Wrong number

Chapter 30

"Phone charger" she whispered quietly, turning to see her grandmother now asleep turned to her side.

"There's macaroons in the side pocket" she mentioned as she watched the kwami's head disappear into the bag before the top of her head popped out with a wire larger than her, before disappearing once more to feast on her sweet treat.

Leaning back Marinette started out the window beside her blue sky, and the occasional streak of the fluffy white clouds they were flying through. Putting her phone on charge via power bank she let her eyes close.

A long nap and meal later it was the final stage of their flight, landing as the descent progressed she could feel her ears pop from the change of air pressure.

She felt strange not just from the change in time but tired though she had slept for quite a while yet did little to take away from her overall exhaustion.

Going through customs was a long process but once claiming their luggage Marinette followed Gina as she pushed a cart holding their suitcases, grateful her clumsiness had yet to step in and have something go wrong.

The followed the crowd of people leaving the airport into the encore of people waiting for friends, family upon arrival. Marinette watched as her grandmother stopped for a moment.

And scan the onslaught of people; eyes searching for something, as though looking for a needle in a haystack. Until she paused, eyes landing on an older man dressed in a black suit with a dark red vest.

She walked straight toward him with Marinette hot on her tail, pausing as they stood face to face, "my little fairy I want you to meet my old friend Alfred" she introduced, before turning to the older gentleman, "this is Marinetta my granddaughter".

He nodded, holding out a hand to her which she shook, "nice to meet you Ms Marinette, pleasure to see you again Ms Gina" he spoke a British accent held to his words.

"You as well," Marinette spoke, shaking his gloved hand as he led them to where he had a car waiting for them. As they walked she watched as he pulled out a pocket watch and held it out. "Right on time" he said, returning it to his pocket.

As they reached the car the bluenette felt surprised to see a shiny black limo, "right this way miss" Alfred spoke, holding open a door for her and her grandmother.

Also in Gotham

Damian had been in his room for what felt like hours, he was waiting for a text from Marinette announcing her arrival to the city, as he continued to wait he decided to take a trip down to the kitchen.

Alfred had gone out to collect old friends that were in the city and were supposedly staying at the manor which according to both his father and Alfred everyone was to be on their best behaviour though the question was how long would it last.

After taking a seat at the kitchen island with a glass of water placed in front of him beside his phone he waited, occasionally taking sips of water, waiting for the phone screen to light with a text or ring from the Parisian girl.

Yet the longer he waited the longer the silence held, had the flight been delayed? Or worse, cancelled? No she would have already told him then.

"What are you doing demon spawn?" Todd asked entering the kitchen, grabbing a packet of pop tarts from a raised cupboard.

"Nothing of concern" he responded, eyes glancing back at his phone screen before turning back to his brother.

"Waiting for a text aren't you" Damian felt surprised had he been that obvious.

"We've all been there, let me guess Jon's taking forever to get back to you" he spoke

Damian felt himself relaxed, of course everyone would assume it's Jon better than the truth and all the questions that would follow.

"Yes, Kent though holding superspeed certainly knows how to take his time" he spoke glumly.

Jason went to open his mouth, but was interrupted by the entrance of their father.

"Good you're both here, Alfred's back and he wants you to meet his friend and her granddaughter she's your age, be nice" he spoke, turning to the hallway leading to the manor's entrance. 

Happy holidays everyone!!! 🥳