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Chapter 13

Love is in the air or do we have a new Wayne in our midst?

by Vicki Vale

Yes, readers, you read that right! As of last month, there have been sightings of a new mysterious young woman tagging along with our favorite family outings. We all know Bruce Wayne's addiction to blue-eyed and black-haired children, so it comes as no surprise that this new addition fits the criteria to a T.

We first started seeing some of her when the Wayne’s had an adorable zoo excursion on the fifth of last month, and as you can see by the photos she seems very cozy with our resident bad boy Jason Todd, the second adopted ward of Ms. Wayne, but also very friendly with Ice Prince of Gotham, Damian Wayne. (see photos below)

Bruce’s life history is very well known, just as his love one, but we cannot say the same about his wards and children. The multi-millionaire keeps them as far from the media as he can, but from time to time he discloses some information about his home life, just enough to keep us wanting more. It feels like it was just yesterday when Damian was first introduced to the world at 10 years of age, so the possibility of this new girl being another secret love child is not so insane if we are being honest.

After we first saw her it seems like we couldn't get enough of her! She’s been seen all over the city in the last few weeks. Drawing at the park or enjoying a stroll around the Gotham Botanic Gardens, you name it she’s done it! And more times than not Jason Todd is right there by her side.

Is this a new romance that’s blossoming right in front of our eyes or simply some sibling bonding time?

We are all dying to know more about her, and officially welcome her as a new member (or not) of the influential Wayne legacy. I don’t know about you readers, but this reporter is a sucker for romance and is going to be disappointed if the latest bachelor is snagged from the market.

As of now we know basically nothing about her and can only imagine what her intentions are, but rest assured that no rock would be left unturned, and every information we discover will be yours!

“Why do I need to participate in this again?” Marianne asks for what seems to be the tenth time just that day.

After Vicki Vale’s article came out, a couple of weeks ago, it was decided that it would be better if Marianne was publicly recognized as a Wayne. The stream of articles that followed certainly helped secure that decision. Not that it mattered to her, but apparently it was important to keep the media on their side, otherwise they would twist the truth and make her a bad image. The assassin in her despised the idea of having her face recognized around the world easily, but after some talking, Damian was the one to convince her about the pros of being a Wayne. Dealing with the media wasn’t something she had practice with. While on the League the goal was to keep attention away from herself and although she had some interactions with the news as Ladybug she preferred to leave Chat Noir be the one the reporters turn to for answers. Her distaste for reporters was well known in Paris, but in Gotham, no one knew her, and apparently, that was a problem.

When she first read the article she found the fact that Vicki Vale wasn't so far away from the truth funny. She was Wayne but she was also involved with Jason, not that anyone knew about that. Apart from Damian, who knew about them but preferred to keep living in denial, they all just assumed that they were involved in the past but that was long over. They were taking things slow, first rebuilding their friendship before making any decisions, but both knew they had a connection that could not be denied. So it was not like they were hiding or anything, her family was just very dense, and if any of them had asked she would have been honest, even if she herself wasn’t sure what the status of their relationship was.

“It would be better if we acknowledge your existence to the public, that way reporters would know that you are under the protection of Master Bruce, and keep speculations to a minimum. The news can be quite nasty if allowed.” Alfred patiently explains again. She wasn’t very comfortable being the center of attention and was glad that at least she would have her family by her side. Father decided that throwing a Gala was the best way to present her. Damian’s existence was announced the same way, so it made sense, and Marianne decided not to disagree with him. But as time went by, she started feeling anxious and insecure.

Sitting in the kitchen counter with a mug, filled with coffee that had long gone cold, in her hands she observed the man, who she now saw as her grandfather, organizing the last details to the big event that would be happening later that night. For the last hour, she had occupied herself baking some cookies, but now that they were in the oven she found herself a bit anxious with the lack of what to do.

She was once presented to the League, not as Ra’s Al Ghul granddaughter, but as the future Grand Guardian of the Miraculi, and she could say that facing hundreds of highly trained assassins was less daunting than facing some socialites that loved drama and attention.

Jason chose that moment to enter the kitchen. He had been of great help, keeping her engaged on other things and keeping her mind from wandering.

