Hi, I'm back with another chapter!
So, all I have to say about this one is that it's the last chapter of the Introduction Arc, which was supposed to give you insight about the PV reality and how it differs from the actual show. This chapter also has the infamous battle between the Mime and Ladybug from the PV Trailer.
I hope you'll enjoy it!
EDIT 26.2: I will be on a break next week as I need to recharge due to feeling symptoms of a burnout, so I won't be posting any chapters next Thursday/Friday. Instead, I will make an update post on my Profile, where you can check what story/chapter I will be working on the week after. See ya!
Entry 5
Never Lose
''Because I feel false-seeming stories on my skin, I will be the one to rewrite destiny and never ever lose. 'Make the impossible possible'. 'Fall down and stand up again'. My heart is surely burning blue, my passion won't fade away.''
– Never Lose by Ace Attorney
xXxXxXx
''The way things are now, this night will only get worse.''
''I hate to say it, but I agree with you,'' Chat Noir muttered, landing on all fours on the top of a chimney stack, his tail flicking, and added in a bitter tone, ''There is no reason for her to even consider me as a partner, now that she knows about my bad luck.''
''So, now what?'' Plagg asked. ''What are you going to do?''
''I'm not sure,'' Chat Noir replied, his eyes narrowing and his ears lowering. He sighed, lowering his head. ''Nevertheless, I'm not someone who gives up so easily.'' He lifted his head, his ears pointing up, his eyes gleaming. ''The night is still young, isn't it?''
''Let me guess – you're up to some mischief, aren't you?'' Plagg asked.
''I wouldn't call it mischief,'' Chat Noir replied nonchalantly, his tail flicking. A small grin formed on his lips, a fang poking out of the corner of his mouth.
''Call it whatever you want, Kid, but I know you better than you think,'' Plagg replied in a mischievous tone. ''Let's go!''
Chat Noir snorted, not missing the eager tone in Plagg's voice. Despite his reservations, he had to admit that being Chat Noir had its perks and that Plagg's carefree and troublemaker attitude did rub off him. Wearing a mask made it only easier for him to act differently, to explore what he could do without being judged.
Félix was the prim and proper one, the one who followed rules without a question; the one who kept to himself, a bookworm who refused to socialize and was seen as a jerk, even earning himself the nickname Ice Prince. Chat Noir, on the other hand, was the rebellious one, the one who didn't care about following rules; a wild stray black cat who brought bad luck to those he encountered, having the freedom to go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted; always hidden in the cover of the night.
''I'm certainly not done yet,'' Chat Noir said, leaping off the building.
xXx
Ladybug clenched her fists, carefully observing her surroundings. She felt the hair on the back of her neck standing up, even though she didn't know why. Despite the fact that everything was rather calm and quiet, she sensed that she may not have been alone after all.
I swear, if Chat Noir decided to follow me again…
Ladybug heard someone land behind her and, without thinking, turned around and jumped back, somersaulting over her opponent and nearly missing being crushed with an invisible sledgehammer. While still in mid-air, she kicked at her opponent, the Mime, but he turned around, blocking the attack with his sledgehammer. After landing on the rooftop, Ladybug turned around and jumped again, trying to land another kick, but the Mime blocked it.
Laybug stepped back, seeing the Mime charge at her, lifting his sledgehammer up, the weapon's shadow being visible on the wall next to them. Ladybug took a few steps back in order to avoid the sledgehammer, holding up her hands in a battle stance, only for her blood to run cold when she realized that her back was touching a wall.
Oh, no…
She took a brief glance, confirming the fact that she was cornered against a chimney stack and looked back, her eyes widening in surprise and her back and arms pressed against the wall.
''Agh!''
The Mime slammed the sledgehammer into the chimney stack, but Ladybug managed to duck, causing the chimney stack to be destroyed, with dust and debris flying around. Ladybug leaped out of the smoke with a look of panic on her expression.
That was close!
She managed to land next to another chimney stack, turning back and seeing the Mime charging at her. She leaped backwards, somersaulting and landing on the chimney stack, then jumped over the Mime.
''Take this!''
She somersaulted mid-air, attempting to land a hard kick on the Mime, but unfortunately for her, he defended himself with his sledgehammer again, holding it up with both hands, with rainbow sparks flying everywhere, outlining the weapon. Ladybug gritted her teeth.
