Adrian sat up from his bed with bloodshot eyes as his anger resurfaced "What is it that is so special about me? why do I have to be chat noir? why does hawkmoth have to be my father?" he didn't even know how he still had tears left to shed. he then got up from his bed and walked over to his bathroom to wash his face.
when he went into the bathroom he looked at the mirror, the features he saw he didn't recognise, the strait lined of his face he once knew replaced by soar puffy pink curves, healthy green eyes replaced by bloodshot ones and as his father had said bags under his eyes that reminded him of how his mother had looked those last few times he had seen her when she was slowly killing herself to make his father's life easier.
He filled the basin with warm water as he took a deep breath to help calm himself down 'i guess I should have known, it's in every comic, every story and almost every movie, final showdown father vs son, sure its usually the main hero, only ladybug isn't a male and I would never wish for this fate to happen to anyone nevermind wishing it on my lady' he then turned off the water and dunked his head in the water as he washed his face, as he removed his face from the water he took another deep breath and as he released he looked back at his reflection as he watched the puffiness of his cheeks go down slightly.
He then walked back into his room in search of Plagg who was stress anger eating in his cheese safe, Plagg looked to Adrian with half a block of cheddar cheese in his mouth he could tell his charge was feeling worse than he looked, he may be a model who can make the worst day look the best but this, this wasn't the usual worst day scenario this was a colossal worst day and he could tell by the look in his charges eyes." kid you really need some fresh air, we should probably go now" he relenquished, at the cat's words, Adrian nodded his head.
"Plagg claws out" he announced quietly in a similar way to how he began to treat his experiences with Mr Pidgeon, his body began to shimmer green as his suit appeared, then his ears and bell then finally the belt tail along with his staff that was all neatly packed down to its cylinder form attached to the belt.
Once transformed he looks out the window at the dazzling Paris lights flickering in every home, every street light and every family's hearts, how he wished he could have that light within his own.
He shook the thoughts away and extended his staff up to the window took one last look into his room and with his staff leapt to another building.
He felt like was flying whenever he was chat noir, he couldn't really explain it, it didn't feel the same as in a plane, it was more freeing, something he had never really known not until Plagg came into his life, it was breathtaking and he felt like he could do anything whereas in the mansion every breath felt like it was scheduled, he knew that if this was the end that if his father knew he was chat noir he wanted to have one more chance of freedom, freedom from his own father and freedom from a life that was like living in a cell.