A/N: A warning before reading this, it covers some very tough issues, so it might not be for everyone. I was brain storming some ideas with a friend for a fanfic she's working on and this came to me. Not going to say which one to avoid spoilers for their project. I might do another chapter, not 100% decided yet.

Adrien laid on his couch, the rain was pouring hard outside, so hard it sounded it was going to break the windows leading into his balcony.

He couldn't sleep, the image of Luka striking Marinette, hitting her, beating her, forcing her to-NO! He stopped himself continuning that train of thought and took a deep sharp intake of breath, growling in anger as he did, trying his best to not let his imagination over take him and stick to what he did know.

He spotted Ladybug on a nearby rooftop, the second he did, he let her in, she was in a mess and all he could do was hold her with a towel as she cried.

She managed to explain she had gone to talk to Luka, she said she owed him that, granted Adrien thought differently but the second he realized she had slept with someone else he lost it. After he was the one who had been banging random fan girls in the bed they shared whilst Marinette was out as Ladybug fighting akumas.

''Fucking hypocrite.'' Adrien mumbled as his fist tightened, opposite him Plagg was floating just out of Adrien's visible line of sight. He didn't like the feelings he was sensing from his chosen holder.

She claimed Luka started to lose it, screaming, swearing and then was about to throw something to the ground but when Marinette saw it was the last gift her Grandmother Dupain had given her before she passed away, she had get it from him.

Next thing Marinette knew she lost her footing and smack her face against the coffee table.

''Bullshit.'' Adrien growled, almost like a snarl.

He had been helping out at a community center for abuse victims, a shelter for people who just wanted to get help or get away from the people who hurt them.

People like husbands or wives or parents who claimed they loved them but still beat them, hurt them and even forced them to-

Adrien closed his eyes tight, a tear running down his cheek as he remembered one small boy telling him how he had to call the police for his mother because his dad had broken her jaw …

''He didn't mean it …'' Marinette had said to him, ''It was an accident …'' She had said also.

''They always make excuses for them …'' The care worker had said.

''I deserve this, I'm a filthy two-timing slut just like he said …'' Marinette had said crying into his arms.

''The victims always think it's their fault and blame themselves.'' The care worker continued as a pregnant woman with a broken arm walked past him.

Adrien shot up right as a bolt of lightning illuminated the room, thunder roaring as he made eye contact with Plagg. The look he gave his kwami scared him to his tiny bones.

''Don't do this kid …'' Plagg whispered, pleadingly to Adrien but to no avail.

''PLAGG! CLAWS OUT!''

…

Marinette continued to sleep, the ibuprofen Adrien had offered her was helping her to relax, helping to forget the pain on one half of her face from when she tripped.

She slept and dreamt of Adrien as Chat holding her in his arms, carrying her to rooftop to rooftop, just like on a night of the Glaciator incident.

In her dreams, Adrien hadn't left that rainy night to sneak revenge on Luka as thunder and lighting echoed, in her dreams he hadn't stopped to help Roger who was being attacked by a gang of 7 thugs who had jumped him and his colleague.

In her dreams, she didn't see him smash the roof of the car with his landing, she didn't see him break arms, legs, back with his batons, she didn't see his rage as he nearly sliced one of the thugs hands off with his claw.

In her dreams, she didn't hear the snaps of legs, arms and collar bones as the sweet model boy had a look of blood lust on him.

In her dreams, she didn't see the look of horror on Roger's face as he tried to carry his unconscious colleague to safety, the blood from his head wound leaving a small trial as he dragged him.

In her dreams, she didn't see the image of Chat Noir covered head to toe in red patches and splats of blood, surrounded by 7 badly beaten and bleeding thugs …. One of them even crying for his mommy …