“Come on Pixie, you and me, training room.” That was enough to make her feel less stressed. After Alfred assured her that he could keep an eye on the baking cookies, she finished her drink in one gulp before jumping from the counter, more than ready to spend some of her pent-up energy. Thanking Alfred for the company and patience she left the room with Jason by her side.

“One more second and I was considering running to Tibet” She joked. He laughs, clearly amused by her statement.

“Naw, you wouldn’t even get as far as New York. Alfred would have sent someone after you. According to him, this is a very important event and we should behave accordingly.” He says in his best posh accent. He throws an arm around her as they walk, bringing her closer to him. Marianne smiles, catching up on what he is doing. Making fun of the situation in an attempt to keep her mind off her worries.

“I swear that man is a saint! He put up with my anxiety-filled self!” She confesses.

“Oh my god! That man deserves a medal! You're a nightmare when you're anxious.” He laughs again, and she could swear her heart skipped a beat. Opting not to say anything she lightly punches him in the ribs before running off. “Hey! You come back, you little traitor!” And then he runs after her.

Laughter fills the corridors of the Manor as Jason and Marianne chase after one another. They pass by the main library, where Damian is seated by the fireplace with Alfred the cat on his lap, on their way to the training room, but he merely rolls his eyes at them.

They are laughing so hard that by the time they get to their destination they are both red on the face, with adrenaline pumping in their veins.

She stared around the room unsure what to do first.

“Come on, you know you want to.” He takes her left hand and pulls her to the mat-covered space. He knows her so well it’s scary. He tapes her knuckles as well as his one with black tape. “Just please go easy on me, we do have to make a social appearance in less than 8 hours. No black eyes!” He winks at her. She huffs but gets onto stance.

As always he is the one that throws the first punch.

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Less than one hour until they have to leave for the venue and she is standing in the middle of her room in a silk black robe staring at the piece of clothing she spent the last few weeks working on. Her sparring with Jason had helped calm her nerves, but now that she had showered and done her hair, she was starting to doubt her attire choice. The dress was a beautiful shade of dark green with maroon accents on the bodice. She was proud of her work but wasn’t sure if others would as well. It was the first time she had designed something for its aesthetic rather than functionality. When designing she opted for a long skirt as she obviously would be wearing her dagger on a holster on her right leg, but other than that she was free to make whatever she wanted. She chose to add sleeves to the design but made sure they were the softest tulle she ever came across. The hand-stitched flowers had taken her longer than she anticipated, but the end result was so worth it.

There was a knock on the door, but before she could say anything the door was open, and she could only stare in amazement at the person that entered her chamber. Damian looked so grown in his tailored black suit, so different from the ten-year-old she left two years ago. She remembers him wearing his formal robes at important events at the League, but he had never looked so mature as he did now. He wore a neutral expression, but she could tell by the small frown on his eyebrows that he was concerned about her.

“You have nothing to worry about, Father made sure that none of the media vultures would be in attendance today. And if you suddenly find yourself overwhelmed, I am sure Todd would be more than happy to kidnap you out of the party.” He says in an attempt to alleviate her fears. He comes closer and gives her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You always know how to calm me” She smiles and turns her attention back to the dress. She bites her lip again before taking a long breath. Marianne takes the dress in her hands, examining the details one last time before turning around and entering her bathroom.

By the time she comes out Damian is not the only one seated on her bed. Jason had joined her brother in waiting for her, and she can’t help but stop and stare at the scene before her. Both wear tailored black suits with ties, and she can’t help but admire them. Both looked so different from the last time she had seen them, but still the same. Their aura hadn’t changed, and that comforted her.

Although being so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t heard her exiting the bathroom, Damian is the first to notice her presence, but being too stunned he doesn't say anything. Realizing that his brother had suddenly stopped talking Jason looks in the direction he’s looking. The surprise is immediate, and he stands faster than she thought possible. He walks closer to her until he is standing in front of her, his face close to hers.

“Stunning.” He whispers into her ear, making her blush. Looking at her he felt as if he was looking at an angel. Her long hair was styled in a half up half down updo with a ribbon the same crimson red as the one in her dress. The ends of her hair were curled and she looked so good in that dress. She wore just some light lipstick that made her lips look fuller, and it took all the strength in him not to kiss her into oblivion.

