Daminette One Shots

Halloween Treats

"What are you looking at?" Damian questioned, seeing a neon orange paper in Marinette's hand.

"There's gonna be a Halloween party here on campus!" she exclaimed, "It would be fun to go. I could make my own costume!"

"You're not going by yourself." he stated.

"Why not?" she questioned.

Damian frowned. He wasn't completely surprised by her lack of knowledge about her popularity. Her friends from Paris said it was the same way in junior high for them. She was desired and envied, but was too sweet to acknowledge it.

"Halloween in Gotham is dangerous compared to Paris." Damian began, "It's not uncommon for people to wake up in the hospital due to drugs slipped into their drinks or passed out on the streets. At the same time, the prisons and Arkham are on high alert for any break outs."

"Okay. So I would just have to keep an eye on my drink, like when I go to the bar." Marinette shrugged.

'Is she serious?'

"Take someone with you!" he demanded.

"If your so concerned, why don't you go with me?" she questioned, getting up from the bench, "I'll talk with you later, Dami; I have class in a bit."

'There is no way she is going alone!'

"Remind me why I agreed to do this." Damian sighed, as he let Marinette finish her measurements.

Marinette smiled and threw the Spider-Man mask at him, "No one will know it's you and they won't harass you. You'll be like everyone else, at the party; a college student relaxing with a drink."

"They will recognize you and you are associated with me." he stated.

"Nope." Mari smiled, "I will have a white wig on. You won't be able to see my hair color."

"Fine." he grumbled.

He still had a week to suffer through before the dreaded party. He knew Marinette would be busy with the costumes and he wasn't sure he could talk her out of it.

The youngest Wayne looked in his mirror and sure enough, he was covered head to toe. He was sporting a red and black costume, marked by a spider. No one could see his hair color, his eye color, or the color of his sin. He would be unrecognizable as a Wayne. It wasn't that different from being Robin. He could do this; the fact was that he didn't want to.

Damian sighed and walked out of his room, shouting across the hall, "I can't believe you talked me into this."

'Why did I agree to this stupid ritual again?'

He turned his head at the sound of her door, unlocking, and the knob turning. He hadn't expected Marinette to come out in a black leather suit with partial of her chest, exposed. She had a black mask that outlined her bright bluebell eyes and left her identity exposed; it wouldn't have counted as a mask in the field. Her hair had indeed been hidden by a white wig. You couldn't see a stand of blue. It was pulled into a high ponytail and pinned down by a set of cat ears. Suddenly, everything sunk in.

"You're not wearing that!" he declared.

"It's my costume." Marinette responded, folding her arms.

"It's revealing." Dami stated.

Marinette rolled her eyes, "No one will even look."

'The hell they won't!'

"We're not going." Damian spoke, turning back to his room.