Since Wayne Were You His Daughter

Biology Is A Wonderful Thing, Wayne Part 3

Alright...
Yeah, I got nothing to say...
Anyways...
Word Count: 5700(ish)
Setting: Gotham, New Jersey and Paris, France
Genre: family and slight romance

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When Damian had first found out that Marinette had yet to tell him that they were siblings, it hurt. Yes, Damian did see why she might not have told him, but that didn't stop him from feeling slightly betrayed.
Especially when Damian considered the fact that he had to find out about it at the same time as the imbeciles he was forced to call brothers.
So yes, Damian felt only slightly betrayed.
Not as much as the whole Heretic ordeal.
But still slightly betrayed.
It was what caused his very sour mood that made all the nuisances at school part like the red sea the moment he exited the limo, to which he said quiet farewells to Pennyworth.
Damian then immediately had his trademark scowl swiftly crawl across his face before he walked briskly through the doors and into the crowded hallways toward his locker and gathered all the materials he would need for all of his classes.
Getting to class though was easier said than done when at least thirty students were murmereing not so quietly around a few students that Damian couldn't get a look at.
So, Damian then tried to subtly listen in to what the other students were saying.
"You don't think she'll-"
"The liar deserves it."
"Ten bucks says that liar liar pants on fire punches first."
"What?! No way! She and Nette look far more closer to crying-"
"Yeah, Cesaire looks pissed-"
Damian blinked slowly once, twice, and then pushed his way through the crowd.
The meaning of what they were saying flew right over Damian's head and all he wanted to do was get to class.
He couldn't help the wrinkle of his nose and the curl of his lip when all the students kept accidentally prodding him while they tried and failed to whisper.
He also couldn't help the way his heart felt like it dropped to the floor when he saw what exactly the students were talking about.
Nor could he help the way his face paled slightly when he finally realized the meaning to what exactly the other students were saying.
Damian of course knew exactly what he was doing.
He was not reacting to his emotions.
Don't get confused.
So, Damian subtly herded the students to go back to class while he confronted the students from France.
Eventually, it was just the French students and him in the hallways and he still couldn't help himself from white-knuckling his notebook.
Most of the class seemed to be curled around Rossi in a protective bubble while they glared at the other students from their class.
Cesaire's lip was curled distaste and she too seemed to be white-knuckling her books. But it seemed that she was going against Rossi, not with her.
Damian also noticed that Lahiffe was standing right beside her with an arm around her shoulder looking at Rossi with just as much hatred.
Kubdel and Kante stood slightly behind them looking just as, if not more intimidating, which Damian could see coming from Kubdel. Kante was more likely to have stood by in Damian's opinion so this reaction surprised him, especially seeing as how Damian had seen his hand twitch towards his pocket whenever someone tried to speak to him, which just so happened to be where his phone was. It was a bad habit he had noticed that Drake had when he didn't want to socialize and would rather be on his phone.
In the center of them all though, Damian had noticed a head of blonde hair, to which his mind immediately went to 'Agreste'. Though the scowl on the blonde's face was abnormal.
It took some time, but Damian finally saw midnight locks that shone blue, and despite his previous anger, his heart melted slightly as he looked at her.
The only problem was that Marinette seemed to be wrapped inside Agreste's...protective embrace.
Well, that and she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to curl into herself.
Damian's scowl deeped at he looked at the crocodile tears that Rossi seemed to be shedding before he walked over and stood between the groups.
"Would someone mind explaining to me what the heck is going on?" Damian demanded, glaring at Rossi with a burning hatred. Nobody who was anybody was going to be allowed to treat his sister that way, and even if they were somebody, he wouldn't allow them to even look at her the wrong way. Yes, her silence had hurt him, but he did understand why she had kept silent and he couldn't help but feel slightly thankful that she seemed to care so much.
"Marinette threatened Lila in the bathroom. We're just making sure she pays for it. The other's are apparently protecting a bully." a boy said with a snarl. A streak of blonde hair that was a stark contrast to the dark black of the rest of his hair was curled up. Le chien.
Damian thought for a second before he turned on his heel towards Agreste with a fury. The fear that glimmered in his forest green eyes and his slight tremble was enough to make his hold on his sister slack a bit, so Damian scooped the tiny girl up into his arms and held her close.
"I don't know what you're going on about or what you think you're going on about, but nobody, I mean nobody is allowed to talk that way to or about my little sister."