Let's see who'll last longer!
She used the sledgehammer as a stepping stone, trying to land a kick with her other foot, but the Mime backed away and swung again with his other hand, with Ladybug jumping off the sledgehammer, somersaulting and landing on the roof yet again. She then lunged at him, her next kick being blocked by the sledgehammer once more. The Mime swung upwards with his other hand, only for Ladybug to use the sledgehammer as a stepping stone again, gaining height and kicking at him. The Mime dodged, stepping to the side, with Ladybug attempting to land another kick, only to miss when her opponent dodged again.
''Haaagrh!''
She kicked again, but her attack was blocked. The Mime went into the offensive, holding now two sledgehammers in each of his hands and charging at her. Ladybug leaped back, dodging his attacks and landing on another chimney stack, which the Mime destroyed.
Damn it! So close!
Ladybug jumped off, creating some distance between herself and the Mime. Her eyes narrowed as she observed her opponent, who turned around, seemingly planning his next move. Rest assured, this battle was far from over.
xXx
Chat Noir's ears twitched as he heard a strange sound.
''What was that?'' he muttered, frowning and figuring that he should investigate it. If Ladybug is somehow involved… While he knew that Ladybug would be angry at him for appearing, he still figured that he should at least check on her, making sure that nothing happened to her. If she somehow encountered the Mime again… Even though his primary focus was gaining Ladybug's trust, he did take note of their opponent, realizing that the Mime was someone who shouldn't be underestimated. She might need my help!
His ears twitched again as he heard an explosion-like sound and his eyes widened as he ran faster, making his way across another rooftop and landing on a chimney, staring at the furious battle below him. His instincts were correct – Ladybug had ran into the Mime again.
He observed the Mime and Ladybug suddenly charging at each other, the Mime clutching tightly the dual sledgehammers in his hands. The collision was inevitable, but Chat Noir had a bad feeling that it wouldn't be the Mime who'd take the brunt of it.
''Ladybug!'' he cried out in fear and panic.
However, instead of serving as a warning, his cry startled Ladybug, who glanced at him mid-charge, getting distracted. The Mime, who was solely focused on his opponent, swung at her with one of his sledgehammers. Fortunately, Ladybug managed to look back just in time, feeling her arm getting scraped just as she dodged the attack.
She retaliated by delivering another kick, which was blocked by the other sledgehammer. She then quickly crouched, swinging her leg, with the Mime jumping to dodge it. This was a mistake, as Ladybug dropped into a two-handed handstand position, using her arms as a spring and delivering a devastating kick to the Mime's exposed stomach, causing him to stumble back. She then jumped back on her feet, turning towards Chat Noir, glaring at him.
''Don't interfere!'' she yelled angrily.
Chat Noir remained speechless, not moving from where he was standing at. He stared in shock as Ladybug turned towards the Mime, who had recovered from the kick and attempted to land a hit on his own. Ladybug dodged it, reaching for the compact around her waist, and went for another kick, which was again blocked. The Mime gave her a confident look, as if telling her that this wouldn't work again, only for Ladybug to attempt to land another kick, which was blocked again.
As Ladybug somersaulted over the Mime, he noticed a black string tied around the sledgehammers, which were forcibly yanked out of his hands. As he turned around, he saw Ladybug swinging the yo-yo, the sledgehammers still attached to it and slammed it right into him, knocking him over. The string around the sledgehammers loosened as they disappeared, with Ladybug returning the yo-yo to its compact form and waiting intently for Mime's next move, taking a battle stance.
The Mime stared at her, a calculating look on his expression, then glanced briefly at Chat Noir, as if daring him to join the battle, despite Ladybug's earlier warning. However, he didn't move. Ladybug, on the other hand, did. She charged at the Mime, who pulled out another sledgehammer in order to defend himself.
He then stepped forward and swung the sledgehammer at Ladybug, who dodged it by leaping backwards, then charged right back. The Mime attempted to land a hit, but Ladybug dodged in the last second, rising her knee in the next and landing a blow on the Mime's chin. This stunned him long enough for Ladybug to land a punch to the gut, followed by a blow of Ladybug's staff to the chest that sent him flying.
