Chat and Bubbler walked back into the house to find Plagg standing on a chair and getting everyone's attention by waving a paper in the air and blowing a whistle sound through his thumb and index finger.
Chat looked up at him with a dark expression and Bubbler threw his arm around his best friend's shoulders.
"Listen up!" Plagg yelled over the crowd of men that were busy dismantling and cleaning their guns. "The state museum has an important artifact from a sunken ship. It's worth 5.4 billion dollars! I want it in my hands by tomorrow morning. I don't care how it lands in my paws, but one of you better have it. Here's a mock drawing of the item and a blueprint of the joint." He passed the papers to Chat Noir. "Chat's in charge. You know the drill, boys!" Plagg waved them off. "Chat, my office."
Bubbler cringed at his best friend and slapped his shoulder, before walking away.
Chat Noir sighed and walked behind Plagg to his office.
"Sit, kid." Plagg gestured to the chair across from his desk and took a cigar from a wooden box on his desk. He clipped the end and lit it with a match.
Chat sat down in the seat and took his hat off his head.
"I heard you went to see Ladybug at Tikki's Palace. I can't afford for you to get caught up in those doll eyes of hers. Don't get doll dizzy, got it?" Plagg turned to face Chat Noir and he blew out smoke into his face.
Chat waved the smoke away and coughed. "Got it."
"I need your head on straight for this run. I need you to be focused. Got it?" Plagg spoke with the cigar between his teeth and he suddenly slammed his fist down onto the desk and Chat jumped. "I'm serious, kid."
Chat nodded with wide eyes and held his hands up. "I got it, Plagg."
"Good. Now go, I want that jewel in my hands by morning." Plagg fell into his seat and Chat stood up to leave.
"Remember, kid. She's just like every other call-girl. They could give two shakes about a man like you." Plagg spoke with his cigar in his hand and pointed at him, before placing it back in his mouth.
Chat stiffened and clenched his hand into a fist at his side, before straightening up, clearing his throat, and walking out of the office to get ready.
Bubbler walked up to his best friend with a tommy gun resting on his shoulder. "You okay?" He could tell something was off with Chat.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Chat Noir put on a confident expression and walked further into the room with his chest out. "Everyone! Listen up! This ain't no affair. We have to get in and out. Got it? This is a serious job! Don't screw it up or I'll personally drop and ditch you!" Chat caught a tommy gun that was thrown at him. "Let's go!"
Stoneheart, Evillustrator, and Bubbler followed him out of the mansion and into the Packard. Chat cocked his gun, as they sped off towards the museum in the moonlight.
Marinette sat in her small apartment and sat at her walnut vanity, brushing her hair. Her thoughts filtered to the man with the mask that had been sitting at the table, front and center.
Something about him made her nervous, yet intrigued her. She couldn't quite place her finger on it though. What made him so appealing? What made him so intimidating? She sighed and set her brush down.
Bubbler parked the Packard in the back of the museum, while Chat Noir and Stoneheart got out of the car. Evillustrator stood outside the back entrance to the museum.
Chat Noir and Stoneheart cocked their guns and nodded to Bubbler and Evillustrator. Stoneheart kicked the door in and he ran in with guns blazing.
People screamed and ducked for cover among the artifacts.
"Get down! Get down! Unless you want to be clipped!" Stoneheart called out and fried more rounds into the ceiling.
Chat Noir snuck around to the exhibit that held the jewel that Plagg had ordered. The green gem caught his eye and he smirked. He walked over to it and slid the glass dome off of it, before he felt a presence behind him. He suddenly swung around and pressed his pistol into the guard's forehead. Chat glared at him with a crooked smile, released the safety, and cocked the hammer on the gun. The guard held his hands in the air, before Chat pulled the trigger and watched the man drop to the floor. He put the safety back on, and placed the pistol back into the hollister and pocketed the jewel, before replacing the glass and whistling to Stoneheart, as he ran past the room Stoneheart had been in.
Stoneheart fired, as he made his way back out of the museum and out the back door to the car.
Chat Noir jumped in, followed by Stoneheart and Evillustrator.
"Go, go, go!" Chat circled his hand in the air to gesture for Bubbler to hurry and drive away.
