Another classic betrayal fic. After Marinette gets betrayed, her class gets chosen to go on a trip to Gotham. There, she makes new friends, finds love and oddly enough, keeps on running into the local villains and vigilantes of Gotham.
I was walking peacefully to Wayne Enterprises even though I should have been on the bus with everyone else. Lila and her posey had predictably left me behind and I was going to be late now either way so I supposed I might as well get a coffee.
As I was walking out some random cafe I can't remember the name to, someone accidentally bumped into me and started breathing unhealthily heavily.
"Hey, are you okay? Breath in and breath out. Don't think just try following my breathing." I say softly backing away so as to not make it worse. After he calmed down I asked if he was okay.
Honestly, it was all rather interesting. I had never dealt with someone having a panic attack but I was happy that I could, ultimately help him out.
"I'm fine, thank you," he mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
"You know, it's okay to take a break every one in awhile. If you want I'll give you my coffee." I suggest, eyeing the bags underneath his eyes and his ruffled expensive clothing.
"Are you a God?" He asks wide eyed. Wow, this guy must really love his coffee. I mean... so do I just not as intensely. Then again, I don't technically need to eat or drink as much as the regular person cause of my powers, but whatever.
"Don't worry. Do you want me to help you to where you're headed." I ask politely, though I was hoping he'd say no.
"That'd be nice of you, thank you, again. I'm headed to Wayne Enterprises." He whispers with an exhausted tone.
"That quite a coincidence. I happen to be heading there to." I smile warmly at him, thank fuck.
We walked together all the way to the enterprise, were we met an angry Miss Bustier.
"MARINETTE!" She grabbed my wrist painfully, most likely bruising it.
I could hear her shrill voice from the other side of the planet. Before she could start properly start scolding me, the boy I was with spoke up,
"Stop. Don't even think of shouting at her ever again. You got that?" He grinned darkly. Madam Bustier looked up at his face and realised the mistake that she had made. It was Tim, one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children? She held her breath and quickly scurried off somewhere.
"Thank you..." I drawled on, unsure as to what to say.
"Call me Tim. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call. Here's my number." He says waving me away with a pat on the cheek.
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