Part Four: Kat and Her Kitten

Note: The villain in this part is my own creation, not part of the actual series. This happens before Despair Bear and after The Collector.

After an hour and a half long shopping trip, Kat finally gets to see the mansion in person. They exit the limo

"Welcome to our home. I have meetings from 6:30 to 10:30, so I'll be back late. Nathalie will be with me. I believe Adrien's bodyguard will take care of dinner. I expect you both in bed by 10:00."

"Yes, sir," Adrien and Kat said at the same time.

"See that you do." And with that, Mr. Agreste turned on his heel and left.

"Well that was subtle," Kat deadpanned. Adrien grimaced and smiled apologetically.

"He doesn't get much better."

"So, can I, like, be your big sister, then?"

"What?" Adrien furrowed his brows, not entirely sure what Kat was thinking.

"Can I be your pretend big sister? You ought to have at least one family member like you."

"Father likes me," Adrien said. He looked like a scolded dog.

"Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to...uh...I'm sure he does. I mean, you should have someone to dote on you, and I am more than willing to be that person."

"Thanks," Adrien said timidly, "I think I'd like that, too. So, what do you want to do...big sis?"

"I...ok, that sounded kinda weird, but I think I like it."

"I agree. So, what do you want to do? We've got video games, movies, board games."

"Do you have MarioKart?"

"Yes."

"Let's do this thing," Kat grinned.

—Two Intense™ Hours Later—

"Let's take a break," Kat panted after racing on Rainbow Road for the third time.

"Whatever you want." Adrien began to channel surf.

"But Antonio—"

"Now, put in a cup of milk—"

"I'm Nadja Chamak. Fear grips the hearts of many Parisians today—" Adrien apprehensively leaned forward "—as the akumatized villain, Blackheart, terrorizes innocent bystanders."

"Uh, I'll be right back." Adrien said, starting toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Kat asked, pretending to not know his secret identity.

"I'm going to...get some food."

"Mhm. Bring me back some."

"You got it," Adrien nodded, shooting finger guns. He disappeared through his bedroom door, and Kat followed. Adrien ran around the corner of the hallway and stopped.

"Plagg, claws out!" Kat watched in awe. This is so much cooler in person, Kat thought, staring wide-eyed at Chat Noir.

"That. Is. So. Cool." Kat's eyes were wide in awe. Chat Noir whipped around, his mouth dropping open.

"Uh. Uh. Oh, no." A hint of panic creeped into his voice.

"Don't freak out! I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

"Mmm, uuh, oh, I'll deal with this purr-oblem when I get back," Chat sighed. And with that, he hopped out the window.

—On The Rooftops of Paris, Overlooking a Parking Lot—

"Hello, m'ladybug," Chat grinned. Ladybug rolled her eyes.

"Hi, kitty. I suppose you know what's going on?"

"Kind of."

"Blackheart is a poet named Lexi Jameson. She was in a meeting and got rejected."

"How do you know that, bugaboo?"

"I happened to be in the neighborhood."

"Well, shall we be as a shadow in the night, and disappear, or shall we rise to the challenge similar that of the scorching sun on a summer day?"

"Really?"

"Ladybug and Chat Noir! How kind of you to drop in," Blackheart shrieked as she scribbled in her notebook with a raven feather quill. She hovered there for a moment until Chat spoke.

"That wasn't very poetic." Chat turned to Ladybug. "Shall we face her with all our might, or shall we dwindle 'neath our foe's sight?"

"I think you know the answer to that," Ladybug smirked. But, before they could do anything, Blackheart began to chant.

"Burn, burn, fields all die from the gaze of my eye!" A tornado of fire surrounded Blackheart. Chat and Ladybug just barely made it to cover before the fire blasted over their heads. There was a giggle of delight. "Oh, that worked wonderfully!"

"I think the Akuma is in her book!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Then let's get it," Chat nodded. He vaulted out from hiding, extending his staff as he ran. The swinging staff clipped the edge of Blackheart's notebook. Ladybug darted out and scooped it up before Blackheart had a chance to react. She tore the notebook in half, but no akuma appeared. Blackheart cackled.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" She began to write in the air with her quill. Glowing yellow words hovered in the air, mesmerizing in the remaining heat haze.

"Catastrophe strikes, heroes fall, while I will stand...TALL!" Blackheart bellowed and she began to grow in size.

"Hurry!" Chat exclaimed. "We need to get that pen!"

"Lucky Charm! A giant hairbrush? What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You'll never stop me!"

An idea formed in Ladybug's head. She quickly glanced around and found the perfect position.

"Chat, distract her!"

"On it. Hey, dark lady!"

"I. Am. Blackheart!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have a haiku for you," Chat taunted. "Blackheart, oh, Blackheart, please give up now, without a big fight."

"That's not a haiku!"

"Hang on a second, I think I feel a sneeze coming." Chat exaggerated his movements. "Ah...ah...HAIKU!"

Blackheart screamed in frustration. She moved to attack, but Ladybug was faster. Ladybug swung the brush down, and it caught in Blackheart's tangled hair. Blackheart howled in pain, dropping her quill. Ladybug snatched up the quill and de-evilized the akuma and put everything back to normal.

"Pound it!"

Then Chat shifted nervously, thinking for a moment.

"Hey, Ladybug?" He asked.

"Yes, kitty?"

"Hypothetically, what do you think would happen if someone found out our identities?"

"I...don't know. Which is why we can never reveal ourselves."

"I know, but...what if someone just happened to walk in while you were transforming?"

"Chat, that's not going to happen."

"Whatever you say, my lady."