He hit the gas and used the suicide knob to take a corner fast. He swung back fast and hit him in the knuckle. Bubbler hissed and shook his hand, before taking control over the wheel again and took them back towards the mansion.
They burst through the double doors to find Plagg waiting for them in the grand foyer.
"You get it, boys?" Plagg jumped down from the stairs and sauntered over to them.
Chat held out the jewel and Plagg took it.
"Pennies from heaven." Plagg smiled and pocketed the gem in his hidden coat pocket. "Rest up. You boys get a few days off."
"Thanks, Boss." They all called out and Chat cleared his throat and walked off to his bedroom to be alone.
Chat Noir threw his mask down on his desk. He slipped the hollister from his shoulders and dismantled each Lugar onto the top of his desk.
He hated killing people, that's why he always kept the safety on. Chat ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes. The memory of the guard's face flashed before his eyes and his hands shook.
The kick back from his gun ricocheted around him and flowed through his left arm again. He took a deep breath and tried to be the mobster, he was supposed to be, but it was difficult.
He loved the adrenaline, not the murder. Chat tugged at his hair and let his hands slide back down to the task at hand.
Chat began to clean his pistols and put them away in a secret compartment in the desk. He shrugged off his suit and put on a white button down shirt with khaki slacks. He slid his mask into his pocket and escaped out the back of the house to his black AJS 500cc Model 18 motorcycle.
He kicked it to life and headed to his father's mansion. Adrien didn't like the life of being the son of an arms manufacturer any more than being the errand boy for a mob boss, but it wasn't his choice.
Chat Noir visited Tikki's Palace for weeks. Every night he'd sit at the same table with the same drink. He smirked and watched how Ladybug would move her hips and dip her back.
When she finished up her act, he slipped backstage, after slamming back the rest of his drink.
He caught the door to her dressing room with his foot and shut the door behind him.
Ladybug turned around at the sound and clutched her heart with a gasp. "You- you scared me. What are you doin' in my dressin' room?"
"Stealing your heart, baby doll." Chat smirked at her with smoldering emerald eyes through his dark mask.
"I don't even know you. Other than that you always sit at the same table every night." Ladybug sighed and sat down to powder her face.
"Names, Chat Noir." He walked up to her and brought the knuckles of her left hand to his lips. "I grew up in Paris, France. Moved my way out here, once my mother disappeared. You've probably heard of me from the papers. I'm pretty notorious around here."
"I'm not swayed by some grandstand, sugar." Ladybug blew a strand of hair from her blue bell eyes.
"Hm." Chat smirked and slid beside her and leaned on her vanity with one hand. "What's a pretty doll like you, dancing in a joint like this?"
Ladybug scoffed and rolled her eyes. "What are you... some glitterati?"
Chat smiled darkly through his mask and ran a hand beneath her chin and lifted her face, so that her eyes met his. "And what if I am?"
"Then I'd say… I don't need no sugar daddy." Ladybug tore herself away from him and opened her dressing room door.
Chat bit his bottom lip with a smile and slowly walked towards her open door. "Alright. I see how it is. But if you ever want to skip out of this joint… come find me, honey." Chat smirked and walked out of her dressing room.
She closed the door and shook her head with a smile. Lady Wifi walked into her dressing room.
She pointed behind her with her thumb. "You do know who that was right?"
Ladybug shook her head no.
"Chat Noir? Famous mobster…? runs with Plagg's boys? He's the leader of the gang…?" Lady Wifi tried to jog her friend's memory. She groaned and slapped her forehead while her friend was still confused.
She left the room and came back with a headline on him. Lady Wifi handed it over and Ladybug took it from her. She looked at the headline and her face paled. "I just-"
"And he didn't drop you?" Lady Wifi laughed. "I'm shocked."
Ladybug covered her mouth and set the paper down on her vanity. "I'm such a fat-head."
Lady Wifi sat on her vanity's table top. "I wouldn't say that… Maybe a little naive."
Ladybug groaned and laid her head down on her crossed arms and Lady Wifi rubbed her shoulders. "C'mon… let's get lost."
Ladybug grabbed her bag and followed Lady Wifi out of Tikki's Palace and onto the street.
Song: Gangsta by Will Jay