Daminette December

2021:10-Frozen

Marinette couldn't believe her luck! Jagged Stone had spoke to the Waynes about where he had gotten his outfits and since they were such huge fans, they asked her to make their suits. She had moved to Gotham about three years ago. Marinette knew of the Waynes, but she had never spoken to them, to her knowledge. They had sent over their sizes for five suits. They hadn't asked for any complicated designs, just something simple or so she thought.

"Miss Marinette?" a voice spoke on the phone, "This is Bruce Wayne. I'm afraid there has been an incident with the suits. Can you please come to Wayne Enterprise so we can make adjustments. I will pay for anything that needs to be redone."

Marinette bit her lip as she travelled up the elevator. What could have gone wrong with the order? She knew she had worked precisely to the measurements for the five men. She had brought her measuring tape, needle and thread, a pencil, a white colored pencil, and her notebook, just in case. With a deep breath, she took a step off the elevator and into the door labeled Wayne. Marinette was shocked to see one man had ripped the sleeves off of the tux and dress shirt, another was complaining about the suit not being tight enough on his lower half, another had obviously spilled something all over the front, and the last one was brooding in a corner.

'What the fuck?'

Marinette couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her clothes were in tatters. They hadn't been torn on accident either; he had purposely done this to all her hard work. Mari marched up to Jason, gripped his arm and flipped him over on his back. The room went silent, freezing at the tiny powerhouse, who walked in unannounced.

"Why have you ruined all of my hard work?" she shouted.

The Waynes suddenly realized that this tiny girl was the one who made their new suits, Jagged Stone's designer.

"Stand at attention, now!" She continued to shout.

The four boys were quick to scramble into a line, in front of her. Marinette took out her notebook from out of her bag.

'Guess bringing this was the best option.'

"What's wrong with yours?" she questioned Dick.

"It didn't shape me well enough." he mumbled.

"You wanted it tighter?" Marinette asked, "It's not a leotard; it's a suit. It's not meant to hug you anywhere. It's tailored."

"But-" Dick attempted to argue.

"If you want attention, become a stripper!" she voiced, making the eldest Wayne blush.

Tim chuckled, "He already was."

Dick glared at his younger brother and pouted, losing his argument.

Marinette stopped in front of Jason and glared at him.

"Sorry." he mumbled, still embarrassed that she took him down, quickly.

"Take off the rest." Mairnette declared.

"What?" he questioned.

"Take off the shirts!" she demanded, pulling out her measurement tape.

Marinette wasn't fazed but his scars or his appearance, they noticed. She was quick to measure him. She made sure to have him flex his muscles as the tightness of the clothing had been the main issue. Once she was done, she made her way to Tim.

"I spilled?" Tim announced.

"I noticed." she sighed, "You'll obviously need darker colors if you can't keep form spilling on yourself."

"I was working." he pouted.

"Well, not well enough!" she declared, "You most likely spilled not only on my design, but also on your work and have now created more work for yourself and others. Was there any problems with the clothes?"

"No." Tim answered.

"Then, go take a nap." Marinette responded.

"I-" he began.

"Sleep or I will find someone in the building willing to dose your coffee with something to knock you out for a week." she growled.

"How long?" he gulped.

"Four hours." Mari answered.

"Yes, Ma'am." he shouted, running out of the office.

He knew anyone in his family would do it in a heartbeat.

Marinette turned her sight onto the youngest.

"I see no flaws. The colors compliment you." she declared, "What was the issue with yours?"

"No issue." Damian responded.

"Yet," she spoke, "you were sulking in the corner."

Dick quickly ran up behind Damian and placed his hands on his shoulder, keeping him in place.

"Damian isn't one for social gatherings." Dick explained.

Marinette looked around the room and said, "I can see why. You're all older then him and yet, he's the mature one."

Damian smirked and stood taller at her declaration.

Marinette moved past the Wayne kids and walked to Mr. Wayne's desk.

"Mr. Wayne, was your suit to your liking or was there any changes to be made to yours, as well?" Mari questioned.

"Mine was perfect." Bruce smiled, "Thank you and I apologize for making you come out all this way for my sons. I'll send money to your account so you can fix the damage they have done."

"This is tame compared to working with Jagged and I worked with him since I was thirteen. Jagged is very energetic and I have to work between him and Fang." Mari declared, leaving the boys speechless.

"But, isn't Fang a crocodile?" Asked the oldest.

"Yes and?" She questioned, "Fang is sweet like a puppy!"

'Like a crocodile is hard to take of.'

Marinette looked between Bruce and Damian. The resemblance was uncanny. They exhibited the same aura of calmness and yet, she knew it was the calm before the storm.

"I'll get the fabric now and with a bit of luck, I'll have everything done in two days. Make sure they don't damage them this time." Marinette announced.

"Of course." Mr. Wayne assured her.

As she turned to walk out of the office, Damian stepped forward.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng." the youngest Wayne called.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne?" she questioned, turning around.

"Are you coming to the gala?" Damian asked.

Mari smiled, "I will be in attendance."

"Perhaps, you will join me in keeping an eye on my siblings." Damian questioned.

Marinette laughed. The Waynes noticed that her eyes that were once a stormy grey changed to a bright blue.

"I'd like that." she answered and left the office.

Damian walked out of the room, head held high, leaving the other Waynes frozen stiff. Jason had gotten thrown around by someone half his size. Damian had decided it would be the perfect time to ask someone out, after she ripped into his family. Not only that, but she had gotten Tim to go to sleep.

"Bruce." spoke up Dick.

"Yeah?" he questioned, looking around the office.

"I don't know if I like her or if I'm scared of her." the eldest Wayne child declared.

"I think we have to be worried if Damian likes her." Jason announced, "We might get a scary new sister."