Simply Soulmates, a Daminette fic.

Chapter 10: Meeting gone wrong. Or right?

"SHE IS A STUDENT. OF MY CLASS, AND THIS LOOKS TERRIBLE ON THE SCHOOL RECORD!" he rubbed his forehead.

"Ma'am, as I told you before, her guardians agreed to let her stay with me, for her own safety." Marinette walked over, she then felt her ankle acting up again. Fuck. she cursed in her head. Stop cursing. The voice rang out in her head. It hurts you jerk. relax. She took a deep breath and felt the pain numbing. She sat across from Bruce, who tiredly smiled across from her.

"Hello Marinette." Madame Bustier seethed. Furiously taking a seat next to her. Marinette awkwardly shifted her chair away.

"Sir, why was I brought in exactly? I thought you already cleared everything with my guardians." Bruce folded his hands together.

"As you can see Miss, things were already handled. We wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't so neglectful." She began to interrupt.

"Excuse me? You are calling ME neglectful?!?!" Bruce raised his hand.

"Be grateful I'm not pressing charges. One more wrong move and I will not hesitate." He warned, and her mouth snapped shut.

"What is the next step?" Marinette crossed her ankles and sat back in the chair. Bruce had to smile.

"I wanted to give you an opportunity, and you don't have to, but you have spoken to your aunt and uncle about transferring schools. May I say, there is an excellent designer program, at Gotham University, that Audrey Bourgeious plans to move her daughter to. Would  you like to go full scholarship?" Marinette felt dizzy and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she saw blackness. In the hallway, Damian did the same. Tim saw this, and ran to his side.

"BRUCE, LITTLE WING IN DOWN, I REPEAT THE LITTLE BAT BUD IS DOWN." Bruce slammed his head on his desk.

"This is what I get for too much money at once. Damn it." Tim dragged Damian in the room and placed the limp boy into the seat next to the teacher, who jumped out of her seat, and backed away horrified "What happened to him?" Tim shrugged.

"I found him in the hallway passed out. I hope he doesn't have a concussion again. He would throw a fit." Bruce rubbed his temples and picked up the small girl next to Tim on the floor. She was placed in the chair that the teacher was once in. "Should I call Alfred Boss? Or-" Bruce raised a hand once again.

"First, we already talked about the Boss thing Timbo. Second, I checked her pulse. She should be awake soon. Though if Damian somehow was knocked out, if worries me." Tim nodded and grabbed his tablet. "Madame Bustier, you and your class may still continue the trip, but it is up to Marinette if she wants to join you. As I said before, for safety measures I have full guardianship while she is here so I must ask you and your class to evacuate the premises knowing that she is unwell." she swiftly exited the room and shut the door.

"What do we do Bruce?" he sighed.

"I really don't know Tim. Keep an eye on them and wait for them to wake up. Give me a call when they do. I have a meeting." Tim nodded hesitantly and pulled a chair up next to them. Bruce grabbed his suit jacket and nodded to him before leaving. Tim pulled out his laptop and began typing.

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"LET ME OUT OF HERE." Damian yelled inside his head. He then heard crying. He looked around and saw long dark passages that led to a room. Similar to a theatre, but with no seats. Behind him, was a projection of what looked like a memory out in front of him. He stopped in front of the girl, and turned around watching the scene unravel. He looked down at her next to him. It was from her point of view... he thought. He turned his head back to It looked like She backed up into the wall, but it did no good. She was attacked from all sides, leaving her immobile. He ignored the video and knelt down in front of her, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"When did this happen? Where?" she took a long shaky breath.

"26th of March I believe. Back in Paris." she looked up at Damian. "What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to get the same answer. You were the one tht passed out." she gave him a look then jumped up.

"Bruce told me he would give me a scholarship here. It must have been from shock. Sorry." he shrugged.

"We all get stuck in our heads sometimes. It's easier when things are out in the open." She paused, then knit her eyebrows.

"Say that again." he gave her a look.

"What? When things are out in the open?" It hit her like a truck.

"Damian, were you the voice that told me this a while ago? In my head?" he shrugged.

"If you are the one wrongfully calling yourself stupid then most likely." she smiled.

"Thank you. Wait, does this mean we are-"

"Soulmates." he finished, crossing his arms. "Could be romantic, could be platonic." she shifted on her feet.

"How about we just see how this goes?" he nodded. "Great. Now how do we get out?"