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"What do you mean I can't have any! Of course I'm over eighteen!" Kim shouted aggressively at the half asleep bar tender who had refused him his beer, his vodka, his bloody mary and now his mojito. When Kim asked why he had said that it was because he was too young to drink. Kim considered getting so worked up that he would get Akumatized and somehow get age control properties. But yelling at the annoyed bar tender just seemed easier. Especially since then he wouldn't remember actually getting any alcohol.
"Yo moron!" Kim looked down to where Alix was standing next to him, her arms crossed and tapping her foot. He had to control himself from checking her out, she didn't wear button ups all that often and he was at the perfect height and angle that he could see right down her front. If he wanted to. Which he didn't want to because that would be incredibly perverse and absolutely not okay to do.
"What?" He snapped back at her. Alix chuckled a little deep in her throat.
"What?" Kim asked again she was starting to grind his gears.
"First of all you responded to the term moron"
"Who else would you be talking to? I knew it was you the entire time!" He responded pointing down at her aggressively. She just waved his finger away, obviously not willing to take any of his junk.
"Second of all you ditched Marinette and Adrien, how were you planning to see their moves tonight?" Kim opened his mouth to yell back at her over the thumping music before he realized her point and swore under his breath.
"Well what are you doing here then? You just left them entirely unsupervised!" He responded quickly trying to pass the buck, shifting the blame to her was so much easier than admitting that he screwed up. Alix swore under her breath and snapped her fingers realizing that he was right.
"Okay so we both screwed up, for all we know the Adrien has already fallen for Marinette's training and their sucking face as we speak."
"More like Adrien got up the nerve to take it to the next level and actually take my advice, he was starting to get there in the car being all high and mighty. I bet that he's making fun of her hair or clothes as we speak." Kim proudly adjusted his shirt and smiled smugly. Alix looked at him in confused disgust.
"What?"
"It's totally true, insult a girl enough times and they fall for you hook line and sinker."
"WHAT?!" Alix shouted grabbing him by the shirt front and yanking down on him so that they were now face to face. "That's the advice that you gave him?! You moron!" She paused when she noticed something glistening in his ear lobe, she turned his head one way and looked at the sewing needle stuck into him.
"Is that a needle?"
"Yeah I'm wearing it as a fashion statement."
"It looks fantastic."
"Thanks."
She released him and shook her head in disgust. "I can't believe that you honestly think insulting a girl will get her to like you, what are you a kindergartner?"
"Sixty percent of the time it works one hundred percent of the time." Kim responded confidently as he turned back to the bartender in the hopes that he could haggle a coke and tonic out of him.
Footsteps came stomping towards his turned back. Red hot fiery anger footsteps. The kind of footsteps that would ruin lives. The kind of footsteps that belonged exclusively to an overly protective friend.
Alya spun Kim around aggressively and glared directly into his tiny terrified soul, her eyes burning in red hot rage. "Where is Marinette?"
"And Adrien." Nino spoke up sliding next to his 'girlfriend' the two still weren't official but everyone knew about the feelings that they had for each other.
Behind the two glaring best friends was Max who had his hands firmly pressed over his ears to keep the rhythmic base pumping from absolutely obliterating his hearing. He really had no idea why people enjoyed coming to things like this, it was crowded, the drinks were overpriced and the lights and music were detrimental to one's hearing and eyesight.
"Hey nice to see you too. Want a drink? Oh wait," Kim turned to glare at the bartender again. "This guy is just a freaking decoration!"
"Just something bubbly." Alix said to the guy. He quickly ducked behind the bar and pulled out a seltzer and handed it to her. Kim looked between Alix's smug grin and the bartenders dead eyes.
"Oh come on!"
"I'm not playing Kim." Alya threatened striding up to the boy so that they were practically nose to nose. She had to stand on tiptoe to glare into his eyes but he was still intimidated enough to cower back against the side of the bar and audibly gulp. "Where is Marinette?"
"And Adrien, I am cutting you guy's off here." Nino said crossing his arms, insisting on being involved in the entire situation. Max slowly lowered his hands as the music finally stopped.
"Sorry, they made me bring them here. Well she did at least." Max said quietly gesturing to Alya.
"You actually got scared of her?" Alix snorted and took another sip of her bubbly water. "Wimp."
"Hey she is very intimidating! She picked me right up off the ground." Max responded pointing to Alya in fear.
"Good arms and good hips. You really know how to pick them Nino." Alix said turning to Nino. He blushed in response to Alix's rather crass speech. He pulled on his collar, suddenly it felt too tight and too hot even though he had been wearing the same kind of shirt for years without any sort of difficulty. Alya turned her death glare on the short pink haired girl.
"What is with you and my body? Are you positive that you're not a lesbian? Or at the very least bi?"
