A/N: Hereâs a little ending scene after everyone is in the car and leaving IKEA.
Damian tugged his seatbelt on, firmly ignoring his brother's never-ending questions. He connected his pair of earphones and turned up music loud enough they could hear, so they knew he purposefully decided to ignore them. After Richard turned away with a pout, and Jason stopped passive-aggressively rolling down the windows, Damian focused his attention on his phone.
Specifically, the text chat he had with Marinette.
Air-typing above the screen of his phone Damian contemplated when *too* soon, turned into soon enough. When would it be okay to text? Should he wait until this evening? Tomorrow? Perhaps in a few days? He didn't know. All of the articles he googled indicated it depended on the situation and how comfortable the parties were when initially exchanging information. None of which came remotely close to a hide-and-seek game turned expulsion scheme, so he found himself solidly - oh, how would Jon put it? - up a creek without a paddle.
Without interactional recourse available to him - perhaps he could ask Raven once safely ensconced in his room, she has dated for a few years, and might know appropriate conduct (not that he was attempting to date Marinette, no, he just simply wants to maintain an open dialogue between them) - he entered into his tracking app and, with a minor bit of guilt, checked on the tracker he placed on Marinette.
The cursor currently blinking right on top of his phone.
Wait... What?
He flipped his phone over searching for the tiny bug and found it nowhere. Marinette still had it on her when they departed from the store, when would she...
Oh...
Slipping his hand into his pocket, Damian retrieved the little tracker he'd placed in her purse. Turning the small piece of metal over in his hand, a pleased smile spread across his face.
That devious little...
He snapped a photo of the device and, with only the slightest bit of hesitation, sent it to Marinette.
Damian: It took me ten minutes to discover your treachery.
He watched the screen hoping she wouldn't be offe- no, patiently waiting until the woman replied back. (He was not nervous, not in the slightest. He had texted many a girl before, ones he was friends with even, so no he was *not* nervous)
Three little dots appeared. Then-
Marinette: Really? Cause it only took two minutes to find it, and less than a second to slip it into your pocket. I didn't think I needed to include you in that statement about situational awareness, but ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ if the shoe fits.
Damian stifled a laugh but was unable to suppress his smile. Risking a small glance next to him; Richard had fallen asleep, Drake's head was buried in his phone. Good. No one would take note of his slip up. Cracking his head to the side, he responded.
Damian: I will endeavor to hide it more thoroughly next time. I would not want you to inaccurately estimate my skill.
Marinette: Oh Damian, the last thing I would do is underestimate your skills đ
Damian smirked, oh yes, being friends with Marinette would prove to be endlessly entertaining, he was sure of it.