Ladybug turned the staff back into a compact and took a battle stance, waiting for the Mime's next move. The latter was on his knees, rubbing his jaw, with a tiny trail of blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He glared at Ladybug, slowly getting up and holding something in his hand. Ladybug glanced at the shadows, realizing that it was a familiar cylindrical object. She charged at the Mime, but had already dropped it, causing smoke to erupt from the spot he was standing at.
Ladybug turned the compact into a yo-yo, throwing it at him in hopes of hitting him, but the yo-yo went right through the smoke, dissipating it. As she pulled it back, the Mime was already gone.
Ladybug was breathing deeply, feeling her heart race as she recovered from the battle. Frankly, while she wasn't happy that the Mime had escaped, she counted it as a win, as she managed to make him retreat.
Her eyes then narrowed as she looked up, noticing that Chat Noir was still observing her, a stunned look on his expression. They were both silent, staring at each other, waiting for some kind of response. When there wasn't any, Ladybug turned around and leaped off the rooftop. Chat Noir didn't follow her, opting to observe her as she left.
Once she vanished from his sight, he jumped on the rooftop on which the fight took place and looked around. Admittedly, there was some collateral damage, but given what the Mime was capable of, it could've been much worse.
''That was… something,'' Chat Noir muttered, remembering the look Ladybug gave him. She made it more than clear that was quite competent on her own. Whether it was her good luck charm or her own skills, she didn't need his help.
''Don't interfere!''
Chat Noir clenched his fists as he heard Ladybug's voice echo in his head. He had hoped that he'd be able to prove himself through this battle, that he would show Ladybug that he could be a reliable partner, but instead, Ladybug had shown him that she had no need for a partner and that she was capable to fighting her battles on her own.
She wasn't just showing the Mime that she was indeed a threat, but telling me that she could stand on her own just fine. Chat Noir's eyes narrowed as he felt a sense of emptiness spreading through his body.
''Don't tell me that you're giving up.'' Chat Noir's ears twitched as he heard Plagg, picking up the hint of worry in his teasing tone. He snorted.
''No, of course not,'' Chat Noir replied. ''It's just… I need a moment to think this through.''
''Not that there is much to think about,'' Plagg interrupted him, drawing Chat Noir's ire.
''I know, but nevertheless, maybe things don't have to end on such note,'' he replied, crossing his arms and tilting his head, smiling. ''The fact that she managed to figure things out in such a short time is quite impressive. If anything, this situation only got more interesting.''
xXx
''I'm just glad that classes are finally over.'' Bridgette stretched her arms, her and Sophie walking down the hallway towards the locker room. Fortunately, today, she had managed to get enough sleep, even though she still protested against getting out of her bed. Despite being successful in her battle against the Mime, the fight did wear her out.
''I wouldn't be so relieved if I were you,'' Sophie replied. ''Have you already forgotten about that essay we have to write?''
''No, I didn't,'' Bridgette replied, giving her a sheepish look. ''Although, telling us that we are free to choose any book written by a French author and give a commentary on the themes in it does sound like a loophole waiting to happen, especially since we didn't get any list. Have you even decided which one you're going to pick?''
''Maybe, but that's left up to the teacher and you know that Mme. Cartier wants us to do independent research,'' Sophie replied. ''As for the book, I had already decided on Le Père Goriot by Honoré de Balzac. It is pretty depressing, but that's realism for you. Besides, the criticism on society practically writes itself. What about you?''
''Honestly, I'm not sure,'' Bridgette replied as they entered the locker room, with both walking over to Sophie's locker. ''I did think about several novels, but I can't really make up my mind. I'll be probably spending the whole day at the library picking one.''
''Really?'' Sophie rose an eyebrow, giving Bridgette a mischievous look. ''Are you sure you're not going to stay at the library because of a certain blond bookworm?''
''Unfortunately, I won't,'' Bridgette replied, clasping her hands on her back. ''Besides, I don't even know whether he'll be there.''
''I wouldn't be so doubtful,'' Sophie replied, opening her locker and rummaging through her messenger bag, taking out a fashion magazine. ''Could you hold this for me?''
''Sure,'' Bridgette replied, taking the magazine and looked at it. ''Is it this month's issue?''
''Yeah,'' Sophie replied, taking out a book from her locker. ''I've been looking through it for some information about the upcoming Autumn Fashion Collection. Going by the interview, people seem to be most looking forward to is Monsieur Agreste's part of the show, as there hadn't been any information on what to expect from him.''
