Chapter 2

Marinette couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

As soon as Marinette had cleaned up, gotten dressed and stepped out of her hotel room, Madame Bustier was just...there.

Standing there very creepily.

Yes, Marinette knew she didn't mean to come off that way but she should know better than to just stand and wait outside a students room.

Even if this is Gotham.

"Good morning, Marinette!" the red headed teacher said with a bright smile. At this point, Marinette was convinced that the cheery grin was her default expression and she wasn't sure if that was concerning or not.

"Good morning, Madame Bustier." Marinette said, forcing a bright smile onto her face.

She was tired, sue her. She got left behind...WHILE SHE WAS TRYING TO SAVE PARIS, sorry if she just wants the class to wait a few more measly minutes.

It took her 5 minutes to stop Mr. Pigeon.

Does that mean that her teacher didn't even let her students have a bathroom break after a what...8 and a half hour flight?!

Not to mention the mental and emotional drain of being anywhere near her biological father's adopted son.

So yes, she was very tired.

And she was sure that whatever Madame Bustier was going to tell her, more like ask, was going to drain her of energy even more.

She may be the wearer of the Miraculous of luck, but Marinette was by no means lucky.

At least right now she wasn't.

"I stopped by your room this morning because Lila said that she would need to go to the Botanical Gardens earlier than the schedule has planned because of a few allergies she has. I was wondering if you could change the time and date of when we'd be leaving…"

To which Marinette blinked tiredly at the woman.

Was she serious?!

She spent actual weeks planning this trip so it would benefit everyone in this class' future, including Lila's.

If the teacher or anyone else wanted this trip to be scheduled differently, she should've been informed a lot sooner.

Like as soon as she made a packet with all the information about this trip several weeks before they got on the plane sooner.

But she'd yell at her teacher another time.

For now, she just went with blinking slowly at her teacher for a few more seconds as she wished for a cup of coffee.

After a few seconds of utter silence from the girl, Madame Bustier must've gotten confused?

Yeah, Marinette didn't know what went through her mind but she could say with complete accuracy that she actually expected a good answer.

So naturally being the great student that she is, Marinette did in fact give her reasoning.

"Madame, if you, Lila, or any of the other students wanted or needed the schedule to have been changed, I needed to be informed as soon as they got the information packets. The very same information packets that I handed out weeks ago. I would have been happy to accommodate Lila's, or anyone else's needs but I wasn't informed of them."

"But-"

"As it is, the whole trip is practically planned minute by minute, I can't just change one part of it without changing the entire trip, and I really don't feel like doing 3 weeks worth of replanning for a trip I already planned. Lila will have to go in her own free time without dragging the entire class into it."

The red headed teacher nodded slowly as if seeing reason before she smiled, though it looked a bit too wide to be real.

"Yes, well thank you, Marinette. For informing me of this. I'll tell Lila that that's what you said. I'll see you in half an hour. We'll be touring Wayne Enterprises then." Madame Bustier said before she softly sighed and walked away, leaving Marinette to question just who planned the trip because now they were going to be touring Wayne Enterprises.

Oh, yes.

That's right.

She just had this conversation.

She was the one who planned it.

Innocence, or in her case nativity to her 'father's' identity, IS bliss.

For now, she'd just scream into her very soft pillow for five minutes before getting breakfast.

At least the class couldn't be stupid enough to leave her behind again, right?

Right?!

——

Whoever had left a tiny foreign student unattended and forgotten in Gotham was going to pay.

Dick had wanted a semi-normal morning.

He woke up, got ready for the hopefully exciting day of being a tour guide for France's best students, maybe if he was lucky, strike up a business deal with the Agreste's and/or Bourgeois since they're children were both in this class.

But NOOO…

The teacher had apparently forgotten a student at the hotel and NOBODY, bar the Agreste and Bourgeois heirs as well as Nino Lahiffe and Alya Ceisaire, was even looking for her!

