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Marinette entered the apartment and shouted, “Dick, I’m home!”
There was a crash, followed by a curse. Marinette shook her head and walked down the hall. There was her boyfriend, standing in the gym training. Which would be fine except for one thing.
“Why the hell are you wearing heels again?”
“Because Harley dared me to do her routine, but I wanna one-up her, so I got heels to show her that girls are the only ones with balance.
“We’ve talked about this, remember what happened last time?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dick says, pouting.
“You broke your ankle because you tried to do a trick,” Marinette said, raising an eyebrow.
“We promised we wouldn’t talk about it,” Dick wines, hugging her.
“Whatever, just try not to get hurt, I’m going to start making dinner,” Marinette calls over her shoulder, leaving her boyfriend to do what he was previously trying to achieve.
She hadn’t even reached the kitchen when she heard a string of curses. “You okay down there?” Marinette called down the hall.
“Oh my god! not again!” Dick screamed back.