《Daminette》Chapter 20
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Marinette's POV
We arrived at home and I was pissed off.
"Hey pixie! Why so angry?" Jason asked once we walked the living room in.
"BRUCE!" I yelled and he quickly came.
"What's going on?" He asked confused.
"WHY is my old class coming over to the manor for a tour and dinner?!" I asked him while glaring.
"WHAT?!" Jason yelled.
"Your old class? I thought it was just a class that Gabriel Agreste sponsored." Bruce said offended.
"Fine." I hissed before leaving to my room followed by a irritated Damian.
"I guess we should get ready." I sighed before getting out an outfit.
Clothes:
Hair:
Makeup:
"Mistress Marinette, master Damian, the guests have arrived." Alfred said trough the door.
"You ready?" I asked Damian and he nodded.
"Let's go, beloved." He took my hand and we went to greet the class.
When we arrived we saw Bruce with the boys and girls walking in too.
"Mlle. Bustier. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand as she blushed.
I silently glared at the class.
"Welcome to the Wayne manor, I am Bruce Wayne and these are my sons and daughters."
"Richard Grayson."
"Jason Todd."
"Tim Drake.
"Damian Wayne."
"Barbara Gordon."
"Cassandra Cain."
"Stephanie Brown."
I stayed silent, they hadn't noticed me yet.
"Our butler, Alfred, will tour you trough the manor. Please don't enter any rooms if Alfred doesn't tour them. Thank you."
And they followed the class.
"Are you alright?" Damian whispered and I nodded silently.
After their tour I went to the bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" Somebody behind me hissed.
I turned around and saw Adrien.
"I live here, Agreste." I said and turned around attempting to leave.
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He grabbed my wrist tightly and I yelped in surprise and pain.
"Let me go." I said.
He pulled me into a dark empty room.
"What do you want from me?" I asked pissed off.
"Why did you leave? You are MINE! You break up with me one day and end up pregnant the next?! You are MY princess" He yelled holding my wrists tighter by every word. I could feel the bruises forming.
"Adrien, you're hurting me." I whispered.
"Good. You need to learn your lesson." He smirked and came closer.
3rd POV
The class was eating dinner with the Wayne's. The Wayne's felt something was off. Dick then realised.
"B, where is Marinette?" He whispered to Bruce who sat next to him.
Bruce's eyes scanned the table.
"Maybe she didn't want to be with the class." He said and Dick frowned.
"I'll search for her." Dick whispered back and stood up.
"My apologies I have some business but I'll be back." He said while the Wayne's were suspicious of him.
Dick searched for Marinette but couldn't find her. He then saw Adrien leave a room and locked it with a smirk. Adrien hadn't noticed Dick. And Adrien then left.Dick quickly rushed to the room. He kicked the door open and walked inside.
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