Chapter 115

Marinette's P.O.V:

"Our guest should be here soon." Alfred informed as he gathered up all the dishes after breakfast.

"Why are they showing up so early anyways?" Jason asked. "The Gala doesn't start until 2."

"We have some League things to discuss." Bruce looks over to me. "Plus, they have seen the headlines about our newest member and are curious. Apparently, Damian is driving Jon insane."

"What do you mean by that?" I look over to my boyfriend with confusion.

"I've been ignoring Jon's calls and insistent texts." Damian almost looked bored about it all. "I knew that if I answered him that he would only have more questions. He's the kind of person you should explain things to in person or it will just be that much more annoying."

"That's not very nice." I looked at him sternly.

"Sorry, Angel." He gives me a crooked smile. "But I think you will understand once you meet him."

"Jon has a bit of an overbearing personality." Barbara informs. "He's nice and he means well though. He's also a little bit excitable."

"So, he's the opposite of Damian?" I joked.

"That's a good way of looking at it." Tim agreed.

"Yeah." Dick chuckled. "Baby bird here is more of the serious type whereas Jon is much more carefree."

"You mean childish." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Careful. He might be able to hear you." Barbara jokes.

"Good. Maybe he'll grow up."

"Dami!" I scold.

"I'm sorry, Angel. That was uncalled for." He looks at me apologetically.

"Do you say things like that to his face?" I ask.

"Yes." The rest of the family answers in unison.

"Jon doesn't really care though. He thinks of it as a joke." Dick informs. "Carefree, remember?" He laughs.

Just then, there is a ring at the doorbell.

"Come on." Bruce gestures for everyone to follow. "Let's introduce them to Marinette."

It's a short walk to the frond door and Bruce is the one to open the door for the guests.

"Hello, Clark. Hello, Lois. Hello, Jon." Bruce nods to them all he steps aside and lets the door swing wide. "Come on in."

I was surprised when I recognized them. I had been around Alya enough to know all of the famous journalist out there, and Clark Kent and Lois Lane were among the most popular. Lois was a beautiful woman with striking blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair that went just past her collar bones. Pictures of Clark on the other hand didn't seem to do him any justice. He was much larger than I thought he would be. He's even a few inches taller than Bruce, who was one of the largest men I had ever seen. Clark has slicked back hair and thick rimmed glasses on his strong and angular face. He also carried garment bags, which confused me for a second before remembering that they were all going to the Gala too. And then there was Jon. He had an almost childish look of wonder on his face as he looked at me. Jon was clearly a few inched taller than Damian but I could tell that Jon was still a few years younger than him, but not by much. He looked a lot like his father only much younger. His face was still a bit babyish in comparison to his fathers but they both had the same dark hair and blue eyes. Jon's smile, however, was a mirror of his mother's beautiful smile.

"Hi, I'm Jon." The tall teen walked up to me and held his hand out for me to shake.

"Hello, Jon." I smiled brightly at his excitement and shake his hand. "I'm Marinette. It's so nice to meet one of Damian's friends."

"More like Damian's only friend." Jon laughed.

"Give the girl some space, Jon." Lois spoke up before looking over to me. "Sorry about my son. He's been very excited to meet you. I'm Lois and this is my husband Clark." She gestured to the large man beside her.

"Hello." I waved and giggled a bit nervously at the two. It seemed to have just hit me that I was talking to Superman.

"Well she's refreshing." Clark looked over to Bruce. "Where did you find this little ray of sunshine?"

"See? I'm not the only one." Jason laughed.

Clark looked at him with confusion before Jason spoke up to clarify.

"Sunshine is one of my nicknames for Marinette." He reached over to pat my head.

"Quit patting my head, Jay." I smacked his hand away. "I'm not a dog." I laughed.

"Why don't we head to the living room to talk." Alfred said. "I can take those for you if you would like." He pointed to the garment bags Clark was holding.

"Sure. Thanks, Alfred." Clark handed him the bags.

"So, have you been ignoring me on purpose?" Jon asked as we made our way to the living room.

"Yes." Damian said without remorse. He absentmindedly took my hand as we walked.

Jon laughed at Damian's bluntness before catching sight of his best friends' hand interwoven with mine and abruptly stopped. "Woah! You're holding her hand?"

"Jon!" Clark snapped at his son and then shook his head.

"Sorry, Dad." He smiled nervously.

"Anyways." Bruce sat down on a large recliner and Selina sat gracefully on the arm of the chair with him. "Everyone have a seat. I'm sure you have some questions."

I found myself sat between Jon and Damian on one of the couches. Kori and Dick took the loveseat while Jason and Tim took the other couch. Clark and Lois mirrored Bruce and Selina on the recliner across from them. Barbara just parked her wheelchair next to the couch I was sitting on.

"You know." Clark smiled at Bruce. "I remember the days when you said you worked alone." He looked around at everyone in the room before settling his gaze back on the billionaire. "You were quite a liar back then."

"I suppose I was." Bruce had a ghost of a smile on his face.

"You don't sound like you are from Gotham, Marinette." Lois looked at me. "Are you French?"

"Yes." I smiled. "I'm from Paris."

"Cool." Jon grinned down at me from where he sat beside me . "What's Paris like?"

"It's a beautiful city. Much calmer now that Hawkmoth is gone."

"Hawkmoth?" Jon looked at me with confusion.

"That's what I wanted to speak to you about." Bruce looked at Clark.

"Okay." Clark's face immediately looked serious.

"I'm guessing that you had no idea what was happening to Paris up until a few months ago?"

"No. Should I be concerned?"

"Not anymore. Marinette took care of it." He nodded his head in the direction of me. "Unfortunately, she had to deal with a supervillain terrorizing her city for years. We should be grateful for what she has done."

"Paris had been terrorized for years?" Clark had a genuine look of confusion on his face. "How did we not know?"

"There was a multitude of reasons." Bruce began. "For one, the Parisian government blocked any international media about it and two, Marinette's powers prevented any permanent damage."