In a seedy city full of fog, there was a large conference building. It was clean and had a modern look to it to match the surrounding buildings with a similar look.

Inside, people flutter about getting ready for a party. High class clients mingling and networking as the waiting staff busy themselves. The catering service coming from a foreign country and the entertainers being the most highly sought after.

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"Father, why do you insist I be here?"

A young boy with a mean glare said as he is the spiting image of his father. He wore the same grey suit.

The young boy was then explained to that this party is important for networking and since it is the summer and he doesn't have school, it would be best to have him learn his father's work.

"What does socializing with harlots and pathetic men have any impact on the Wayne name? I-"

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While an argument between the two began, a young girl skips a round her dad as he takes a tray of food out of the oven and onto the table.

"Now watch carefully my little cupcake, I am going to decorate this sweet bread with chocolate smiley faces!"

"Papa, I want one!"

"Later, baby, these are for our clients."

"Hun, are the refreshments ready?"

"Yes, love!"

"Can I help mama?"

"Sure, sweet heart. Take this basket and follow me."

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This party had a theme, sugarplum fairies. Some came with masks and others without. The hall was decorated with fairy lights and various colors. The little girl stared in awe of it all.

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The party had been going well and the young boy hadn't fussed much after being left alone midway through the night by the adults that annoyed him.

The girl stayed by the table with her parents as they watched over the table. Not many of the party goers actually ate what they thought to be cheap food set up in a cheap manner. The ones that did eat, frequent the table or had a waiter get it for them.

One young man that stayed near by the table seemed tired and the girl's mother talked with him out of worry. The girl was a curious child that tentively tried to talk too, but she didn't know English like her parents.

"I marimet, how um...."

"Her name is Marinette, she wants to know how are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Nice to meet you, little Marinette."

She smiled slightly confused. Her mother translated for her.

"Ah! What name you be?"

"I can speak French so if it's a little easier for you?"

"Okay!! What is you name mister?"

"My name is Tim. Are you tired, it has been a long night."

"I not tired, are you tired? Mister Timmy."

"Ah...no no, I'm not."

"Okay, you hungry? Mama and papa make yummy snacks!! I go get you one!"

They watch her run skip over to the table.

"You have a very sweet child. But what is she doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We didn't have anyone to watch her and she can't be left alone. We were hoping there was a daycare here, but no luck. So we did the next best thing. Cevelar vests. She wouldn't wear it unless if was pink and let her bedazzled it. What's more is that she didn't want to be a part from us either."

"I can see that."

Marinette came back with orange tarts with chocolate on top.

"Here the tasty!!"

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Bye!