(A/N) Thanks to Miabrown, Marby, and Khanofallorcs for betaing!

"You failed."

Adrien flinched. "Yes, Father."

Gabriel didn't even look up from his screen. "We will train more tonight. For now, go to your room and work on your piano lessons."

Adrien sighed, a mixture of dread and relief coursing through him. "Yes, Father."

At least while he was playing piano, Father was unlikely to come through his door.

He'd never imagined he'd dread his presence.

He also never imagined his father would force him to attack someone.

After 'training' with Adrien for a couple weeks (read: beating the snot out of him until he got good at dodging), he'd deemed Adrien ready for combat.

Or maybe he'd just gotten sick of his akumas being defeated by a teenage girl and wanted to try something different.

Adrien had been keeping up with the Ladyblog, watching every new video of her exploits he could get his hands on.

His respect for her had only grown.

As had his dread at the prospect of facing her.

None of his research prepared him for actually meeting her.

Watching her through a screen, none of it seemed real.

Actually bumping into her? Being tied up with her? (He flushed at the memory.) That was a different story.

She'd been expecting him, been worried about him — or at least about Plagg.

He'd wanted nothing more than to hand her the ring, get Plagg somewhere safe at least… but that wasn't an option. Especially with his father watching through one of the drones he'd commissioned.

At least Adrien could always tell when one was nearby. They were quiet, but not quiet enough to conceal from his hearing.

He was pretty sure his father didn't know about the additional perks his Miraculous granted him, like his improved hearing and night vision. Father didn't appear to have those.

Did Ladybug?

Digging through his cabinet, he threw a piece of cheese to Plagg. He caught it handily, devouring it in a single bite.

The corners of Adrien's mouth pulled up.

These might be horrible circumstances and he'd prefer Plagg was somewhere safe, but a small, guilty part of him was glad he wasn't trapped alone.

"Sooooo what did you think?" Plagg asked, finishing off the camembert.

Adrien blinked. "Of what?"

"Of your Lady! You know, the one you've been watching on loop for the past few weeks? The one you've been fretting about constantly? 'Oh no, Plagg, Candy-butt wants me to hurt her, what will I do?' 'She's so amazing, Plagg, did you see how she used that Lucky Charm?' 'She's so kind and brave and is the best thing since stinky cheese!'"

Adrien flushed. "Plaaaaaagg." He meant for it to be a reproach. It came out as more of a whine.

He let out a sigh. "It's not like she's 'My' Lady, anyway. I'm her enemy, remember?"

Plagg rolled his eyes. "Suuuuuure you are," he drawled sarcastically. "And that's why you just-so-happened to get distracted by a nearby bird when the last dot on her Miraculous started beeping."

He looked down.

She was fast, but it wasn't like he was any slouch in the speed department either. They were pretty evenly matched, which didn't bode well when her transformation was bound to run out first.

So when a pigeon fluttered by, he may have pretended that catching it was a more enticing prospect than it actually was.

He ran around on all fours a lot, it wasn't crazy to think he'd have a cat's instinct to hunt as well.

If it happened to give him another weakness to be exploited, that wasn't something he could help, now could he?

It was just the cat in him.

"I still have to fight her," he said in a small voice.

He didn't have much of an option on that. If he outright refused…

Well. Just because his father preferred using the Butterfly Miraculous, that didn't mean he couldn't use the Black Cat Miraculous as well.

And as an adult, he could use the special power repeatedly without cooldown.

He waged enough destruction while going through his akumas. Having the actual power of destruction literally at his fingertips? Adrien didn't want to think of the damage it could cause.

Especially if his father touched Ladybug.

Adrien'd asked Plagg what would happen; if the kwami had Cataclysmed a living being. Once.

Plagg didn't answer. But his expression? Told him he didn't want to know.

At least, so long as he was allowed to have Plagg instead of his father, he could make sure Plagg wasn't used like… like that.

Maybe he could even persuade Father to stop this! Or at least… at least rein him in. Stop him from going too far.

He- he hadn't specifically tried to kill. Maybe he could reason with him if he started going too far.

Right?

Right. Of course he could. He was his father. He might be a supervillain, he might be awful, but he had limits. He had to.

Something small brushed at his hair.

Mom? Wait, no, she was-

Looking at his computer monitor he saw Plagg sitting on his head, patting his hair.

"You know… you don't have to fight her," he said.

Adrien frowned. "If I don't Father might decide someone else would be a better Black Cat wielder," he argued. "Or maybe just torture you, me, or both of us until I agree to his wishes."

Plagg shook his head. "You're thinking about this all wrong. You already faked some cat tendencies, faking fighting isn't that big of a stretch."

"Fake fighting…" Adrien's eyes lit up. "You mean like acting?!"