''I'm not surprised, especially considering what Amber had told us about him,'' Bridgette replied. ''It is a bit shocking to know that one of the most famous fashion designers is related to Félix.''
''I'm more shocked that Amber was the one who gave us the intel,'' Sophie replied in a deadpan tone.
''I wouldn't be as shocked as you are, Renard.'' Bridgette and Sophie turned their heads, seeing Amber approaching them. ''You know well that my mother is also a fashion designer, meaning it wouldn't be too surprising if she did a collaboration with Monsieur Agreste, despite the fact that he was a complete nightmare to work with.''
''What happened?'' Sophie asked curiously. Amber smirked, obviously delighted about dragging the two into a conversation peppered with gossip.
''Let's just say that Monsieur Agreste is a cold, ruthless man who only cares about his reputation,'' she said. ''One has to always be alert in the cut-throat world of fashion, not that you would know it, and this man is the type of person who can intimidate anyone and take control of anything in any type of situation.''
''If that's what he is like in public, one has to wonder what he is like in private,'' Bridgette mused.
''Probably just as unpleasant, if not worse,'' Amber replied, folding her arms and taking a look at her nails, then gave Bridgette a devious grin. ''At least we know why the Ice Prince behaves the way he does.''
''Only because Félix prefers to keep to himself doesn't mean that he's just like his uncle,'' Bridgette replied in a defensive tone.
''Keep telling yourself that, Cheng,'' Amber replied, with Bridgette glaring at her. ''You know, I don't mind you assuming the best in people, as it makes things much funnier when you get hit by the hard, cold truth. The face you make when your hope gets shattered into tiny pieces is just hilarious.''
Bridgette didn't respond, glaring daggers at Amber instead. The latter seemed to be quite amused, waving as she left the locker room.
''You know, I kind of hate to say it, but Amber isn't exactly wrong about the whole Félix situation,'' Sophie told Bridgette once Amber was out of earshot, closing her locker. ''He isn't doing himself much of a favour by acting so cold towards others.''
''I'm sure that he has his reasons for that,'' Bridgette replied. Sophie shrugged, taking the fashion magazine back from Bridgette.
''Who knows,'' she said. ''Anyways, I wish you luck with your book search.''
''Thanks,'' Bridgette replied, with her earrings giving off a barely noticeable shimmer. ''Also, I wish you luck with that dress you're working on. You said you had a bit of a block.''
''I did, but now, I do feel that I can come up with a good design,'' Sophie replied, waving as she left. ''I will send you a screenshot once I'm done. Bye, Bri!''
''Bye, Soph!'' Bridgette replied, walking over to her own locker as Sophie left the room. As she lowered her backpack, Tikki's head popped out of it.
''I have to admit, that was a nice thing to do for your friend,'' Tikki said.
''What do you mean?'' Bridgette asked, with Tikki giving her a curious look. ''Wait, you want to say- Honestly, I wasn't even aware-''
''As I had said, the good luck charm of the Ladybug Earrings will leak into your daily life,'' Tikki replied, smiling. ''Even if you didn't say it, you wanted to help your friend in some way and the Miraculous responded.''
''That's great, but I guess that the Miraculous won't help me with my assignment,'' Bridgette replied.
''Unfortunately, it won't,'' Tikki replied. Bridgette shrugged, closing her locker once she took the books she needed and made her way towards the library. However, instead of thinking about the assignment, her mind was occupied with the conversation she had with Sophie and Amber.
Admittedly, she had absolutely no intention to pry into Félix's life, but she did notice that he had never talked about his family situation and was surprised to learn that he lived with his uncle instead with his parents. She did overhear a few people ask him about Gabriel Agreste, mostly due to the latter's fame, but he quickly shut down any conversation about him, refusing to acknowledge their relationship.
Nevertheless, it did make her wonder whether Félix behaved like that because of his uncle's influence or if he was always like that. She was aware that he was also homeschooled, having asked him out of pure curiosity to which school he went before, only to be greeted by a snappy reply. She didn't mind it, figuring that he was just overwhelmed by the sudden change, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to help him, at least in some way.
He didn't even approach me about my card. Maybe there really isn't anything he wants to talk about or he feels that I'm not trustworthy enough. Bridgette's ahoge drooped at the thought. She sighed, having entered the library and strolling between the shelves on the search for a book.
