"Damian, let's gooooo! We are going to be late!" she ripped the blanket off of him. He growled and looked at the clock.
"It's three in the fucking morning! How come I couldn't get you up this early for school? We are meeting them at noon so either go back to sleep or leave me alone! Bloody hell! Can I not get privacy in my own room?" he rolled over. She groaned in frustration.
"Damian, you're not even in your room! You fell asleep out here last night!" he sluggishly raised his head and looked around then flopped back down on the couch.
"Oh well. It's not my fault you decided to wake me up! It's the fucking weekend Marinette, sleep!" She huffed and sat in front of the couch where he laid. She rested her chin on her knees and pouted.
"Hey Damian?"
"Hmm?"
"Good Morning."
"Go the fuck to sleep. Or get out. I really don't care which." She rolled her eyes and jumped up, walking out of the living room to the kitchen.
"Hey Tikki? Tikki? You there?" she frantically pat down her pockets and sighed. The kwami was up in her room. She sat up on the counter, and just looked outside at the view.
"AHH TIM!" the sleep deprived zombie reached past her for the coffee pot. She grabbed his arm.
"No. Room, sleep, now." he glared at her.
"CoFfEE bLuEBeRry" his face twisted up, she ran to the other side of the island and held a broom as a weapon.
"Who are you and what the actual fuck are you doing in Tim's body." Tim smiled wickedly.
"My name is not Tim, mere mortal. I suggest you make hast before my INDIGNATION STARTS!" she zoomed out of there. In search for Damian, Jason, anyone who could kill the demon in the kitchen. She ran back into the library, where Damian was still asleep, and she wedged herself between him and the couch.
"Mari- Nette? What the- not that I'm complaining but what the fuckkk-" he sleepily grumbled. She burrowed her body under the blankets and nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "You..... good?" he mumbled in her hair.
"Hey Damian?"
"Hmm?"
"What the fuck is in your kitchen?" she looked up with terrified eyes. His own, were still closed.
"I dunno probably just Drake again." she popped her head up.
"This is a normal occurrence?" Damian slightly nodded.
"That's why I told you to go to sleep. So you wouldn't see the zombie that lives in his shell." he quietly joked. She pulled the blanket closer to her face.
"You know, I'm shocked that you are ok with this." he chuckled. She felt the vibrations from his chest.
"You are one of the limited few people who I allow to come into my vicinity. I don't hate you at all. To be honest, I don't think I can hate you. It's literally impossible and that's why I find you annoying. Because for once I can't find a reason to hate someone. I better not remember any of this in the morning." she shrugged.
"You're the one who said something bird brain." he stiffened.
"Bird Brain?" she opened her eyes.
"Yeah, it's typically supposed to be an insult but I just don't have the energy to explain it to you. I suggest you download Urban Dictionary. You know what? Look up your name on the website. It'll probably be funny as fuck." he gave her a look and scrolled on his phone.
"" Damian- the cutest most adorable person you will ever meet. He's a gentleman at heart and is amazing with girls. Very sweet charming boy who always smiles."" She snorted, "Marinette," his voice was serious. "Who wrote this? Because I am going to slit their thr-" she covered his mouth.
"Sleep." he rose a brow.
"That is so hypocritical that I can't even start to even-" she fell asleep, he noticed. He sighed. "I will never understand how you stay so positive, even during the most serious of times, but if you were awake, I would praise you for it." he brushed her bangs out of her face, and felt her warmth lull him to sleep.
"DAMIAN IT'S 11:30!!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE! FOR REAL THIS TIME!" she was shaking him awake.
"Ok, so? Sometimes they sleep in until three in the afternoon!" she crossed her arms.
"That doesn't matter. Come on, get up. Because I can't as you can see, I'm wedged between you and the couch." he rose a brow.
"So it all rests on if I get up?" she nodded. He rolled over. "Ok, we get up in ten minutes." she groaned and banged her head on the side of the couch. "Stop that nonsense. We won't be late, because I said we would be there some time this afternoon. Stop worrying about being late, and you won't be. Now please be quiet. It's not that I don't like your voice, it's that I don't want to talk right now. I want to sleep. Goodnight." she picked up a pillow and smacked him in the head with it..
"Move. I wanna get ready."
"No."
"I'm warning you."
"Don't care." she kneed him in the stomach and jumped off the couch, only to be stopped in mid air by the pain she caused him to have.
".....fucker." she muttered. He hummed in satisfaction, then fell back asleep. "You know, I thought you had a schedule or something. I thought you Wayne's didn't sleep." he shrugged.
"Yeah, that is true. You already ruined my schedule, so I'll just get back to it next week. We're going to the building in like ten minutes." she glared at him.
"You suck." he sighed and turned around.
"Suction is the flow of a liquid or gas into a partial vacuum, or region of low pressure, and is an intricate part of the respiration process, so yes, I suck, as do you. Go get ready." she narrowed her eyes.
"Smartass."
"Dumbass."
"Jerk"
"Imbecile."
"Stupidly hot."
"Amazingly beautiful. Get out and get ready before I leave you here." he spat, and turned around. She rolled her eyes and stomped out of the room.
"Thank you emotionless jerk." she muttered, while walking out.
"Your Welcome, overemotional, immature child. Make sure you pack an overnight bag. Just in case." she sharply inhaled, and headed up to her room. She passed the kitchen and saw Tom and Sabine in the kitchen.
"Mari! What's got you so angry, dear?" Marinette crossed her arms.
"The emotionless jerk in the living room." she heard Jason snort at the counter.
"Well honey, just know, that if you ever want to talk about what's happening between the two of you-"
"No." she turned on her heel and ran upstairs. Jason cackled. Sabine smirked.
"Ok Jason, so you said Bruce was planning the wedding? What color is his suit going to be? Because I know exactly what color her dress is and-" Sabine went on.
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"Ok, we good?" she hopped down the steps. He nodded. "So how far are we walking?" he chuckled.
"We can't walk there. That's why I told you to pack a bag. It's a long drive." she gave him a small nod.
"Can I drive?"
"No."
"Why not? It will be fun." she complained, he gave her a look.
"It took some convincing to let me drive instead of Alfred. No."
"Ok, but can I choose the music?"
"Will I regret that choice?" she shrugged.
"Probably."