Plagg nodded. "I've seen those new movies you humans came up with. They've got some of the most impressive moves I've ever seen, but they still don't get hurt, right?"

"Some of that's done with special effects," Adrien told him, mind whirring. "But not all of it. It helps if you know what angle things are being viewed from, what the audience is able to see-"

"Which you know, right?" Plagg prompted.

Slowly Adrien nodded. "Yeah, since I can always sense the drones. And if I can just get Ladybug to play along…"

This.

This could work.

Marinette chewed on her pencil distractedly.

Why had her partner sided with Hawkmoth? The butterfly man wasn't exactly subtle about being the bad guy! Granted, it didn't seem like he was happy about it…

Tikki hadn't been too interested in looking further into it. Marinette'd gotten the impression that this had happened too often for her to be all that sympathetic to whoever misused Plagg. She just wanted him back, safe and sound.

She couldn't blame Tikki for that viewpoint. If she'd had a close friend who'd been repeatedly abused, she wouldn't be too interested in finding out the specifics about the latest person who was holding them captive, either.

But that didn't mean she, herself hadn't considered it.

He'd looked to be about her age. Granted, it was hard to tell with the suits having some sort of magical glamour (Tikki had called it "quantum masking", whatever that meant).

Was he being manipulated into it?

What would his parents think?

Or were his parents…?

She stopped, shuddering. She knew awful parents existed, of course, ones who mistreated and manipulated their kids, ones who did not deserve to be in their children's lives.

Even seeing movies and TV shows with some awful parents, it was a hard concept to wrap her head around. Her own Maman and Papa were always so kind and caring with her. Maybe stern if she did something wrong, but they always let her know what she'd done, talked it out with her, and let her know how she could do better. They were never unreasonable, and she never felt like they loved her any less, even if they were unhappy with her in the moment.

"Earth to Marinette!"

"WAAAUGGGH!" Marinette startled, flailing around wildly.

Alya ducked, barely avoiding getting hit. "Woooah there, girl! Just wanted to ask what was on your mind. You've been staring off into space for the past five minutes."

Marinette looked away. "It's nothing. Just personal stuff."

Alya quirked an eyebrow. "Well if you don't feel like sharing right now, I had another reason for getting your attention."

Marinette blinked, straightening up. "What's that?"

Alya handed her phone over to Marinette, pressing play on a video. "The footage the person sent me was captured from a distance," she explained. "So the audio quality's nonexistent. But look! There's a new supervillain!"

Marinette just stared at the video, watching Catboy collide with her, chase her, only to get distracted a moment later by a bird.

So that was why he hadn't caught her! She'd been wondering. He'd seemed pretty fast, and unlike her, he hadn't been exhausted from a fight.

"Do you think he's a full partner to Hawkmoth or just a villainous sidekick?" Alya asked excitedly.

Marinette hummed. "He seems pretty young… listening to Hawkmoth before, he sounded like an adult. This guy looks like a kid."

"Doesn't mean he's not a full partner," Alya said.

"True, but…" Marinette hesitated. The video didn't capture audio, and wasn't at the right angle to show Chat Noir's expression before he started chasing her. "I just don't get that vibe from him," she said at last. "I get the feeling that he's not the one pulling the strings."

Alya looked at her a moment, then shrugged. "Whatever you say. You're not the only one to think so, anyway. I've had a lot of forum activity speculating on whether he's as evil as Hawkmoth is."

So she wasn't the only one?

"Really?" Marinette asked.

"A lot of it's down to him being cute," Alya said. "I've had to monitor certain threads VERY closely since he came onto the scene yesterday."

Marinette blushed. "I, uh, hadn't noticed."

Alya narrowed her eyes. "Uh huh," she said, not sounding even the slightest bit convinced.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, because he's a villain and he's only appeared once and Alya stop looking at me like that-"

Alya continued smirking at her.

Burying her head on her desk, Marinette groaned. This was not how she'd been planning to start the day.

*beep beep*

Turning her head to the side, Marinette cracked an eye open. "What's that?" she asked, her voice still muffled by her arms.

"It's the new akuma alert app the city just set up," Alya said distractedly, scrolling through the alert.

Akuma alert-

Marinette bolted upright. "What does it say?!" she asked hastily.

"There's a new supervillain over near the Eiffel Tower. Calls himself Mr… Pigeon?" Alya frowned. "Wow, Hawkmoth is failing HARD at the intimidation factor. What sort of name is that? Marinette, you've gotta look at this outfit, I mean as a designer-"

Alya looked to the side.

And blinked.

"That girl is way too good at disappearing, I gotta get her to teach me how to do that," she muttered at Marinette's empty chair.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

The swarm of ladybugs flew out, repairing what little damage had occurred.

It wasn't much. Mainly just pigeon poop. A LOT of pigeon poop. Annoying, but a far cry from the collapsed buildings and major injuries from other akumas.