''I guess it became a habit of yours to just follow me around.''
Bridgette suddenly turned around, only to see Félix staring at her coldly. It was quite obvious that he wasn't happy to see her, unlike Bridgette, who gave him a warm smile, her ahoge curving into a heart shape.
''Actually, I'm here to pick up a book for that essay Mme. Cartier gave us,'' Bridgette replied.
Félix stared at her for a moment, his cold gaze unreadable. Bridgette gave him a curious look, wondering what was going through his head.
''Do you at least know what you're going to be writing about?'' he said. Bridgette was a little surprised that he continued the conversation, even noticing a tone of reluctance and regret in his voice.
''To be honest, I don't really know,'' Bridgette admitted innocently. Félix frowned.
''You're hopeless,'' he replied in a deadpan tone. Frankly, Bridgette wanted to puff up her cheeks and pout, retorting how she would find the right book, but then she realized that Félix was indeed right – she had no idea what she was looking for.
''Could you at least help me?'' she asked, earning a stern gaze from Félix. ''I always see you reading some kind of book, so I figured you'd be an expert when it comes to literature.''
''Flattery will get you nowhere,'' Félix replied calmly, walking away and vanishing behind the bookshelf.
''Wait, I wasn't-'' Bridgette followed him around the bookshelf, only to get cut off.
''It all depends on what kind of topic you want to cover,'' Félix added in an informative tone, focusing on the books on the shelf. ''Each book carries its own message, leaving it to the reader to find it and interpret it. If you want to write a proper essay, you should find a novel that resonates with your interests.''
''Which book did you choose?'' Bridgette asked.
''The Stranger by Albert Camus,'' Félix replied, picking a book of the shelf and giving it to Bridgette. ''To quote the author: 'I only meant that the hero of my book is condemned because he does not play the game'.''
Bridgette glanced at the book Félix gave her, her ahoge curving into a question mark. ''Huh? Candide, ou l'Optimisme by Voltaire.''
''If I were to pick a book for you, I'd take one that criticizes perpetual optimism,'' Félix added in a sharp tone. Bridgette's eyes narrowed, with her feeling a little irked. She may have been infatuated with him, but she still recognized his criticism of her.
''I already know what Candide is about and it certainly isn't my cup of tea,'' Bridgette replied in a dry tone, giving Félix the book back. He appeared to be a little surprised by her response, giving her a curious look.
''Then, what are you going to pick?'' Félix asked as Bridgette walked past him, observing the books.
''I'm not sure, but when it comes to making choices, I do trust…'' Bridgette trailed off, her eyes widening in excitement as she found a book with a rather interesting title.
''La Bête humaine by Émile Zola,'' Félix muttered as he read the cover. He was familiar with the book and, admittedly, a little surprised to see it in the school library. ''I must warn you, that book covers quite dark topics of the mind of a criminal, a murderer, and it is everything but subtle about its message; that message being how there is a beast lurking within every human.''
''Don't worry, I can handle such dark themes,'' Bridgette replied confidently. ''Besides, I do like stories that delve into the psychology of a character and show that there is more to them than it initially seems.''
Félix rose an eyebrow, not being used to seeing Bridgette so determined, unless it was about her own crush on him. I may be wrong, but did she believe I was challenging her? He gave her a questioning look. It feels as if something changed inside her after my initial recommendation.
The look of confidence was soon replaced by a familiar warm smile, with Félix realizing that Bridgette would be back to her usual antics. Without a word, he walked over to his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.
''Félix?'' Félix turned his head, frowning and wondering what she wanted from him now. ''Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it.''
''Like said, you are a hopeless case,'' Félix replied curtly and was about to leave, only for Bridgette to respond again.
''You know, my favorite book is Journey to the West,'' she said, walking up to him. ''If you have read it, maybe we could meet up and talk about it-''
''I didn't,'' Félix cut her off, finally leaving. To his relief, Bridgette didn't say anything nor did she follow him. He did sneak a glance back, seeing that she looked quite happy and content, despite his rejection, leaving him puzzled.
xXx
Félix's eyes narrowed as he focused on his opponent, who went on the offensive. He held up his arms crossed above his head, catching his opponents strike. His opponent then attempted to punch him with his free hand, only for Félix to grab it and pull his opponent towards him, then kick his opponent in the gut, causing the latter to fall over. He then stepped back, observing his opponent, who got quickly checked on by their sensei. Once he made sure that Félix's opponent was fine, he turned to Félix and the rest of the class.