He knew how hard she had worked on that dress, but God! The only thing he could imagine doing right now is taking it out of her.

“You look splendid 'ukhty. But if you two are done, it’s time for us to go.” Damian interrupts their moment, a little annoyed. Marianne nods silently and accepts Jason’s extended arm. They walk in silence to the entrance of the house where the others are already waiting for them, all elegantly dressed in tailored black suits as well, in a similar style to Damian’s and Jason's. Stephanie is also there, wearing a gorgeous navy long dress with some stones along the bodice.

“Stephanie, you look beautiful. This dress suits your complexion very well” Marianne comments sincerely. The blond smiles and turns to her boyfriend, who is staring at her with an adoring expression.

“The best part is that it has pockets!” She animatedly demonstrates by removing her phone from the said pocket. “But yours is to die for! Where did you get it from?”

“I designed myself” The black-haired confess, a little embarrassed by all the attention her dress suddenly gets from the other members of the family. Richard and Father, who until then were having a separate conversation, stare at her design in wonder.

Father has a look of approval on his face, and by his small side small is pleased with her choice. Richard has the biggest smile she has ever seen on someone’s face and immediately starts to praise her, which only makes her blush, not being used to compliments.

Most of the ride to the gala is spent in silence, only broken when either Father or Dick offers some advice on how to deal with the guest in attendance, something she is grateful for. Her father explains that all in attendance know better than bombard her with questions, and would only do so only in private, so it was best to stay in the main room at all times. Tim and Stephanie seem to be in their own world, much to the annoyance of Damian that was seated between the two couples. Said annoyance he made sure to voice every chance he got. But as Marianne decides not to let her brother's bad humor damp hers, she contemplates her time in Gotham so far. It's refreshing to know that all these people in the car are there because they care for her on some level, so different from how things worked when she was growing up.

The venue her father chose was close to Wayne Tower, so it took quite a while for them to arrive. But when they do, most of the guests are already there. When they exit the car they are assaulted by what seemed to be hundreds of flashes in the distance. At the entrance there were a bunch of photographers taking photos of the guests, just waiting to catch the Wayne family.

As they walk into the building Jason has his arm protectively around her and whispers into her ear to keep her head down, to avoid most of the cameras. Damian is by her side, glaring at anyone that dares to stare at them for more than a second. The security of the event keeps the reporters in order, protecting them from their advances. All of this is very new and she thinks the fact that all of them are there just to catch a glimpse of her Father is quite entertaining.

Inside the building, she sees her Father slip into his public persona. Brucie Wayne is suddenly the center of attention. As he walks people seem to orbit around him, just begging for a slip of his time. Her brothers sometimes stop and make small talk with some of the guests, but ultimately they arrive at what she suppose is their table. Bruce is still a bit far away, having stopped to welcome an old-aged couple.

“Hey relax,” Jason tells her. “We just have to stay, make small talk, just enough for these people to think we give a fuck, then B’s gonna introduce you and we can get the hell out of here.” Oh, how she wished it would be that simple. She’s been to Gala’s before, mostly doing undercover work to the League, and these types of things tend to last forever. “Come on I want to introduce you to someone” He takes her hand in his and gently guides her around the ballroom. She can tell that people are watching them but is grateful that no one decides to stop them. She smiles at some people that just plainly stare at them as Jason guides them around the room.

They walk in the direction of two men, a blond and a red-headed.

“Mari, this is Oliver and Roy Queen” Jason introduces them. They both appear to be in excellent physical shape, and she wonders if both of them partake in the same extracurricular activities as her family. “Roy is the only okay person around these types of events.”

“Own man! I’m touched" The younger one mocks, with a hand in his heart. Oliver just rolls his eyes but by the small smile on his face, he doesn't seem annoyed with his son's antics. Both men are wearing formal attire, but she can tell that Roy seemed a bit out of place in this type of event, just like Jason was, so she can only assume he wasn’t born into these circles like his Father was. She believes him to be adopted as well.

“Well, it is a pleasure meeting you…” The older Queen extends his right hand for her to shake but trails off not knowing how to address her.

