Marinette was wondering around the Wayne manor looking for her boyfriend. She had been wandering around for hours and kind of gotten lost.
Her and Damian's relationship was fairly new, though they have been friends for a couple of year. They had been dating for almost 5 months and Marinette has yet to tell him about her extracurricular activities. And she knew nothing about his.
So when Marinette came to a door that she had never seen before and had felt a presence behind it, she thought, 'why not see if it's Damian.'
When she opened the door she was met with tons of paintings. She barely noticed Damian in the room and how horrified he looked, she was just so in shock as she stared at the paintings
There were paintings of Damian's memories from the League... not that she knew that. She stared intently at what looked to be a younger Damian standing over a pool of blood. A bloodied katana in his hands.
"Damian...." Marinette said softly as she stared at the painting in shock.
Damian took in a shaky breath, trying not to have a panic attack due to what could possibly happen.
"Marinette... you need to leave." Damian cursed at himself due to how terrified he sounded.
Mari turned around with a few tears in her eyes. "Dami? What happened? Is that you in the painting?"
Damian shook his head as he found it hard to breathe. Why couldn't he breathe? He never acted like this. Why was he acting like this?
Marinette rushed towards Damian as soon as she noticed his rapid breathing. She has never seen Damian so scared and panicky.
She brought Damian close and ran her fingers through his hair. "Damian, you're okay. Breathe. I got you."
She kept whispering reassurances as she tried to help him calm down. Once he was calmer, Marinette pulled away and rest her hands on the sides of his face. She looked straight into his eyes. "I need you to talk to me."
"I don't want you to hate me." Damian whispered.
"I could never hate you, Dami. Don't ever think that." Marinette rested her forehead against Damian's only for him to pull away. A hurtful expression came over her face.
"I wouldn't say that. Because you don't know a lot about me." Damian moved to go sit on the window bench.
Marinette follows him instantly and sits next to him. "Everyone is allowed to have secrets." She reaches out to hold his hand but stops herself.
"What I'm about to tell you...." Damian hesitates. "It will most likely... change your thoughts about me."
Marinette shook her head slightly, about to reply, but was stopped by Damian.
"I was born in a horrid place. A place of... power. It was known as the League of Assassin. My grandfather was the leader... and I was born to be his heir. That was my sole purpose there. To train and become the best of the best."
Damian sighed, refusing to look at his girlfriend, afraid to see how horrified she'd be. How disgusted she was.
But what he didn't know was that Marinette didn't look like that at all. She was near tears. She couldn't believe the man in front of her had to live up to high expectations for the first 10 years of his life.
"Ever since I was able to walk I was trained to kill. I had to live up to so much expectations due to me being the heir to the throne. If I stepped out of line just slightly I would get beaten to near death and then be expected to return to training the next day. I wasn't allowed to show emotion. My mother never showed affection, believing it to be a weakness...."
A tear slipped from Damian's eyes as built up trauma that he has constantly pushed away resurfaced and threatened to break him. He immediately wiped it away, hoping Marinette didn't see it. But she did.
"I killed my first victim when I was about 4 or 5." Damian whispered. "I continued to kill people. I'd been forced to go on missions and to train extra hard. When I was 10, the League was attacked. My grandfather died and then my mother brought me here. My father had no idea I existed. My mother left me here so she could rebuild the League.
"Everyone here referred to me as a monster at first. I had tried to attack Drake. That didn't end well." Damian paused.
"My family... we are the bats. And... ever since I became Robin... I guess I learn the rights and wrongs of life. I had to relearn the way of life. I stopped killing. But when mother came back to get me and I said I didn't want to go with her... she cloned me and killed me...."
Damian stopped talking, his hands were shaky and he refused to look at Marinette.
"Damian...." Marinette tried to make out words but she couldn't.
"It's okay if you... leave. I wouldn't want to be dating a murderer either." Damian let a few tears slip as he turned his head away from Marinette.
Marinette wanted to cry at how much Damian loathed his past when he had no control over it. She moved closer to Damian and put a hand on his cheek and tried to get him to look at her, but he refused.
She just leaned her head against the side of his face that was visible as she moved her hand to play with his hair. Damian was frozen, he didn't know what she was doing and he was in shock at how she didn't immediately leave.