Marinette stiffened slightly in his arms but he just held her tighter and pressed a small kiss to her temple. Marinette just snuggled closer to him in response and Damian couldn't help but mentally preen at himself for calming her down, even if only a little.
Agreste and Lahiffe sucked in a sharp breath while Kubdel, Cesaire, and Kante looked smug. The rest of the class paled ghost white, though Rossi seemed to smirk some despite the pale, almost green tint to her skin.
"I-I, but you-" was said in a small, high-pitched voice. Laviant.
"That's a lie," Raincomprix hissed, "Marinette doesn't have any siblings."
"And if she did, she would have told us." Couffaine mumbled quietly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! You know how two-faced Marinette is," Rossi said with a fake sob, making Damian freeze when he heard the comparison to the rouge but the girl continued on as she glanced at him, "I'm so sorry, but your sister has been bullying me-"
"Silence, you harlot!" Damian ground out through his teeth, making everyone, including the teachers that had only just come out to see what the commotion was about, stand rim-rod straight.
It was one thing to compare his sweet sister with Harvey Dent of people.
It was a whole new thing to call her a bully right to his face when Rossi was quite obviously lying.
Combine both of them...
And Damian was not happy.
The only thing that stopped him from the sudden urge to kill the liar were the whimpers coming from his sister.
Damian growled at them one last time before he led Marinette towards a quiet spot in the library.
"What-What about class?" Marinette asked, curling into him as soon as he had led them onto a lone bean-bag.
Normally, Damian would glare and threaten anyone who tried to form any sort of physical contact with him, but this was different.
Maybe some of it could be attributed to his time with his family and away from the league, or something else entirely.
Damian couldn't explain why or even how the girl had somehow wormed her way into becoming an irreplaceable part of his life, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
Damian pulled her into a tight hug and slowly rubbed her back in what he hoped were calming circles the way Grayson had comforted or talked him down from something when he was particularly upset about something.
"They can wait. You're already top of the class. Everyone needs a mental health break every now and then." Damian said in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
Marinette nodded jerkily into his shoulder and Damian will forever deny the way his heart broke every time Marinette tried to suppress one of her sobs.
Eventually, her sobs slowed down to whimpers and the whimpers turned into sniffles.
"I'm sorry." Marinette mumbled almost too quietly for him to hear. Her voice was raw while her eyes were red and puffy and Damian couldn't help but feel like he could have done more to help.
Damian hummed lowly, an indication for her to continue.
"I'm s-sorry I never told you about being your sister."
The statement itself was easy to understand; it was the meaning behind it that made Damian pause.
And Damian knew Marinette well enough that when she apologized, it wasn't just an 'I'm sorry' and be done with it.
It was a whole lecture or speech able to make him feel like it was Pennyworth who was giving it.
So, Damian frowned slightly.
"You were doing what you thought was right. Besides, I was able to put some thought into why you wouldn't have told me." Damian said gruffly, adding in an awkward shrug at the end.
Marinette nodded slightly and embraced him in yet another hug.
Moments later, they had pulled away, a bright grin on Marinette's face while Damian himself had a rare, barely noticeable smile grace his face.
"We should get to class before Lila causes too much more trouble." Marinette said with a sharp edge to her tone.
Damian nodded and they both wordlessly grabbed their things that had been mindlessly discarded on a nearby table.
The both of them eventually got into class and the day started on just as it normally would have, excluding the fact that by the time they actually got there, Bustier and his teacher had been in a heated argument.
By the time his teacher came in with an exhausted sigh and no Bustier in sight, they would have been halfway done with their second class with only another thirty minutes until lunch.
So, the rest of the class was spent trying to settle the other students down and taking a few rushed notes before the students fled the classroom for the cafeteria, likely to gossip about what had happened in the hallway earlier, to which Damian was suddenly very grateful that he had led all the students away.
By the time both he and Marinette were halfway done eating with an over optimistic Kent, Damian couldn't help but feel as if he was forgetting something important.
And then the alarms went off.
"Ah! No need to panic everyone, I'm just here to see my dear boy, Damian Wayne. I'm sure daddy dearest would pay up a boat load to keep you safe, right Dami?"
Damian couldn't help but flinch at the nickname. It was just another reason why he resented his mother for giving him a name that people could easily call him 'my blood' without even realising it.
He also couldn't help the way all of the French students resembled trapped mice.
Wide eyed and stock still as their gaze switched from between him and his sister.
Yes, Damian really can't help but hate the Joker sometimes.