Tikki and Plagg watched from their spot in the rafters.
Marinette had covered for them when they made the trip from her backpack.
They both watched the couple below them.
Fascinated by this turn of events.
But Tikki was getting restless. "So?"
"So what?" Plagg asked without taking his eyes off the scene.
"Damian. What do you say about Damian?"
A moment of time to consider.
"He's very clearly out of his comfort zone and has practically proposed to a girl he literally met two days ago. You can't expect me to not like him after all the casual chaos he makes." The kwami of destruction looked at her. "And trust me. He is not kidding in the least about wanting to marry her."
Tikki was doing a happy dance and was close to squealing. "You really think so? Oh, they are so good for each other. You should see how much Marinette has started opening up again."
"I'm not surprised. Our Bug managed to find one of mine after all."
The red kwami suddenly stopped moving.
Her jaw and eyes open wide. "He's one of yours?"
He nodded resolutely. "Without a doubt."
"This hasn't happened in 2000 years!"
"Bug must have had some amazing luck this week. The chance of this happening is tiny."
"This explains so much." She flew back and forward as if pacing. "The instant trust, how quickly they're opening up, their ease with each other... Should we tell them?"
"Maybe someday, but not yet. It doesn't really matter anyway. It would only make her question if any of it is real."
"Of course it's real. This doesn't change how they feel about each other. It just makes them get their quicker."
"We know that, but try explaining it to a girl that's kept having to listen as her partner kept telling her they were destined to fall in love and all that." Plagg grinned. "Plus imagine all the chaos when they figure it out."
It might seem unusual for him to be the voice of reason, but he'd filled that roll many times over the years.
Creation had a way of flying away with people.
Creativity didn't always have a firm grip on reality.
Destruction needed a grounded mind.
"What's there to figure out?"
The grin grew even bigger. "Let's just say I recognise his style."
The two kwamis eventually returned to watching the date.
Their conversation fresh in their minds, but interested to see how this would unfold.
Creation and destruction always rocked the world when they came together.
"But I still want to know if he likes camembert."
The date went on into the early evening.
They'd talked for ages.
"Angel, I think we're courting."
"We probably are."
"Probably?"
"We've had two dates and a casual hang out with one of our friends. "
"Don't forget that we're discussing when we're having our next one."
"There's also the fact that we've already talked about marriage and it's something I'm somehow considering seriously however absurd that may be."
"If we keep this up we'll be engaged before you know it."
"Don't propose until we've known each other for at least a month. Explaining how I got engaged to someone I recently bumped into on the street isn't on my bucket list."
"We're sixteen. Would you actually say yes if I proposed in a month?"
"Maybe. Wouldn't be that big of a deal and we're soon seventeen anyway."
"I might have a limited amount of knowledge about how this is supposed to work, but I'm relatively sure your parents would object to that."
"Nah, they got engaged three weeks after they met. Four months later they were happily married at eighteen."
"I wouldn't have guessed you'd be willing to do anything like that."
"Let's make one thing clear. I know what I want from life and I know where I'm going. I might not know exactly where you fit in yet, but if I'm sure then I'm not going to wait around just because it's what people expect."
"I can agree with that mindset."
"Then we're on the same page, but I hope you know that I'm going to have to find a nickname for you too."
"What did I tell you?" Plagg gloated.
In Paris a baker looked up from his work and to his wife. "Do you feel like something important just happened?"
Sabine frowned a bit. "Yeah, but I can't put my finger on it."
"Me neither." Tom filled up the piping bag.
"Oh, well. We'll figure it out in time. How far along are you on that wedding cake?"
Bruce Wayne were preparing for the worst.
Tomorrow a young french designer would come to the manor.
The manor in which a certain Damian Wayne lived.
His son had scared their last visitor away within minutes of entering.
He was already considering how much money he'd have to hand over to avoid law suits by the girl and her parents.
That night Alfred stumbled upon more drawings of the girl with even more detail.
That same night two teenagers stumbled upon each other on the rooftops.