Suits, like the hero, come in all different shapes and sizes. Sometimes they look great, but most of the time they're hideous. But, nonetheless, we wear them with pride. Our suits reflect our kwamis and our powers. And believe it or not, they have a purpose to being made like this.
"I look ridiculous," Chat Noir said. He held up the long belt tail and scowled down at his boots.
"Why the hell do I need thigh high boots? And how am I supposed to fight with this ridiculously long tail?"
"You look fine, Chat," Ladybug insisted. "Now come on we have to get going or else we'll be behind on our patrol."
He huffed and followed behind the red-clad superhero. She didn't have anything to complain about. Her suit was decorated enough to convey her kwami but practical enough to not restrict her movements or negatively impact her during a fight. Though her ribbons were a bit long . . .
"Chat if you don't stop sulking I swear-"
He never got to find out what she would do because a scream interrupted her. Both heroes snapped their heads in the direction of the sound and, with a kick nod to each other, they ran to see what happened.
As they got closer, the situation became clearer. There was a man dressed in all black who was pulling at a woman's purse while his shorter and pudgier companion waved a gun at her. The lady was crying and obviously scared, but she refused to let go of her purse.
"I guess chivalry is dead," Chat spoke up. His sulking was momentarily forgotten and he took up his usual mischievous smirk. "Quite a shame, isn't it, Ladybug?"
"It is," she replied. "Guess we have to taught them the manners they apparently never learned." She unhooked her yoyo from her belt and swing it around the arm of the man with the gun. She pulled on the yoyo, causing the burglar to fall forward and on the ground. Chat Noir used the momentary shock to grab the woman and lead her around the corner and a safe distance away from the fight that would surely begin. After giving her directions to call the police and run, he turned around and ran back to assist his Lady.
Ladybug was engaged in a fist fight with the taller criminal. She was slowly backing him into a wall and was easily dodging his punches. This was going to be a piece of cake. The criminal Ladybug was fighting with could barely keep up with her and the other one . . .
Wait, where was the other one?
Chat scanned the dark alley but didn't see him. He had fallen on the floor, so maybe he had crawled behind a garbage can or-
The unmistakable gleam of light reflecting off a blade caught his eye. He looked down quick enough to see the man's blade swiping at his leg, but he didn't have time to react quick enough. He braced himself for the pain he would feel in his leg. But, it never came. He looked down at his leg in surprise. Instead of a gash with blood pouring out of it, there was only a scuff mark. The material of his obnoxiously long boots had prevented the knife from cutting skin. Chat Noir smirked at the man's dumbfounded expression. His expression soon turned into one of rage and he raised the blade again, only for his hand to be caught by Chat Noir's belt tail. Chat disarmed the man and knocked him out with the end of his bataan.
"At least now we know why you're suit looks like that," Ladybug said with a smile.
Chat looked up and tried to suppress the goofy grin he was undoubtedly sporting. "I mean, I guess it's not that bad."
Ladybug laughed and threw him a roll of rope. "Right. Help me tie these guys up."
He grabbed the rope and started tying the smaller burglar's hands.