Don't even get Dick started on how they looked more than willing to just start the tour without her.

Or how one of them did nothing but lie and slander his family all while trash talking the missing student.

Not to mention the girl's horrendous outfit and hairstyle!

Who would WILLINGLY dress up as a sausage!

And no, he was NOT going to bring up the mullet and the old Nightwing uniform.

Or how the teacher is insisting that the missing student was just being petty and misbehaving.

Scratch that, he would mention that.

He would also mention that that comment sent him over the edge.

At this point, he'd be pretty dang upset if smoke or fire WASN'T bellowing out of his ears.

His only saving grace was one Kagami Tsurugi.

And man, was it such a relief to see not only a familiar face, but also one who seemed to know what to do in this situation.

Never once had Dick been so grateful that he practically forced Damian into attending his school's fencing classes.

Thankfully, Kagami had informed him that the missing student, one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, had a few friends here in Gotham that were willing to give her a ride.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng…

Dick can't help but let his brain go straight to the ramblings that Tim had had the night before after getting home from a business trip.

And Dick can't help but remember how in said ramblings, Tim had described her as a mini female Bruce.

And now Dick's subconscious is telling him that if she is anything like the rest of them, she'll get here as dramatically as possible.

Of course, Dick didn't know that was his subconscious and just thought that that was his inner Jason.

Imagine his surprise when a tiny 5'2 black haired, blue eyed girl that looks scarily like Damian and Bruce rides up on a hot pink motorcycle with starbucks in hand and says in a cute voice, in which he can't help but notice barely had a french accent and had it not been for his years in training he would have missed, 'I got coffee, what did I miss.'

If this wasn't his sister, Dick promised that he'd adopt her himself.

——

Marinette had never been so thankful that Penny had recommended a friend of hers into being Marinette's assistant.

Seriously, Charlotte was a lifesaver.

As soon as she realized that the class had left her behind, she called up Charlotte and told her the situation.

To which the kind hearted woman immediately drove over to her from where she was visiting family here in Gotham.

With a beautiful hot pink motorcycle and the best smelling cup of coffee from starbucks Marinette had yet to come across.

So, she called up Kagami about the situation and told her to tell the class about what had happened before she made her way to Wayne Enterprises.

And as soon as she got there, she couldn't help but put a name to a face.

Specifically their tour guide's face.

And she couldn't help but notice that he looked exactly like Richard Graqyson, the same Richard Grayson that Bruce Wayne had adopted.

She'd panic later.

She is too high on caffeine to care at this point.

And what happened as soon as she got there in style?

Lila blamed her for the fact that they left fifteen minutes earlier.

And Lila blamed her for making a scene.

The fact that people actually believed her says more about their intellectual capability than Lila's.

Thankfully, Richard, or as he liked to be called, Dick, didn't seem to believe anything the Sausage-haired liar said.

Marinette could literally not express how grateful she was for that.

Nor could she express how awful his jokes were.

The only good things that came from those puns were that they definitely made the tour…interesting to say the least.

Seriously, why do so many people in her life like puns?!

First there's her Dad, and Kim, then Cat Noir, and now this guy?!

They were all horrible at making jokes.

But if she maybe sorta giggled at a few of them, only Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien would know.

She'd swear them to secrecy later.

For now, she's going to ignore all of the curious glances that Dick was throwing her way that he seemed to think he was being subtle about.

Seriously, how had no one figured out their identities yet?!

It's like watching someone fall in slow motion.

And Marinette was NOT having it.

Nor was she having being left behind…

AGAIN!

Which is exactly what happened.

Three times in twenty four hours…

At least none of them had the authority to take away her ride.

Take THAT, Liar Rossi!

So, she pulled up a map onto her phone, grabbed her motorcycle, and started on her way home.

At least tomorrow she'd be going to Gotham Academy.

——

"Please tell me you at least know how to get back."

Okay now, he sounded desperate.