''This should be enough for today,'' he said. Félix turned to his opponent, with the two quickly bowing to each other and joining the rest of their classmates, who all turned their attention towards their sensei. ''You have all made significant progress in the past months and I believe that some of you are ready to aquire the next rank.''
Félix glanced down at the brown belt that adorned his karategi. He had already been discussing his progress with his sensei, who was quite confident that Félix was ready for the black belt rank. Not only did he show significant control and focus during his sparring matches, but his reaction time was on another level. It also helped that during the past weeks, he spent his time as Chat Noir.
The class bowed one last time and their sensei dismissed them. Walking out of the dojo, Félix went to the lockers room, his mind still focused on the today's lesson. Despite his performance, he knew that there was still room for improvement. His senses weren't as enhanced as he wanted them to be and his punches were still weaker than he desired. While his stance was good enough, he was worried that he might get caught off-balance and lose the match thanks to a lack of foresight on his part.
You need to be perfect.
Félix shuddered as he heard his uncle's voice echo in his head. No matter what he did, every time he was aware that his performance was less than satisfactory, he could see the image of the old man observing him and criticizing him. He hated it.
Shaking his head, he changed back into his regular clothes, taking his time until he eventually remained the only person in the room. He tried to focus instead on the events from the previous night, only for the image of a disappointed Ladybug to pop into his mind. It didn't make him feel better.
''Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it.''
He sighed as Bridgette's words haunted him, wondering why he couldn't get the same kind of reaction from Ladybug. He understood that she was angry at him for hiding his bad luck curse, but he didn't feel like he had much of a choice in the matter. He needed to get ring of and he planned to do it without making Ladybug aware of the curse. However, instead of succeeding, his silence and reluctance to tell her anything made the situation only more complicated.
There has to be a way to get her to trust me. Félix closed his eyes, trying to calm down. If I want that kiss, then I'll have to up the ante, which means…
''I know that expression,'' Plagg said, flying out of his backpack, holding up a piece of camembert. ''What are you up to now, Kid?''
''If I have to act as a hero to get Ladybug to kiss me, then I will,'' Félix told him firmly, finishing his thought.
''Whaaaat?!'' Plagg's eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping and accidentally letting the camembert fall out of his hands.
''You heard me,'' Félix responded calmly. ''Ladybug is focused on being a superheroine and she currently regards me as someone who will get into her way, which isn't incorrect. Therefore, the only way for me to earn her trust is to prove myself as Chat Noir by taking things seriously and taking on the duty as a superhero.''
''You really have some crazy ideas,'' Plagg said, flying down and picking up the camembert, looking quite disappointed when he saw that it was dirty. ''Why do you think that this will even work? You are no hero and you know that.''
''True, but I believe that I can pretend to be one,'' Félix replied. ''I don't mind being Chat Noir for just a little bit longer.''
xXx
The man was standing in front of a window, staring at the city below him, his arms folded on his back. He had white hair and white eyes, wearing a white dress suit with a pale tan vest and bow, with a pale silver and purple oval brooch being attached to the bow. He heard someone entering the room, his eyes narrowing, but he didn't address the visitor.
The man who entered the room was the Mime, placing a file on the desk that was in the room. He then stepped back, waiting for the man to respond. Eventually, the man turned around, glancing at the file, his eyes narrowing. He then sat down, opening the file and reading the reports, which also featured photos of two people in red and black suits.
''Ladybug…'' he muttered. ''And Chat Noir…''
He propped his arms against the table and leaned his chin against his entwined hands, observing the reports. The Mime stared at him silently, waiting for a response. The man closed his eyes.
''Do I need to repeat myself?'' he whispered, his voice calm and deep, yet there was a hint of threat in it. ''You know what to do with pests.''
The Mime nodded, leaving the room. The man opened his eyes as he heard the door close, frowning. He stood up, folding his hands on his back and turned towards the window, thinking about the reports he had read. It seemed that these two, Ladybug and Chat Noir, might be a nuisance. Still, as long as they didn't cause any major setbacks to his plans, he didn't care about them.
The man, Gabriel Agreste, reached for the oval brooch on his bowtie, his fingers brushing across it.
I won't let anyone stand in my way.
