Song: Heathens
Artist: 21 Pilots
"We're looking for someone who goes by the name Le Papillon, word on the street is that he's under your protection."
The chief of police stayed annoyingly silent.
Acidic green eyes fixed on the back of the man's head and there was the barely audible sound of leather as a white gloved hand came to rest on the man's shoulder.
"Look, since you're not going to make this easy for the both of us. I'm feeling generous, I'll let you go. I'll even give you a five second head start before I come after you."
The man's restraints fell away and he stood up from the chair, not even bothering to turn around and face his captors before he bolted.
Chat Blanc was already reaching for his weapon before the man had even covered a distance of twenty paces.
The weapon made a sickening thud as the thick metal baton struck the man in the back of the head, another thud as the man crumpled to the floor.
He went to retrieve his weapon.
Stepping over the body and walking into a hallway that lead him further into the police compound.
He looked over his shoulder to see Miss Fortune approach the body nudging a limp arm with her foot before stepping over the body with a look of disgust on her face. The type of look that someone might have on their face if they'd discovered a dead spider.
"I hate it when they don't talk, it makes more work for us."
"You want something done right, you do it yourself."
She made no reply, stepping past him as she marched her way deeper into the building, metallic red suit gleaming in the dim light as if someone had dipped the leather in blood.
"You coming?" She called over here shoulder.
She picked the lock on a door, slipping inside the dark room and he followed after her. The only light in the room came from the blue glow of about twenty computer monitors. She went to the central one that stood at the back of the room.
"Dammit." she swore.
"Language." Chat chided.
"Oh like you honestly care," She hissed back. "I'm so not in the mood to hack a firewall right now, I'm not some technology geek." She complained, pushing herself away from the computer so hard that the swivel chair hit the wall.
"You might not be, but I know someone who is." Chat muttered, devilish grin spreading on his face.
"Come on, let's get out here I've got a plan."
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"Last night was….disappointing." Marinette said by way of greeting the next morning.
"Absolutely frustrating." Adrien agreed as he slid into the spot next to her at the two person table.
"You said you had a plan."
"Do you doubt me?"
"No, I'd just like to know what you're going to get us into."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Like I figured out who you were from day one?"
"Exactly. Besides it's better that we know each other anyway, easier for us to bail each other out of trouble that way."
She smirked at him. "You say that like we've been caught before." He opened his mouth to reply but her attention had shifted to the girl who'd just crossed the threshold into the room.
"Alya." She said, voice deadpan and bored with a bite in the undertone. The brunette turned at the mention of her name. "Marinette." She responded, her tone equally as clipped.
"Did you hear what happened last night at the police station?" Marinette asked, starting up the guise of what would have seemed like a normal conversation but Adrien knew that Marinette just liked pushing Alya's buttons. The brunette was just too easily goded.
Alya's hands clenched into fists. "You bet I did, just you wait until I figure out who Chat Blanc and Miss Fortune are, they'll get thrown behind bars faster than any of us will be able to blink.
Marinette picked at her nails fringing disinterest in the conversation as she struggled to hid a smirk. "What makes you so sure you'll be the one to figure it out, the whole of Paris has been trying for months."
"I just have a feeling."
Don't be so sure about that. Marinette thought, not even bothering to hide her smirk anymore.
Alya turned away from them and sat down in her seat with a condescending sound, her best friend Cholé made an attempt to placate her temper. "Mari's not worth it. Don't give her the time of day."
Goody two shoes. Marinette scoffed glaring at the back of the blonde girl's head.
She turned her attention back to Adrien who was clearly amused by the whole situation that had just took place. "You could have backed me up." She hissed.
"You've got your own claws you don't need mine."
She pouted, sliding closer to him and lowering her voice even more. "About this plan of yours-"
"Not telling." He replied with a smirk.
She pouted harder. "Aww, come on just a little hint?" She brushed her foot against his leg under the table.
He responded by resting his hand on her knee and squeezing. "Stop that."
She shot him a falsely innocent smile, one eyebrow raised. "Bite me."
"Tempting." He leaned closer to her, his attention focused over her shoulder. Green eyes watching their prey.
His breath brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke the name of his victim.
"Nino Lahiffe."
He felt her smile as he pulled away and stood on the desk, walking on top of it, jumping off into the aisle that separated the two sides of the room.
She waited about three seconds before following him.
"Nino, buddy, how you been?"
Nino eyed the hand that Adrien threw on his shoulder. "Good I guess….why are you talking to me?"
"Ouch, I'm going to pretend that doesn't hurt, come on man we used to be friends, how come we don't hang out anymore?"
"Because you're crazy, no offense dude but we stopped hanging out when you wanted to go a graffiti the mayor's house. You're basically a psychopath."
Marinette watched as the corners of Adrien's false smile twitch downward into a frown before he regained in his composure and slugged Nino in the shoulder with a laugh.
"Ha, look man I need a favor."
"What do ya want?"
"Glad you asked," Adrien said steering his former friend towards the classroom door. "Allow me to explain."
"What about class?"
"Don't worry, you won't miss anything interesting." He shot a look at Marinette when she tried to follow them.
Shaking his head. Cover for me. He mouthed as he pushed Nino out the door.
She plopped back into her seat, folding her arms and glaring at the door. How come he got to have all the fun?
They were gone all day.
Marinette went home, waiting in her room picking at her blood-red leather in pure boredom as she waited cross-legged on the bed. Normally she wouldn't have waited for him already transformed like this, but she was growing impatient.
There was a thud on the roof and in the next second his face appeared upside down in her window. White mask on his face.
Twisting in through her open window and landing in her room with not so much as a sound from the white leather boots on his feet.
She stood up from her bed. "Did you get them?"
He held up a folder and she grinned, making a grab for the file. He held it out of her reach. Taunting her. "Say please."
She rolled her eyes, smirk on her face as she took another step toward him, he took a step back holding the folder out of her reach as she leaned toward him, pinning him between the wall and her body.
She kissed him, biting down on his lip so hard that she tasted blood as she rose up on her toes to snatch the file from his hand.
She pulled away with a self-satisfied smirk as she watched him clean the blood off his lip, staining the white leather of his glove with a tiny red smear. Smiling like a cat who'd gotten the cream.
"Nino won't say a word?" she jabbed her finger into the file, applying enough pressure to make the flimsy cover bend inward, towards her finger.
"Hell no, not if he knows what's good for him."
Satisfied with his answer she opened the folder, blue eyes scanning the lines of information as a smile slowly spread across her lips.
She shut the folder again, tapping him on the nose with a corner of it before she tossed it over her shoulder onto her bed.
"Let's go catch ourselves a butterfly."