But a flinch and holding up her phone was all the man needed to know.

And he was not happy.

Marinette will never understand why it felt so much better to travel by grappling hook than by yo-yo.

——

—

"So we're just...not gonna talk about how moonlight looks exactly like a mini female B, right?" Jon asked with a small grin, not knowing of the chaos he was about to unleash.

"Moonlight?"

And yes, Jon should have mentioned that Damian was extremely protective of their unofficial little sister.

"Yeah, Marinette." Jon asked, his grin now completely taking over his features as he thought about the girl who was like a sister he never had.

A glare from Damian should have been all he needed to know to stop.

He didn't get the hint.

Thankfully, Jason in full Red Hood uniform came up to them almost as soon as he finished patrol, so at least now Jon won't have to worry about a kryptonite infused katana.

"Marinette? As in Marinette Dupain-Cheng?"

Damian's eyes narrowed at his brother while Jon nodded excitedly.

"How do you know her?" Damian asked, tense and looking about ready to attack Jason.

Jason took off his helmet and Jon could see even through the white's of his mask that his eyes were narrowed.

"She beat up a few muggers who were tagging her."

Both Damian and Jon tensed at that but Jason kept going.

"She didn't even turn around. Just punched them and knocked 'em out in one hit. Thing of beauty, really. I helped her back to her hotel after that."

Damian seemed to relax after that comment.

"She looks like you and Bruce though, Demon-Spawn."

And then Damian went right back to tensing.

"I swear she glared exactly like you, too. I almost wet myself. Y'know, if she wasn't sweeter than a cupcake."

Jon could now hear rushed, frantic, and loud footsteps coming towards them and turned just in time to see an equally frantic Tim with coffee in his hand, not that that wasn't unusual.

"I have news!" was the only thing Tim said before he took a rushed sip of his coffee, giving the perfect chance for Jason to make a comment.

"Well, if it isn't going to be about how Marinette Dupain-Cheng is more adorable than a puppy and can still kick mugger butt, then I'm not interested."

Tim blinked at Jason in confusion a few times before he looked back at Damian and Jon.

"Well, more like how she's actually Bruce's daughter."

"Ha! I told you!" Jon said with an excited shout.

"Not gonna ask about that...But I was gonna say that a few weeks before they came here, her school did a biology project." Tim said, his voice slightly higher pitched with excitement.

"Yes, and…" Jason said, motioning for Tim to continue, though Jon can't help but feel like Damian was being oddly quiet.

When Jon looked at his best friend though, Jon couldn't help but think that whatever Damian was going to say was going to shock Jason and Tim.

Just then, Dick and Bruce walked into the Batcave.

And they had both heard at least a fraction of what they were talking about.

So, at Bruce's slightly confused look, Tim said in a cheery voice, "And...well, Bruce, you are the father!"

"A 'you are the father' reference. Nice." Jason looked at ease for a few seconds before he dragged his hands through his hair.

"What the frick! You got to meet her before any of us! Uh Uh. Pixie-Pop's too sweet to be related to either of them."

Of course, at this point Bruce had frozen in shock, Dick was squealing about a new sister, Tim was arguing with Jason, and Alfred had just walked into the Batcave with scones.

"Wait, shoot. Damian's always going on about being the blood son."

Jon couldn't remember who said it, but it ended with Damian tensing.

"She...never told me." was all the older boy said, his voice slightly raw with emotion and eyes rounded a bit.

"Dames, think about it, she's only here for a few weeks. Not to mention, have you met her?! She's too humble to admit something like being a Wayne."

Damian seemed lighter after that, though even Jon had to admit that he was slightly upset that Marinette had not told them anything about this.

But, if Jon was anything, he was an optimist.

And ever the optimist, Jon knew that Marinette had a good reason for why she didn't tell them.

"Oh, when her class left her behind at the airport, Alfred and I drove her to the hotel. She mentioned something about there being an emotional terrorist in Paris."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?"