"Wait aren't you two dating?" Nino said surprised and pointing between Kim and Alix. The two blushed deeply and exchanged surprised and horrified looks.
"NO!" Alix, Kim and Max shouted at the exact same time. Everyone turned to look at Max in surprise, he merely removed his glasses and quickly began to clean them. His green shirt quickly polishing his lenses.
"Well that is to say exactly-" Max began to get out softly.
"Whatever! Where are our friends I am cutting this insane date thing off right now!" Alya said stomping her foot just narrowly missing Kim's sneakers.
"Look we would tell you where they are...but we might have lost them." Alix responded shrugging. "Oops."
"OOPS!" Nino shouted into her stoic face. Finally it was his turn to freak out. "You're just going to say oops?! Where are they?!"
"I don't know. Thank track brain over there." Alix gestured towards Kim who everyone turned their glares towards. Kim gazed above their heads and looked around frantically for either the blonde boy or the pigtailed girl.
Instead he saw a blonde ponytail bobbing it's way through the crowd to the bar. He cocked his head in surprise as Chloe walked through the crowd to the bar and without even trying to get the bartenders attention reached down and pulled a bottle of water out from beneath the bar. She tore off the top and began sipping it, looking out over the crowd.
Everyone paused and looked at her in surprise. Chloe bristled as if she sensed that she was being stared at. She turned to look at her classmates who all had varying looks of shock and surprise on their faces at seeing her there.
"What? Do you want a photo?" She sniped before taking another sip of her fancy, twenty five dollars US per bottle.
"Wait! We can find them using Chloe!" Kim said pointing at the spoiled rich girl.
"What?" Nino said confused. Alya snapped her fingers getting on the same page of crazy that Kim was on.
"YEAH! Yeah! Chloe's Adrien sense is almost as heightened as Marinette's! She can sniff him out, and wherever he is Marinette will be!"
"First of all my Adrien sense is a trillion times stronger than that nobodies, and secondly I am not a common hunting hound to be used at your leisure." Chloe said waving them all off before taking another sip of her stolen water.
"Well this entire experiment is going about as well as could be expected." Nino deadpanned to Max. Max took out his phone and quickly typed in a few numbers and variables which only made sense in his small little head.
"Not quite. If my calculations are correct, we could still have some sort of superhero shenanigans."
"How do you figure?" Max shrugged and pointed to the entire group.
"Large concentration of people who have been akumatized all in one place? I just think that the chances increase exponentially with everyone-" Max was cut off as the microphones turned back on. But instead of blasting music a soft honeyed voice filled the room.
"Baby. My darling little sugar plum. I've missed you." The group of teenagers froze and looked above their heads. Something said in a tone of voice that creepy could really only belong to one sort of a person. Someone who had just recently gotten akuamatized.
"I hate it how often you're right." Kim said to Max never once breaking eye contact with the ceiling.
"Same here." Max said rubbing his eyes just imagining what sort of fate was in store for all of them.
"Ugh and here I thought seeing Adrien dance with that loser was the low point of the evening. This jerk had to show up." Chloe said leaning over the side of the balcony to look down at the man in the strange vibrant suit. A strangely colored rose in his lapel and his face covered by a domino mask.
"Uh-uh! No way!" A woman in a blue cocktail dress shouted pointing up at the overdressed super villain in anger. "You do not get to do this you enormous controlling nutcase!"
"I am no nutcase, I am Brassanova, and I think that you will soon see that I can do whatever I want." The super villain smiled sickeningly sweetly before he turned to the shuddering DJ and whispered something in his ear. The DJ's skin took on a sick looking bronze color, he twitched before standing still and walking forward in jerky robotic movements until he finally reached her and grabbed a hold of her, sweeping her up over his shoulder and walking back to the suit wearing Brassanova.
"LET GO OF ME!" The woman shouted struggling on the robotic minions shoulder. "LET ME GO!"
"No one is going anywhere!" Brassanova shouted theatrically before he blew up his cheeks as if he were filling them with air, instead they sloshed and he spat out a golden looking stream from his mouth. It slapped against the door and quickly hardened into a paste. "I did always say I had a honeyed tongue." He chuckled to himself.
"NO ONE LEAVES! SOON YOU WILL ALL BE MY OBEDIENT LITTLE ROBOTS!" He shouted his hands raised in two fists.
"This is going to be one of those things huh?" Nino said to the others where they stood leaning against the balcony railing looking down at everyone running and screaming. Brassanova was spitting at everyone in sight getting them trapped in his sticky honey spit before running over and whispering in their ears, creating another member of his slowly expanding army.
Alya was eagerly recording the entire state of affairs on her phone, smiling excitedly at the chaos that was just prime stuff for a news story! Not to mention Paris's prized super heros were probably going to be arriving shortly! She was so insanely lucky that all of this stuff happened to her!