“Marianne Wayne. And the pleasure is mine.” She shakes the offered hand, not missing how his eyes widen a bit after she mentions her new name. Roy doesn't even try to keep his composure and openly stares at her as if she had just committed a grave offense. He alternates his gaze between Jason and her, trying to wrap his mind around that new piece of information.

“Dude! There is another one!” With humor clear in his tone, he exclaims, fortunately not loud enough to attract attention. “Wally owes me so much money! Ha! Wait- when did he adopt you?” He now appears to be confused. “Or wait- did you marry her?” Now it’s Jason’s turn to become confused, his eyes widening a bit before he regains a bit of composure, but just looking at the light blush that appeared in his cheeks she decided to help him out.

“I wasn’t adopted, Bruce is my biological father. Damian is my brother.” She supplies.

Oliver frowns.

“So your mother…” He doesn't need to finish his question for her to understand what he is asking. So he is indeed part of the same League her Father is.

“Yes.” He stares at her for a minute, before nodding and retreating himself to the other side of the room, she is sure he’s gonna look for her Father for some answers.

“Damm, you just blew my mind! Who would have thought that Damian wasn’t Bruce's only secret love child!” Roy looks like he's having the time of his life with that new information. “I’ve got to call Wally and Conner! They were so sure no more lil’ Waynes were gonna pop out of nowhere! Fuck- I just won so much money!” He doesn't even wait for a response, he fishes his phone from inside his suit and walks away.

Not knowing what else to do, Marianne just looks to Jason, trying to understand what had just happened. He rubs one hand in his face, clearly very done with the whole conversation they just had with his friend.

“I swear he's not normally like that… He’s less of an idiot most of the time.” He sighs. She just laughs, and that is enough for his mood to improve. He always loves to hear her laugh.

But before she can make a comment of her own, she hears her father’s voice coming from the speakers around the room. That clearly is a signal, because Jason starts to guide her to where all her brothers are standing in the center of the room.

“Is a pleasure to welcome everyone to another Wayne Gala.” People around them start to clap. “Hopefully this one goes better than the last one-” Some people laugh, her not being one of them, not knowing what the last Gala had been like. “Another successful year for Wayne Enterprise so far, thanks to all our supporters and donors-”

She starts looking around. It surprises her sometimes how famous her newfound family truly is. The attention makes her uncomfortable, and she can't help but plan at least 3 escape plans, taking notice of all the possible exits routes and things she could turn into weapons if needed in the short time she zoned out

A hand squeezing her arm brings her back to reality. Damian is now standing by her side with a bored expression. He gives a slight nod, announcing that Father’s speech is coming to an end.

“- all of you had been aware of the latest media speculation about the new integrant of our public outings. So I decided it was best to put rumors to rest.” He can hear the low murmurs that started. He walks closer to them until he’s standing in front of her. He offers his hand, one she gladly takes. He now stands by her side, facing the guests. For those around them, she looks calm and composed, but on the inside, she’s feeling anxious and overwhelmed. “May I present to you all, Marianne Martha Wayne.” He pauses and turns to her with a warm look on his face. “My daughter.”

That’s enough to make them go wild. As wild as a bunch of high society members could go. Luckily all of the guests knew how reserved Bruce’s children were, so they turned to her Father for answers, leaving her free from questions.

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The night goes faster after Bruce’s announcement and explaining her well-crafted backstory, said backstory that they decided on a couple of days ago. And she spends most of it with either Damian or Jason by her side. She lost sight of Tim and Stephanie a long time ago. Dick occasionally stops by to see how she's feeling, but then goes back to walking around the room, turning the attention away from her. It does help a bit but it seems that everyone wants to have a conversation with her now that they knew her to be important. People stare, but other than the basic introduction, they leave her alone. Some try to prolong their conversation, but Jason dismisses them rather quickly. And she’s very thankful for that.

She does get the opportunity to have a more cohesive conversation with Roy Queen, and she thinks he is hilarious and understands why Jason is fond of their friendship, not that he would ever tell her that.

