She's Sunshine, She's Grace, She'll Punch You in the Face

Chapter 100: His Favorite Painting

"Welcome home, Dami." Marinette cheerfully greeted as he stepped out of his car. "How was school today?"

"Oh, it was great, Bug." Plagg zoomed in front of her face before Damian could answer.

"Was it?" The bluenette questioned as she looked over to her boyfriends annoyed face.

"No, it wasn't." Damian answered.

"What happened?"

"The kid made a girl cry." Plagg snickered.

"You did?" Marinette looked at him with surprise.

"It was her own fault for not taking the hint." The young billionaire shook his head in annoyance.

"What happened?"

"She gave him a love letter that he didn't even read and just threw it away."

"Yeah." Damian sighed. "And she fished it out of the trash to just go ahead and read it straight to me in front of everyone in the lunch room."

"She was all like 'Damian Wayne. I know you fell for the foreign girl but my family is prestigious. Blah blah blah. I know your father would approve of my love for you. Blah blah blah.'" The kwami began to laugh again. "That lunch room was so quiet after that. I think everyone heard him tell her that she would never have a chance. She just started sobbing right in front of him."

"Wow." Marinette looked over to see her soulmates still annoyed face. "She must have been really determined to tell you how she feels."

"She tried to guilt trip me is what she did. I don't know what gave her the idea that that would work on me."

"Is her prestigious family going to be mad?"

"Prestigious?" Damian scoffed. "Her family is just better off than the majority of Gotham. She's full of herself."

"So, she was just pulling out every card in the book, huh?" Marinette giggled. "Even with that cold exterior the ladies still want you."

"It's unfortunate for them that the only lady I want is you." Damian smiled before leaning down to kiss her.

"Gross." Plagg said. "That's my signal to leave. I'm going to go find some cheese."

"I finished my dress today." Marinette smiled up at Damian. "And I have gift surprises for everyone after dinner today. I feel like I should warn you that I won't be giving you your gift yet. Yours takes a little bit of timing."

"I can wait." Damian said as they both started to walk back inside from the garage. "So where is everyone?"

"Playing video games in the living room. You want to go find them?"

"No, actually." Damian turned to start walking up the stairs.

"Where are we going then?"

"You know how while you've been working on your dress, I told you I was working on something as well." Damian looked over to see her nod. "I figured that I should just show it to you. I did finish after all."

"Okay." Marinette gave him a bright smile. "I'm excited to see what it is."

"I'll admit that I'm a bit nervous to show you." Damian stopped in front of his art room and quickly dug his key out of his pocket to slide into the lock.

"You shouldn't be." She watched him unlock the door. "Although I did have the feeling that this was going to be art related."

Damian just gave her a soft smile before opening up the door for her. The bluenette timidly stepped inside to see the room looking almost exactly the same as it did the first time she was here. The only major difference was that the easel in the center of the room was covered with a white sheet.

"I'm guessing that's it?" She turned to look at Damian as he shut the door behind them.

"It is." He looked at her nervously. "Go take a look."

"Alright." She turned back around and slowly started to walk towards the easel.

Damian followed a few feet behind her. He had never in his life been so nervous to have someone else view his painting.

Marinette gently took the very corner of the sheet and slowly pulled it off to reveal the canvas. The moment she understood what she was looking at, she couldn't help but to just drop the sheet she was holding entirely.

It was like looking through Damian's eyes again. A perfect window into the past that he once witnessed. She remembered that night perfectly but this was something she never got to see. It was Damian's point of view as she slept soundly on his chest. Marinette had never seen herself this way but she had to admit that she did look peaceful and happy. She almost forgot how detailed Damian's paintings were because the hand that gently ran through her sleeping self's hair looked exactly as his did, callouses and all. He even got every single freckle on her face right. If she didn't know any better, she would have though that this was a picture that Damian had just taken of that night.

"Oh my gosh, Damian." Marinette took a step closer to get a better look at all the detail. "I'm... speechless."

"You like it?" He watched as her eyes wondered the canvas.

"I love it." She looked back at him with tears in her eyes. "This is so beautiful and nice. It's like our own little moment captured in time."

"I'm glad you think so." He let out a breath he was holding. "This has quickly become my most favorite painting."

Marinette looked back at the painting for a moment before looking around the room at the walls all covered by his previous paintings. "Where are you even going to hang this up?"

"My room." Damian stepped up to grab ahold of his girlfriends' hand. "I hate that you have to go back to Paris soon but I figured that if I had something to look at that reminded me of you, being away from you wouldn't be as bad."

"That's so sweet, Damian." She smiled up at him before burying her face in his chest to give him a hug. "I love it... and I love you."

Damian gladly returned the hug and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. "I love you too, Marinette. Don't ever forget that."

The bluenette looked back up at him with nothing but love in her eyes. "I won't." She whispered.