Fake Dating the Demon Spawn (Daminette)

Ch 1 - Red Light

But Damian didn't care if he never found true love. Romance was unrealistic and annoying. Dating was unnecessary. All that mattered to Damian was that he could continue to fight crime during the night, create paintings as an artist during the day, and make his father proud—

Crash.

Damian's train of thought was interrupted when he was forced to slam the brakes of his electric car. The tires squealed as he skidded for a few feet on the ice-slicked pavement. He was lucky that the impact hadn't been hard enough to make the car's interior airbags go off.

After exhaling a long breath of air, Damian unbuckled his seat belt and threw open the white car door. A large dent was now visible in the side of his car. Snowflakes clung to Damian's black wool coat as he stomped towards the vehicle that had just hit him: a red Bugatti Chiron Sport car.

An attractive young woman with a dark twin ponytail hairstyle stepped out of the red car.

"What is wrong with you?" Damian shot his most deadly glare at her. "The traffic light was clearly red! Are you color blind? How did you fail to see the red light?"

"What are you talking about?" The Asian and Caucasian mixed young woman spoke with a slight French accent. "The light turned green!"

"While I was still in the middle of the intersection!" Damian's spat back.

"How was I supposed to see you?" The woman released a storm of frustration by swinging her hands in the air above her head. "Your car blended in with the snow! What kind of idiot drives a white car during the winter while it is snowing?"

"Did you just call me an idiot?" Damian stared at the woman in shock.

No one had ever dared to call him that before. No one had ever been stupid enough to call him that. What was wrong with this young woman?

"Yes, I called you an idiot." The young woman crossed her arms. "Is there another word that I should use to describe an idiot?"

Damian gritted his teeth and stomped back towards his car.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" The woman shouted. "Thanks to you, there's a huge dent in the front of my car!"

"Tt, likewise." Damian gestured towards the dent in the side of his own car. "But I care more about getting away from an obnoxious person like you than I care about the reparations for the damages."

"WHAT?! How dare you!"

Damian entered his car and slammed the door shut. He sped down the icy snow-dusted street before the woman had a chance to approach his car. It was only after he had driven down a block that he remembered to fasten his seatbelt.

"What an infuriating woman," he mumbled to himself.

And Damian continued to think about how infuriating she was until he arrived at the high-class restaurant, parked in the VIP parking lot, entered the building, and was escorted by the staff into the reserved private dining room.

Bruce Wayne was waiting for him there, seated at the table.

"I apologize for not arriving sooner, father." Damian bowed his head slightly. "I encountered an unpleasant... situation on my drive here."

"Damian, come take a seat." Bruce Wayne gestured for his son to sit in the chair beside him. "There's no need to apologize. Considering your typical punctual nature, I figured that there was a good reason for your delay. But don't worry. Jagged's niece hasn't arrived yet, and Jagged is waiting for her downstairs in the lobby."

"I see." Damian nodded his head as he took off his wool coat and sat down.

"Do you want to elaborate on the unpleasant situation you encountered?" Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is it something that we'll need to look into tonight during... you know."

Damian's father was referring to tonight's patrol. This was his covert way of asking if the situation had involved one of Gotham's notorious criminals.

"It was nothing of that sort." Damian shook his head. "Simply a case of reckless driving which resulted in a major dent in the side of my Porsche car."

"I see... well that's unfortunate nonetheless." Bruce picked up his glass of water off the table and took a sip. "Will the Wayne Legal Team need to be involved?"

"Tt, it's not worth the trouble," said Damian. "I didn't even bother writing down her license plate number or asking for her contact information. What an annoying woman..."

"Damian, you say that everyone is annoying." Bruce silently laughed.

"But she was especially annoying!" Damian slammed his hand on the table, causing the glasses and silverware to shake. "I've never met such an unpleasant person! I can only hope that I am never so unlucky as to see her again—"

Damian was interrupted as the door to the private dining room swung open.

"Bruice! How've you been?" Jagged Stone called out as he entered the room.

"I've been well, Jagged." Bruce's usual expressionless face twitched with the slightest smile.

"Is this your youngest?" Jagged held out his hand for Damian to shake.

Damian shook it. "Yes, I am Damian Wayne."

"Wow!" Jagged whistled. "Looks like the broody dark apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Freaky! He's like a little Brucie clone. Nettie! Come meet Brucie Junior."

Damian turned his attention towards the young woman who was still standing in the doorway.

His body froze.

She stared at him with a look of pure disgust.

"IT'S YOU!" Damian and Jagged Stone's honorary niece shouted at the exact same moment.

"Uhhh... yes?" Jagged glanced between them with a confused look. "This is my niece that I told Brucie about: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as MDC."

[Ch 1 - 1,625 words]

Thanks for reading! Guess who started writing another Marinette x Damian fanfic when she hasn't even finished writing her other 2 stories? Lol... I have way too many WIPs. But it's an enemies-to-lovers story so I couldn't resist posting this chapter as soon as I finished editing it!

Thank you to @Jenijeno for suggesting/requesting this story! I'm falling in love with this story idea and I might already have an outline planned for 20 more chapters... hehe.