The dinner is delicious and she gets to sit by Damian’s side. It is nice to make fun of the people around her, and her brother is more than happy to indulge her giving her every ounce of information he has on certain people. “That woman with the feather hat has 5 cats, all named after her late husbands.” So what if most of the information he has is centered on their pets, it is still quite amusing seeing her brother so in his element, one that didn’t involve killing.

But the highlight of her night is when Jason kidnaps her and takes her to a secluded balcony just outside the ballroom, which is far away for them to have some privacy but still close enough for them to still hear the music playing.

“Thank the fuck this is almost over!” He swears just as the door of the balcony closes, they had spent the last 20 minutes listening to an old woman complain how her granddaughter wasn’t going to be able to travel with her to their yearly spa treatment in the Maldives because she was getting married. “How B and Tim deal with all these rich people shit all day I will never know!” She laughs.

“Well I do have to agree, that was some next-level rich people shit.” He smiles too and leans in the railing of the balcony facing her. He extends his hand to her, and when she finally takes it he pulls her to him. She now stands in between his legs, her chest pressed against his.

“Have I told you how hot you look in that dress yet?” She blushes furiously, but by the smirk on his face that was his goal all along “But really all I could think all night is how much I wanted to kiss you.”

The sincerity in his tone scares her, only a little. They haven’t discussed their relationship yet, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same. It was just so unfair to have his handsome self in a black suit, it made her chest feel tight and her face all warm.

Instead of voicing her own need, she simply got on her tippy toes, and with a chaste kiss stopped him from making her blush worse. If he was surprised, he didn’t show. One hand goes to her waits, bringing her closer to his body, the other he lays on her neck. She’s not sure how long they stay there, just enjoying each other, but by the time they separate themselves, she can see that Jason’s pupils are dilated, making his desire known.

“Do you know what tonight reminded me of?” He asks in a husky voice. “That time we went on a mission together…”

She knows very well what he's talking about. But she doesn't understand how it had anything to do with tonight. Most of her missions were solo ones, but there was one that for some reason Mother asked to take Jason with her. It was at the beginning of their relationship, and they still pretty much hated each other. They spend most of their time bickering or trying to beat the other, in training or not. She had been sent to a small village in the middle of nowhere in Scotland. Her goal was to dispose of a low-rank apprentice that betrayed the League, stealing some vital information and planning on selling it on the black market- The existence of the Lazarus Pits. That was her family’s best-kept secret, so you can understand the importance of that mission. To this day she doesn't know why her Mother hadn’t dealt with the situation herself, but she ended up having a great time so she didn’t complain.

At the time Jason was 16 years old, while she had just turned 14. He was going through puberty and was getting taller as the days went by, much to her annoyance. They had just finished with the mission when she suggested doing something he never expected her to do.

“I want to go to that party.” She points to said party happening at the plaza. It looked like some sort of spring festival, and Celtic music could be heard, the rhythm was joyful, the kind that makes you want to spend all day dancing. Jason looks shocked by her suggestion. Never in a million years, he would have thought that Pixie had in her to disobey her mother’s orders.

“You heard the boss, go in do the job and go straight back.” He remembers her, but she merely rolls her eyes.

“Come on don’t be lame, when did you ever follow the rules? Besides she would never know! We are only supposed to be back in two days, just a few hours won’t make a difference.” She doesn’t even wait for him to decide, just turns around and goes in the direction the music is coming from. With an exasperated sigh, he follows her. They steal some clothes from a nearby house to blend with their surroundings better. Marianne gets a flowy floral dress that’ big on her while Jason’s shirt and pants end up a bit on the tighter side.

It’s the middle of the day, but people are already plastered or on their way to becoming. Their casual clothes easily blended with the crowds. Marianne looked enamored with all the colorful decoration, and her wide eyes seemed captivating for some reason. Contrary to popular belief Jason didn’t hate her, he actually liked her, a lot, truly more than he should. She had a fire inside of her that attracted him. And there was also the fact that she had been the first person to show him kindness in a long time, even if he was an ass most of the time. So it came to no surprise to him when he kept thinking of how pretty she looked under the sunlight. She was a badass girl that could kick his ass in more ways than he could count. So sue him if he found that attractive.