It'd had one other, unexpected benefit as well. The Black Cat wielder had shown up again (her stomach twisted at the thought) but he hadn't been able to do much. Beyond constantly sneezing and the birds distracting him, he'd barely even been an obstacle.

Hm. She'd have to ask Tikki whether she'd get ladybug instincts. Would she start eating bugs? Emitting noxious odors when scared? Cuddling up with people when she got cold. Okay, granted, she was prone to that last one anyway, but the others would be noticed!

A black blur rocketed towards her.

Oh. Right. With Mr. Pigeon deakumatized, there was nothing stopping the Black Cat wielder from going after her.

Crap.

He collided with her again, sending her skittering across the pavement.

She did a back handspring away from him (thank you, Miraculous reflexes!), landing on her feet just in time to start spinning her yo-yo into a shield. He tried pounding on it a few times with his staff, but it simply bounced off.

Nonetheless, he kept on pressing forwards, closer and closer.

Her earrings beeped four times.

CRAP.

SHE ONLY HAD A MINUTE.

She couldn't let this turn into a battle of attrition. She had to get out of there NOW.

She turned around, preparing to bolt.

That was a mistake.

He tackled her to the ground, landing squarely on top of her. He reached for the earrings. She tried to punch him, but he just caught her hands.

"Why are you DOING THIS?!" she asked him through gritted teeth.

His ears flicked to the sides. Leaning in close he whispered, "Play along!"

She blinked, going still for a moment.

What?

His grip on one of her fists suddenly loosened.

*CRACK*

She winced as her fist made contact with his chest. The suits were protective, but she'd experienced enough hits to sympathize with the Black Cat's shock. It still sucked to get punched.

He flew off her, sailing several feet away.

Uh… that… should not have happened. She knew that she was stronger while suited up, but she had a decent idea of how much force she put behind each blow. He should've been knocked back a foot at most, it wasn't like she'd had the ability to gain momentum for the punch!

The Black Cat wielder backflipped several times, eventually landing on his feet. With a yell he ran towards her once again.

He'd told her to "play along". What had he meant?

She couldn't stay here and fight him. He KNEW that.

And he'd let her punch him off.

So… so, maybe…

He moved his fist forward to punch her.

Her eyes narrowed. Was it just her, or was his fist slightly off-center?

Just as his fist was reaching to the side of where her face would be, she flung herself back, forcing a wince.

He kept on coming, not showing the slightest bit of surprise at her sudden movement.

Because he'd WANTED her to do that. Had planned for it.

He didn't want to hurt her. He just needed to put on a show.

"Come here, kitty kitty!" she smirked. There were some alleys off to the side. If she could just get them in there…

She was trusting this stranger a lot, she knew that. Especially since he was apparently working with Hawkmoth.

But some part of her DID trust him. Maybe it wasn't totally rational. He'd only given a few hints that he wasn't on Hawkmoth's side, and for all she knew he could be luring her into a trap, waiting for her to lower her guard.

It was a risk she would just have to take.

He screamed, running at her with his staff held aloft. Immediately she started doubting her plan.

Still, she darted to the side, slipping into the dark, narrow alleyway.

He followed her, smashing up some trash cans, making a lot of banging noise and yelling - but not trying to get any closer.

Quickly she ducked behind a nearby dumpster, knowing full well that the Miraculous wielder's eyes were on her. If he wanted to discover her identity, all he needed to do was round the corner.

He came no closer, instead cursing loudly. "I don't know how you escaped, Ladybug, but beware! CHAT NOIR is coming for you!"

Chat Noir, huh? Not the most creative name, but she was hardly one to talk.

A moment later she heard his pole extend. She peeked around the corner just in time to see him pole-vaulting off away from the alley.

She sighed in relief, sinking down against the dumpster. Tikki flew over to her, putting her hand on her chin like she was "The Thinker".

"You might've been right, Marinette," she admitted after a moment. "I don't think I gave Chat Noir enough credit."

Marinette smiled, scratching Tikki's head. The little kwami giggled, flying up to her for a cheek cuddle. "Maybe Plagg's in a better situation, too?" Marinette suggested.

Tikki hummed. "I hope so. I'm beginning to think his kitten this time isn't a bad kid."

Her expression darkened. "But even if HE'S not, the person he's working for — or pretending to work for — is. And he seems to have some sort of hold over Chat Noir — and subsequently, over Plagg."

Marinette grimaced. Tikki was right. Chat Noir's reluctance to oppose them might be a bright spot, but their situation was still pretty bad.

Holding her hands out for her kwami, she scooped the little bug up, safely stowing her in her purse.

"We'll just have to encounter him again," she said, looking towards the light of the open street. "And maybe get some more answers."

And turn him fully to their side, her heart whispered.