Chapter 30 No one tells Marinette no

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Third pov

When Bruce came home he discovered that for once, he was the first one home.

"Hello Alfred. How has your day been?" He sips the coffee that the butler had prepared for him.

"It has been well. I let miss Marinette have free range over the sewing room, I hope you don't mind."

It's not really a question but Bruce nods anyways. "How has she been holding up?"

"I've been just fine. Now, I need you to put this one so i can see if it fits as it should." Marinette replied from behind him.

Bruce damn near jumped. He had not heard the teen enter.

He turned to where she stood, smiling happily and holding out his suit jacket for him to put on.

Alfred went about his buisness with the closest thing of a smirk on his face.

He smiled back and put it on. Thankfully he'd only had a dress shirt on.

It fit well. Although he could swear this one had been practically torn to pieces at the last gala.

"I just need a few more adjustments." She mumbled and grabbed it off him. She gave him another smile. "I'll tell you when it's done."

And just like that she was gone. A feat he only thought Alfred possessed.

He looked around cautiously.

He had to admit. She impressed him.

"I wonder when I'll get grandkids..." He mumbled.

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Jason was the second to appear at the manor.

And he was immidietly ambushed by a teen that very obviously had had more coffee than she should.

"I'll fix that for you, if you want." She pointed at a rip in his jacket. (From nightly activities. Not that she needs to know that.)

"Uhh, sure... You need me to take it off or...?"

"Off please."

Jason was seriously wondering how much caffeine the kid ingested because as soon as she had his jacket in her hands she was gone.

Just gone. Not a trace.

With a cautious eye he went to the kitchen.

Maybe he could get a cup of coffee before someone else pops up to scare him back to death.

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Dick was number three home.

He managed to have some cereal. (Without Alfred knowing. Though who is he kidding? Alfred knows everything.) He got to talk with Alfred and Jason and take a breather.

When he turned to leave the kitchen he was met by Marinette staring at his suit with a disturbed look.

To be fair, considering her obviously being interested in fashion, after his day it's in a less than great condition.

"I can not, in good conscience, allow you to walk around like that." She stared pointedly at the coffee stains, ink stains (he doesn't know how those got there), and missing buttons (don't ask, he doesn't know either).

She shook her head. "Go change and give me your suit."

Dick opened his mouth to protest. There's no way his suit can be saved, he accepted that during lunch when he managed to spill his coffee on himself.

A pointed look from Marinette had him closing it again.

He went up. Changed into comfortable clothes and went back to find Marinette happily talking cooking with Jason.

Once she saw him she grabbed his suit and just dissapeared.

Dick gaped and looked around. How did she-?

"I know Dickie-bird, I know." Jason shrugged.

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Damian came home to find his family missing one or more pieces of clothing, all of them (except Alfred) looking like they're trying to prepare for someone popping up to scare them.

Jason shook his head slowly. "You certainly know how to pick 'em, baby-bat. You're girlfriend is like a ghost."

"I fail to see how that contributes to your missing clothing." Damian gave Titus a pat on the head.

"Marinette has been fixing all the clothes she can get her hands on." Dick explained when he saw his questioning look.

"Logical, she is a designer after all. Quite popular too." He hid his smirk in his glass of juice that he got from the fridge.

Jason narrowed his eyes. "A designer, huh? You happen to know something about what her name is?"

Dick took a little longer but after looking at his youngest brothers expression he realized there was something he knew. "Dames, have you been keeping a secret?"

"Only that she's MDC."

"WHAT?!"

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