He wasn’t one to dance but knew she loves to do so. And because of that he stayed leaned against a wall for most of their time there, just watching her dance freely with the other town teens. It was easy to forget she was younger than him, she was so wise and responsible, so it was quite a sight seeing her act her age. She laughed and skipped along with the rhythm of the beats. Someone had given her a flower crown and somehow she looked even more ethereal.

“Come on Jay!” She used the nickname that she thought he hated, it reminded him about his life before he was resurrected, but secretly he liked when she used it. She walks closer to him, out of breath with a rose tinge in her cheeks. “One dance and we can go.” She says, offering him her right hand. He takes it, but instead of allowing her to pull him to the dance floor, he pulls her into his body. Not having expected that she pitches forward tumbling a bit before supporting herself with a hand in his chest. He smirks at her, causing her to blush even more.

“You asshole!” She says without any heat, but he merely laughs before pushing her back to the dance floor.

“You know what- you still own me a dance!” She comments. She had been so flustered that day that she even forgot to push his buttons a bit to get her way, and only did realize that when she was laying in her bed on the League 18 hours later.

“You can only get me to dance once in your lifetime, are you sure you want to waste that here?” He arches an eyebrow as if daring her to disagree with him. She still is leaning against his body and is more than contented to allow him to hold her for a bit longer.

Rather than respond to his taunting she kisses him. It was just as she remembered, his lips are soft, and his wandering hands are rough, but the contrast only makes her want it more. He brings her closer, almost melding her body to his, and she can’t help but melt in his embrace.

The sound of a gasp makes them detangle themself in a hurry. She reaches for the hidden dagger strapped to her leg but relaxes when she sees it is only Dick staring at them with a shocked expression.

“How did- When- For how long- I mean” He looked so confused and lost, it was quite funny. Jason thought so too because unlike her he didn’t hold his laughter.

Dick recomposes himself, she can tell he is analyzing every interaction she had with Jason in his presence.

“You know what, now it’s not the time” He sighs, straightening himself. “I’m here ‘cause Bruce asked me to go get you, Mari, he wants to introduce you to someone.” She sends him a questioning look, but he just shrugs before turning and exiting the balcony, believing that they would follow him.

And they do.

Round the dance floor, she can see some couples dancing and others simply seating, it seemed that the party had wined down. In the distance, she sees that Dick has stopped at her Father’s side, and appears to be talking to someone, but the angle doesn’t allow her to see who he’s talking to. When she does reach closer and it is finally able to see who her Father wanted to introduce her to, she stops in her tracks for a second, not enough for anyone to notice. By the look Jason is giving her, he noticed but doesn’t question her. Not yet.

“Marianne, please allow me to introduce Emilie Agreste and her son, Adrien Agreste.” Her Father introduces them. She knows what’s he’s doing. His punishing her. Introducing her to the family of the man she killed just some months ago. “They are here to deal with some details about the late Gabriel Agreste.” He adds. It made sense. He did not know that Adrian had been her partner for those two years Hawkmoth terrorized Paris. He truly believed them to be the widowed wife and her model son that just suffer a terrible loss without knowing why.

She doesn’t let him get to her. He did not have all the facts, and she does not regret her actions, she obeyed the will of her kwamis.

“Sorry about your dad...” Jason says while rubbing the back of his neck. He’s not touching her anymore but is still very close to her side.

“I have heard about his demise, and I am sorry for your lost.” She says thusly. Emilie simply thank her. She looks better than the last time she saw her, healthier. She could tell that her husband’s death had saddened her, but she knew the truth, so she had made peace with his departure. Adrien just looked at her lost in thoughts, like he was trying to piece a puzzle together.

“Wait I know you from somewhere…” He suddenly says, his English is perfect but she can detect a hint of his French peeking through. She can feel Jason tense at her side. “Didn’t you use to work in ‘Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie’?” He asks.

She smiles.

“Yes, in the two years I lived with my godmother for my degree I used to help her in the store.” She’s glad that the backstory they created aligned with the one Sabine had given her, they just modified it a bit. “You probably remember me as Marinette. That was the name we decided would be safer for me at the time.” He seemed to understand that, being famous and just wanting to live a normal life, so he did not ask any more questions.

