“I asked her, and she said that she would come over for dinner,” Damian sighs, walking passed his brother to head to his room.
“Good thing I already placed an order for food,” Dick calls at his back. Damian rolls his eyes and sends his address to Marinette, which he thought about conveniently forgetting to do for a bit, but eventually decided against it because he didn’t want to miss a chance to see her again.
He didn’t realize how fast time went by because before he knew it, there was a knock at his bedroom door. “Go away, Dick,” Damian shouts over his shoulder, still trying to focus on his reading for tomorrow, but he was stuck reading the same paragraph for what felt like the thousandth time, he runs a hand through his hair. He heard his door open anyways, he slams his book shuts while exclaiming, “I thought I told you to leave me alone.”
“Well,” a familiarly warm voice says. “I’m not Dick, so I thought I was fine.” He whips his head up, there, in his room, stood a smirking Marinette.
“Marinette? Is it dinner time already?” Damian asks, pushing back away from his desk, homework, and one of his frustrations.
“Yeah, your brother asked me to come to get you,” Marinette says, rubbing the back of her neck. She doesn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you,” Damian apologizes.
“Oh no, don’t worry about that,” Marinette brushes off, once again, avoiding his gaze.
“Then why,” he says, lifting her chin with a tender touch, “won’t you look at me?”
Her face flushes before she hides it in her hands. “Um your hair,” she mutters, her voice muffled by her hand and was barely audible. Consciously, he lifts his hand to his head and pats his hair.
“What the matter with it?”
“Ummm… I’ve never seen your hair not styled.”
“And you like my hair like this?” Damian asks, raising an eyebrow.
Before she can answer, Dick walks in. “How long does it take to get a Demon?” Dick asks, looking at the teens.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Dick!” Marinette says, rushing away from her embarrassment. Dick raises an eyebrow like he was asking a question, Damian just shrugs. The dinner, once it started, was not the worst. Dick was doing his best to try and embarrass Damian.
He was angry at first until she laughed filled the apartment. Maybe his embarrassment was worth it to hear the beautiful sound that was her laughter.
The dishes had been cleared and they were just sipping on the drinks when Dick crossed the line. “Dang, I wish we had his baby pictures. He was so grumpy when Bruce got him! Could you imagine this grumpy demon as a baby?” Marinette giggles before turning to look at him.
“Are you ok, Damian? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable,” Marinette says, putting her hand on his.
“No, I’m fine, just waiting for the sweet relief of death,” Damina says, earning him a giggle that made all the embarrassment worth it.