"He's looking at us."Alix said pointing down at the brass skinned villain.
"Why's he grinning?" Kim said confused. Their eyes widened as he puffed out his cheeks in preparation.
"OHHHHH SSSS-" The six teenagers managed to get out before they were covered from head to toe in sticky golden goop.
Marinette took a deep breath before slowly pushing open the bathroom door. She was going to do it, she would just be herself, and if Adrien didn't like her...well at least they had gotten a chance to dance together.
Marinette paused and looked out at the pandemonium in front of her, Parisians running and screaming as a clear super villain was spitting up golden syrup onto everyone before whispering in their ears. She blinked in confusion before slowly closing the door.
"Okay so clashing bronze tuxedo with red hypnotic swirls...not the worst outfit, maybe Hawk Moth is actually starting to get fashion." Marinette whispered to Tikki who giggled and shushed her.
"You shouldn't judge, you do run around in a ladybug colored skintight suit."
"True. But I work it." Marinette responded before pushing her hair back from her ears. "Tikki! Spot's on!" She smiled as the comforting warmth spread through her limbs and muscles as she got into her superhero costume. This, this was what she loved when she transformed, the feeling of a million tiny insects crawling over her, strengthening her, many would find it unpleasant and admittedly it took some getting use to...but now she relished in the feeling. It even tickled her a little bit.
Marinette closed her eyes and Ladybug opened them. Ladybug looked out at the now organized dance room. It appeared that the majority of the people had been taken hostage already, she felt a little bad about that, but on the plus side it meant that they didn't have to worry too much about hostages. Normally when an Akuma had the ability to create other victims they were just as immune as them from most basic forms of damage.
Now if she could sneak in quietly and get a better look at the akuma victim then maybe she could come up with a plan of attack before trying to de-evilize the victim.
A battle cry and a black blur running into the middle of the room towards the man in the strange suit instantly changed all of her plans.
"Well improving it is what we normally do anyway." She sighed before running out onto the dance floor to assist her impulsive cat suited partner.
Adrien flung his leather jacket over the side of the sink and cracked his back. He could do this, just go out there, act nicely, slightly like a gentleman and try to salvage the rest of the night. He practiced a few nicer faces in the mirror, something fancy to pull on Marinette to hopefully get back on her good side.
"Would you like to dance my lady?" He asked the mirror bowing mockingly with one arm thrown out widely. He snorted and then began to laugh loudly.
"My lady? Seriously." He said to himself before shaking his head in good natured fun. Treating Marinette like Ladybug? That was crazy, they were two entirely different people! Still it would be fun to try and treat her like his ladybug. He cracked his back and ushered Plagg to hide in his coat pocket, it would have to do as a hiding space until they got home. He doubted that anyone would notice the Kwamii though, people were not as observant as you would expect.
Adrien opened the door to a person on the floor covered in golden syrup struggling as two people with bronze skin slowly pulled him loose and dragged him kicking and screaming towards a guy in a fancy looking suit with a flower in his lapel. Adrien glared at the obvious super villain and shut the door.
"Looks like the date will have to wait Plagg."
"And here I was hoping we would get a night off." Plagg complained as Adrien held his fist out.
"Plagg claws out!" Adrien grinned as the magical transformation took a hold of his body. His perfect hair turned into a crazed nest on the top of his head. He felt his skin tight body suit power over him and within moments he was all set and ready for a battle. He grabbed the door handle and wondered if he should try to be a bit more careful and think of a plan besides just barreling right into the thick of things. Then he remembered that he wasn't Adrien right now.
He was Chat Noir. And that meant he didn't need to think things through, he got the chance to just let loose and not have to worry about anything. He flung open the bathroom door and went sprinting out into the dance club with a battle cry, his baton held high and his weaponized claws out at the ready.
Chat Noir let loose an epic battle cry as he ran out of the bathroom and began to whack at the oncoming robotic horde left and right. His baton extending to becoming more of a fence to force them all backwards as they attempted to rush forward and...
Actually none of that was happening. The victims were just going about their business, slowly swaying in groups of two like they were on a dance floor. Nino was setting up a DJ center, Alix and Kim had moved a table for Brassanova and his 'date' so that the two of them were sitting across from each other over a candlelit dinner with some fancy food in front of them.
It almost looked like a movie set with the robots just doing what had been assigned of them and zero other thought put into either attacking him or defending themselves.
"Uh...hello?" Chat Noir called up to Brassanova who paused and turned in surprise at the intrusion to his date.
"And who might you be?"
"Chat Noir?" Chat Noir said, Brassanova shrugged and cocked his head in confusion. "One of Paris's greatest superheroes? On the news all the time? Come on man, who are you supposed to be? The tomato swirl?"
"I AM BRASSANOVA! The man who will have everyone acting in the proper way! The way that I want them to!"