“Why don’t you two catch up while the adults discuss business?” Her Father suggests, not sounding like a suggestion at all. He guides Emilie to a table, but this time Dick stays by their side.

“Well, I believe it’s time I go, it’s way past Damian’s bedtime.” Dick says with a polite simile while pointing to where her brother is waiting by the door, with an expression that shows how much he wants to leave this place.

“Actually we were just on our way out too” Jason decide that now was the best time to make an exit. He throws his arm around her, and if she didn’t want to leave just as much as him she would have been mad he was acting all territorial. “Maybe next time…” He says to the blond as if sorry, but not sounding sorry at all.

“Yeah, sure!” Sunshine boy doesn’t look disappointed. “My mother wants to stay some more time… I think she’ll doing business with Wayne Entreprises…” He trails off, his focus now on where his mother is seated with her father. They looked engrossed in a conversation, and at some point, Tim had joined them.

“I’ll be sure to plan something.” Marianne supplies in a polite tone. The model nods, and that’s when they leave.

The deal she had with her Father was that she had to make an appearance, stay for until the party had widened down, and then she could leave, no questions asked. She was sure that her Father would not be happy with her leaving now, but Jason looked so done with everything that she went along with it. She wasn’t going to complain about leaving early a party she didn’t even want to go to in the first place.

They meet her brother by the entrance and they all leave the building and to her surprise Alfred is already there with the car, just waiting for them. The ride to the Manor is quiet, no one seemed in the mood for idle conversation, but more than once she caught Dick looking at her and Jason’s intertwined hands. He looked like he was in full detective mode, but refrained himself and did not ask them questions.

When they got to the Manor Damian and Dick immediately went to the Bat Cave to start to prepare for patrol, because Bruce was stuck at the Gala, Dick was going to be filling up for Batman.

“Aren’t you going with them?” Marianne questions Jason. He hadn’t moved from her side and was still holding her hand. But instead of answering her he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into a heated kiss.

She feels like she is floating, he holds and she’s safe. It was so scary how much power he had over her. Maybe it was because of that feeling that her mother was so against her relationship with him. Marianne wondered if her mother was just protection from feeling like this. But right at this moment, just enjoying the way his lips felt against hers, she realized how sad life could be if she had to give up feeling like this just for power.

He squeezes her waist and she can’t help the moan that escapes her mouth.

“Does this answer your question?” He asks with a husky voice, he looks so good it should be a sin. His hair is disheveled and she wanted to pass her hand through his hair. Giving him a smile she starts to pull her room.

It is a miracle when they finally arrived there. Jason was insistent in pulling her for another kiss every chance he got, so for a path that normally would only take 10 minutes, they took almost double.

He pushes her against the wall, just outside her room, trapping her within his arms. His body is pressed against hers, and all she could think is how she wants him. Jason thinks she looks like a Goddess, her pupils are blown wide, and her lips are swollen. She looks like channeled sin. She grabs the front of his jacket bringing him as closer to her body as possible. And it takes all the power in him, not to rip that beautiful dress out of her body right that second. He had stared at her all night, just dreaming at the moment they would finally be alone, but now that the time has finally come all he wants to do is freeze the time, so he can stare at her bluebell eyes for all eternity. She was the only woman that could make him feel this way, and that made his chest feel funny. He knew that they had so much they needed to talk about, things that happened in those three years they were apart, but right now all he can focus on is the way her body feels against his and how sweet her lips taste. The kiss is heated and wild, and he loves it.

Ending the kiss, he opens the door of the bedroom and leads her inside.

Patrol could wait, but the Goddess in front of him needed his undivided attention.

Hello, my readers! So I surprised myself with the length of this chapter... He was even supposed to be bigger but I decided the scene I originally was going to end the chapter looked better on the next one, and no it is not smut, sorry to disappoint. So they kissed! Thoughts? Not really sure about this chapter, but I do hope you like it. It's not one of my favorites, but there are some things that need to be addressed before the next chapters. Next week my classes start once again! I'll try to keep my posting at least once a month (As I've been doing so far) but you all know how chaotic life can get! Thank you for the support so far! Love you all!

ALSOOO: If anyone is interested, here are the dresses the ladies wore to the Gala:

Marianne

Stephanie

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