The Badass Ladybird of Gotham

Why Marinette is officially, legally, and truly NOT allowed to bite her lip

"Damiiii" she shook his shoulder which ended with his whole body being shaken. "Tell meeeeee" he threw a smirk her way.

"And why should I?" she pouted. cute. and took my face and put us nose to nose.

"Because, if you don't I'll give you a reason to want to." Why- why can I not move? Why am I moving closer to her? What is happening?

"I- it's Arabic."

"Ok, what's the translation monsieur demon?" shit he could feel her breath on his face. Keep up the confidence Damian. You can win this.

"It means something special because it's how it makes me feel." her face fell. She tried again.

"I get that it means something special but what does it mean? Dami please I am curious. I will literally do anything. You are spiking my anxiety please." Why is that adorable? Come on. Stay strong man. You got this. Grayson taught you the art of- is-is she biting her lip? Shit.

"Marinette, please stop biting your lip. I literally can't-" he just looked out the window. She, being the curious ADHD child that she is, turned him around.

"Why? Did I do something? Did I annoy you?" Damn it she's doing it again. I can't- He grabbed her shoulder and straightforwardly stated,

"If you keep biting your lip, I will literally do it for you. So please, for the love of god. Stop torturing me woman." He huffed and looked back outside. Great we are five minutes away. Her face was on fire, but she was on a mission.

"Tell me what Habibti means."

"Google translate it."

"Noooo I want to hear it from you."

"fine. It means beloved. You for some strange reason, have managed to steal my heart." her face was on fire, as was his but she felt touched that her thought of her that way. She leaned in to tell him how she felt in the easiest way she felt was possible. Her eyelids fluttered shut and he grabbed the side of her face, close to the back of her neck. She rested a hand on his shoulder, and Alfred's voice was heard on the limo's intercomms.

"Master Damian, Miss Marinette, We are here." The two jumped apart before the butler could see them. (dumbasses. Alfred sees all, knows all. *Marinette hits me repeatedly with a stuffed walrus"Watch your MOTHERFUCKING LANGUAGE" "ok Mari sorry" *Mari gives me cookie. )

They got out of the limo and Alfred drove away. They walked in the school, and were sent straight to their classes. Damian opened the door for her and she stepped into a loud room filled with conversation.

"Damian! Mari! you're not dead!" Jon skipped over to the two.

"Mr Kent, while I understand this is a very exciting moment for you, please sit down." he payed no attention to the teacher and sat down. The two took their seats and Marinette nervously tapped her foot. Damian grabbed her hand and the tapping subsided. Jon, being the almighty child of two reporters, loudly said,

"Are you two a thing?" the whole class looked over at the pair. Marinette's face bloomed with color, and Damian started smacking his head on the desk. After three hits, Marinette caught his head mid air, annoyed.

"Damian, you are going to give yourself bruises on your head. Stop it you're hurting yourself."

"That's kind of the point Angel, but I'll stop." The class was still quiet. "Oh get on with your conversations already. We are not zoo animals." they turned around and started to gossip. Damian supported his hand on his face. "I'm sorry habibti." she gave him a look

"Why?" he grumbled something under his breath "I can't hear you"

"Because gossip travels fast in this school." she gave him a small concerned smile.

"It's ok, it's only gossip. Lies are nothing when they are broken." she said that last part quietly and felt tears build up in her eyes. Get yourself together Marinette. Lila is not here. She felt his warm hand around hers once more. As an apology. She accepted and laced their fingers together. She put her head down and tried to sleep. She was tired. Within five minutes, she was out. Damian grabbed a hoodie from his bag and gently lifted her head and slid the hoodie under it. She grabbed the hoodie and started mumbling in her sleep. Jon with his excellent hearing, started laughing.

"What's so funny Kent?" Damian looked up at the boy.

"Damian, she thinks that hoodie is you. It has your scent." Damian looked over at her then back at him.

"I have a scent?" Jon cracked up once more and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'm warning you Damian, when she wakes up, she's most likely going to be half asleep and telling straight up truths. Like anything you ask her, she'll be completely honest. Like here ready? Marinette-" Damian jumped over the table and slapped his hand on the boy's mouth.

"If you wake her, I will actually kill you. Let Marinette sleep." Jon fearfully nodded and Damian shuffled back over to his seat. The bell rang. It was lunch time and Jon waited for the two by the door. Damian slung both backpacks on.

"Marinette, I hate to do this but you need to wake up." she didn't move. After four tries, knowing she clings to people in her sleep, he took her hands and placed them around his neck. As he expected, she tightened her grip and he carried her out of the room. Jon stood there watching.

"Have a nice day Mrs."

Bonus:

"Madame Bustier, I assume the plane landed? Great. My children and I will give you a tour of the facility. Sounds great. Thank you." Bruce sent a text to Alfred.

'The kids from the field trip arrived. After school, can you take Marinette and Damian to Wayne Enterprises?'

'Yes sir. I found the two however in quite an interesting position.'

'#DAMINETTE ALFRED'

'........yes sir.'