Two of the city's young heroes went out when night fell.

Rooftop running was a good way to take a breather or just get away for a moment.

It's also one of the places they usually stumbled upon each other.

Like now for example.

"I didn't think you'd be out tonight," Viperion told her as they move their impromptu meeting to a better shielded roof.

They both knew sensitive information probably shouldn't be spoken about without any care for who could overhear.

"Mother is getting worse. We don't think she'll make it much further," Ryuko explained with a low voice.

Ah, so she needed to get out for a while.

It was no secret that her mother's heart had gotten very bad the last few years.

He and Marinette had been the first to know.

They'd been a big part in saving Kagami and Tomoe's relationship after all.

"Are you alright?"

"Better than expected. I've had time to grieve and say my goodbyes. That's more than most get." She sighed. "What about you? I thought you and your mother were supposed to video chat with Juleka."

The strings on his harp called out to him and he softly strummed the strings.

Juleka didn't live in Paris anymore.

She'd transferred to an art school in Metropolis three months ago when she'd decided she couldn't stay in her class.

It had been hard to let her go, but he could clearly see that this was what she wanted.

How could he possibly deny her that?

He shifted to sit more comfortable against the wall. "We did it after dinner. The time difference isn't always easy."

And so they continued chatting.

It was normal for them.

When Marinette started losing friends they'd been some of the few people that stayed.

They'd met through her and since then they'd been an inseparable trio.

Juleka might be his only biological sister, but he would always consider himself the proud big brother of three.

Family didn't need to be blood.

Kagami's phone gave of a really low noise.

He wouldn't have heard it hadn't his senses become just a bit enhanced from the continuous use of his miraculous.

She took a look and a small smile started spreading. "Remember Marinette's date that was tonight? Well, look at this."

He leaned over to see the screen properly.

It was a picture taken inside a restaurant.

Marinette was in the fore front with her arm sticking out to take the photo.

On the other side of the table sat her date.

A black haired boy with sharp green eyes.

The table between them was empty except for two milkshakes.

Marinette was beaming and he was struck by how happy she looked.

She still smiled around them, but never like that.

The boy had clearly been canoodled into taking the picture.

He wasn't smiling, but his eyes told a very different story.

It looked like a successful date.

One thing stood out to him though. "Isn't that Damian Wayne?"

It had to be.

That was the same person that he'd spent the afternoon videochatting with.

"Yes, it definitely is." Kagami nodded and her eyes lacked the usual sharpness in favour of some fairly impressive glimmering.

Oh, she was amused.

No one had noticed that Marinette didn't show up for dinner at the hotel.

NO! NO! NO!

Where could it be?

It couldn't be gone.

It had to be here somewhere.

How was he supposed to be Chat Noir if he didn't have his ring?

How would his lady know it was him and be able to date him if he couldn't transform?

No, he had to find it!

Adrien Agreste fruitlessly searched his and Nino's hotel room for the eighteenth time.

He'd been so distracted that he hadn't noticed one very important piece of jewellery wasn't with him until after dinner.

"Tomorrow we will be having a guest for lunch," his father broke the news.

"Is it your current girlfriend again?" He didn't look up from his sketchbook.

Father's eyebrows twitched. "Current?"

This time he did look up and make eye contact. "I have never taken you as someone to settle, father."

A moment passed.

"No, it's not my girlfriend," he denied. "Tim is commissioning a young designer that is coming over to borrow the sewing machine and have a consultation with him. Miss Dupain-Cheng will be staying for lunch too."

Soon the conversation ended and he was left to his own devices.

Damian set a countdown on 29 days.