"That sounds really really dark actually. Crass-Anova."
"You can't just force people to do what you want because you believe that you know best!" An authoritative voice said and seemingly out of nowhere Ladybug appeared, she struck a dramatic pose with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out. She frowned in disappointment at the Akuma victim, as if to tell him that what he was doing was wrong and that he should put a stop to it.
"Forcing people to do your will is wrong! And you should put a stop to it!" Ladybug said pointing a finger heroically at the akuma victim who merely grinned a tight little controlling grin.
"Ah Ladybug! Just who I was waiting for!"
"Seriously? You know her but not me? We are together literally all of the time!" Chat said annoyed at the mistreatment that he was receiving from the two bit villain. "Seriously how does he not know who I am bugaboo?"
"I suppose that my name is just catchier than yours kitty." She responded without missing a beat. Chat Noir sighed before straightening up, he couldn't let her see how much this was annoying him.
"Now are you going to give up quietly or are we going to have to punch you?" Ladybug said drawing her yoyo and buzzing it around herself quickly.
"In the face!" Chat Noir extended his baton to battle size.
Brassanova looked at the clock on the wall before sighing in annoyance.
"The two of you are cutting into my date time tonight. I do not wish to go off of schedule tonight. And I refuse to let you muddle the waters with your so called and frankly rather black and white outlooks on 'heroics'. Robots!" He shouted pointing at the two. Suddenly all of the dancers paused and turned to face the two superheroes.
"Take care of them this instant!" Ladybug and Chatnoir fell back to back and began to push against the oncoming swarm of hypnotized victims. Ladybug whipped out her yoyo in order to send out warning slaps to foreheads and stomachs. She tired to avoid noses and ears, something that could get legitimately hurt.
She even settled for hitting Chloe in the sternum instead of the throat, although how she had no idea. The bronzed blonde fell clutching her chest anyway and Ladybug felt a tinge of guilt at the flash of pain on her face.
Chat Noir began to push up against her back as he simultaneously pushed at the oncoming swarm of grasping hands. He tried to create a barrier with his baton and push backwards. But the swarming sea of blank mindless bodies insisted on pushing forward. Their singleminded purpose of attacking him and his lady on the forefront of their list of desires.
Brassanova simply stood and watched. Smiling sickeningly sweet as the swarm of robotic bodies lurched forward and forced the two superheroes to retreat further and further away. Hopefully he would be able to rejoin his date shortly.
The two anxiously backed up from the oncoming army in front of them. Their backs close together as the robotic minions of Brassanova slowly advanced their arms out ready to pluck the two of them and drag them kicking and screaming to their enemy.
"It is only a matter of time, soon all of Paris will be organized to do my bidding like the faithful little robots that they deserve to be!" Brassanova said with his fists raised high. His date sitting at attention at the table set up. Nino still playing a few soft swaying tunes on the speakers.
Ladybug frowned in terror and rage at the robotic Alya advancing towards her. How dare this guy, really just how dare he hypnotize her best friend into attacking her! She didn't mind Chloe, she was used to Chloe trying to attack her. Still the blank emotionless expressions on their faces were just plain downright creepy. She shivered unsettled.
"My lady I want you to know that I don't want to be turned into a robot. The only persons whose orders that I want to follow are yours."
"Thanks Chat that means a ton." She said dryly and then squeaked when she backed into a cold metallic wall. Well not exactly a wall so much as a shaft. A ventilation shaft.
"Seriously what is the layout for this place? Who are they trying to appeal to?" She said crossed and looking upwards at the overly large piece of machinery normally used to cool the entire dance club. Then she got an idea.
"Chat! Use Cataclysm!" She said pointing at the large pipe hugging the wall. Chat Noir instantly got the idea that she was going for.
"CATACLYSM!" He shouted his fist raised in the air. She ran around him and began to whip her yoyo in a long circle, an around the world trick that she had learned as a child and now utilized whenever she was in battle. It made a sort of shield that at least slowed down the robots slowly advancing on them.
Chat Noir slapped his black blazing palm against the side of the air duct. There was a wheezing sound and cracks grew from the handprint on the metal. Within seconds a large section of metal rusted clean away and left a nice sized escape hole.
"My Lady!" He called back to her in excitement. The expert planning skills of Ladybug had worked again! Ladybug quickly retreated and followed the retreating tail of Chat Noir into the air duct. The two began to climb upwards. The first set of bronzed hypnotized hands reached in and began to grope around for them but within moments they were out of sight, out of reach and for Brassanova out of mind.
"Juvenile my darling." Brassanova said as he looked longingly at the blank doll eyes in front of him. "Utterly Juvenile."
I own nothing not even this computer please read and review as that gives me a reason to go on. Sorry that I am not all that great at writing fight scenes but take what you can get.