"Mrs. Wayne, I apologize for the call, but there is a situation at the school with your daughter." a voice spoke, "We need you to come down to the school."
"I'll be right there." Marinette answered.
Marinette quickly made her way to her husband's office.
"I have to head to the school. They called and said something happened with Amaya." she stated.
"What happened?" Damain asked.
"I don't know." she frowned, "They just asked me to head over there."
"I'm coming, too." Damian declared.
They both knew what likely awaited them. Amaya had told them of a girl, who was deemed as 'New Pop'. She was the latest popular girl at school for dating the basketball star. The girl had become angry when she learned that her boyfriend had previously asked out Amaya and she had turned him down.
Marinette frowned as she walked the halls. After hearing Amaya saying how people were questioning her, she quickly filled her in about dealing with Lila. She never wanted her daughter to feel that way.
"Where are this girl's parents? You told me her mother would be here thirty minutes ago!" a voice screamed.
'Why does that shouting sound familiar?'
'The school called me ten minutes ago, that liar!'
Damian quickly grabbed Marinette's hand. He knew if he didn't stop her, he also would hurt whoever was yelling about their child. Marinette slammed the door open and glared at the people inside. She quickly recognized their newest secretary. She had seen the way she stared at her husband.
"M-Mr. Wayne!" Claire exclaimed, "Wha-"
"I think the question is why are you shouting at my daughter." Damian growled, "We can hear you down the hallway."
Claire shook under the glares from the Waynes. Amaya quickly rushed over to her parents and hugged them.
"What seems to be the problem?" Marinette asked.
Claire cleared her throat, "Your daughter is bullying mine!"
Mari sighed.
'I thought as much.'
"We have taught our daughter to never bully anyone." she replied.
"Well, you didn't do a good job." the secretary huffed, shoving her daughter forward.
"And you didn't let me finish, Claire." Marinette interrupted, "I taught her bullying was wrong because I was bullied. I also taught her to look for all the warning signs."
"Warning signs?" the principal asked.
"For example, before calling me, you asked where this took place and looked up the footage. We pay good money to make sure this place is ran correctly."
"The altercation was in the bathroom." the principal answered, "No cameras."
"I see. How did she hurt you?" she asked the injured party.
"She hit me." the girl sobbed, revealing her bloody face.
"With what?" Marinette questioned.
"Her hands." Michelle sniffed.
Marinette got her daughter's hands and looked them over.
"Delicate and soft. Not a scratch or a scar. Nothing under her nails and none of them are broke or chipped. There's not a sign of bruising or blood." Marinette stated, turning over her daughter's hands infront of them.
"She washed it off!" Michelle shouted.
Marinette smiled and pulled out a black tube. She clicked on a button and it lit up. She hovered it over her hands.
"This is a black light." Mari announced, "Not a trace of blood. Even if she had washed it off, this would have revealed it. There's not even a trace of it on her clothes. Also, she would have had defense marks from you trying to hurt her."
Claire looked down towards her daughter.
"Her father and I noticed a bottle of paint in the hallway, on the floor. I hope that wasn't yours." Mari smiled.
"Wh-why would it be?" the 'New Pop' answered, looking away.
"Oh, good then." Marinette sighed, in exaggerated relief, "For a second there, I thought we needed to call an ambulance. It said it contained toxic chemicals. To keep away from your face and that it could cause burns and blindness."
The popular girl screamed and quickly ran out of the room. Marinette smiled.
"How?" the principal asked.
"My bully tried the same trick with me." Marinette shrugged, "Poor thing was a model. Now, she's not."
Claire quickly moved to rush after her daughter.
"Claire." spoke Damian.
"Y-Yes, sir?" Claire questioned, hesitantly.
"You are fired." he declared.
"What?" she asked, shocked.
"Your daughter must have learned her tricks from someone close." he stated, "As I recall, you called out sick today. You look perfectly healthy to me. From your appearance, you appeared to have wallowed in someone's bed and rushed over. Your lipstick is still smeared and your heels are on the wrong feet."
Claire whimpered and rushed out.
The principal smiled, "I'm sorry for calling you. I know you would want to know."
"I'm glad that the situation was taken care of so quickly." Marinette smiled.
"Bullying needs to be dealt with swiftly, not down the road. We are never too busy for her. If possible, I would prefer them to be with separate teachers and lunch schedules." Damian declared.
"I'd also ask a student that is truthful to the staff to listen out for any rumors or even ask if they have heard any already." Marinette brought up, "If she's anything like mine, she's been telling people this has been going on for awhile. They will likely believe the other girl over our daughter."
"I'll ask the art students about the paint. They know who goes in and out of the room, the most, and can help spread the word." the principal replied.
"Can I go home for today?" Amaya questioned.
"I think that will be best." the principal answered, "I'd rather have you here at your best."
As the Waynes left the school, they noticed an ambulence in front of the school.
Amaya smiled and shouted, "I hope they can remove all that paint you put on your face, Michelle! It would be a shame if you blinded yourself with toxic paint!"
The girl cried harder as she was loaded into the back. Quickly, everyone started whispering.
'That's my girl.'
"Amaya, are you okay?" a girl ran up and asked.
"Yeah." Amaya smiled, "My parents took care of it. They saw a paint bottle and mentioned it. They said it was toxic and could blind people. Michelle ran out screaming and outted herself as a liar, in front of her mother and the principal."
"Are you going home?" the girl asked, "Are you in trouble?"
"I'm not in trouble." the Wayne heiress declared, "I'm just going home early. I'll be back tomorrow."
The Waynes walked away from the school and towards the car.
"If you ever get in an actual fight, I expect you to win." Damian spoke, as he closed the car door.
"But show restraint. " Marinette stated, "We don't need a call that you put a kid in an ambulence for breaking their ribs."
Amaya smiled, "What about a finger?"
Marinette rolled her eyes, "As long as it's not severed."
Amaya looked to her father, who smirked at his little warrior.
"I'm glad you listened and waited for us to arrive." Marinette spoke up, "I never want you to go through what I did."
"I don't think Father would allow it." their daughter replied.
"Who said I would do anything?" he answered with a smirk, "I'm sure Todd would be just as effective in relocating a child, while you appear publicly, with a solid alibi."