"Damian Wayne." Marinette said sternly after she kissed his cheek. "You are not a murderer and you are most definitely not a monster."
Damian was shocked at how stern Marinette had said that. He certainly didn't expect those words to fall from her lips. He was so shocked that when Marinette turned his face to look at her he didn't resist.
Looking at Marinette he could see the tears in her eyes. But most importantly he could see how much she cared. That made him break almost instantly.
Tears were falling out of both of their eyes.
"And if you ever think that I would walk out of that fucking door just because of a past you couldn't control... then you are out of your god damn mind." Marinette spoke.
"Why-" Damian was cut off almost instantly.
"Damian... you were forced to do everything you described. You didn't know any better because that's how you were taught. You didn't deserve to go through any of that. But you learned, Damian. And you save people now! And your mom is an asshole for treating you like that and for hurting you in so many ways." Marinette explained.
Marinette pressed her forehead against Damian's. "And I would never... judge you for your past. A past that you were forced to live. Your past doesn't define you, Dami. You are the most loving boyfriend ever. And even before that you were the most caring friend I've ever had. I know a lot of people think you are a cold hearted person.... But they don't look close enough."
Marinette wiped Damian's tears away as she looked straight into his eyes. "They have never met the real you. You are my favorite person to ever fucking exist and don't you dare think that I'd ever hate you."
"I love you...." Damian whispered. "I love you so so much."
Marinette smiled softly at Damian. "I love you, too. So much." She took notice of how Damian was on the edge of a break down and immediately brought him into a warm embrace. "You can cry, love. You're safe."
Damian tighten the embrace as he started breaking down. All the trauma of his past catching up to him. He tightened the hug and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Marinette let a few of her own tears fall as she held Damian close to her. "You're going to be okay, my love."
Marinette leaned back against a wall and closed her eyes, running her fingers through Damian's hair softly. The two soon fell asleep in the comfort of each others arms.
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"Yo Dick! Have you seen Pix and the Demon?" Jason asked as soon as he saw his older brother.
"Uh no. Last time I saw Mari she was looking for Damian. Last time I saw Damian he said he was going to paint for a few hours." Dick said.
They both paused.
"You don't think he let her in his art room, do you?" Jason's asked.
"Are you crazy? Anybody who doesn't know about us as the bats and his past aren't allowed in there. Damian would be too scared to tell her about his past." Dick spoke.
"Yeah... she'd probably run away, you know... she's just so pure." Jason added.
They both paused for a second once again.
"It wouldn't hurt to check right?" Jason asked.
"Nope." Dick was then following Jason towards Damian's art room.
It was awfully quiet in the hallway and close to the door. It made them nervous.
"What if she took one look at the paintings and left?" Dick asked. "Or worse! What if Damian broke up with her as soon as she saw them!"
"Shut up dickwad!" Jason moved closer to the door and quietly opened it.
What they saw shocked them.
The couple was sleeping in each others arms. Damian clearly had a tear stained face, something neither of them had ever seen before.
Marinette seemed to be holding Damian protectively against her. That's what really shocked them.
"YES!" Dick whisper yelled.
"So he had to have told her. He has obviously been crying." Jason said.
"She had to have obviously accepted his past and still loves him!!!" Dick smiles brightly.
"When do you think they will get married?" Jason asked.
"Let's start planning it!" Dick squealed like a little kid.
Jason smirked and grabbed his phone. He took a quick picture of the sleeping couple and sent it to the group chat.
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Looks like the demon told the story of his past. And it also looks like they are still in love. Who wants to help with wedding planning?
PurpleMonster: SHUT UP NO WAY OMG MARI ACCEPTED HIM!!!
BigBadBat: Leave them alone for now. I am glad Damian has found someone who accepts him.
TheCoffeeAddict: WAS HE CRYING? ITS THE END OF THE WORLD.
TheAllKnowing: Master Timothy, it is not the end of the world, let the young master show some emotion for once.
SilentbutDeadly: I am so happy for him! She seems to really be protective of him in the picture.
Jason took one last glance at his younger brother and future sister in law and then shut the door. Right now wasn't the time to bother them.
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