Because Cat Noir doesn't exist in this AU, there can't be a Copycat, so have an original villain with a similar purpose.


Théo Barbot / Eraser

An anxious crowd had gathered at the Place des Vosges.

Théo Barbot would unveil a new mural in a few minutes.

"I'm sure you've outdone yourself, Théo," commended Mayor Bouregois.

"It was my honor," replied the artist. "And I can't wait to meet Super Nathan. I hope he'll autograph the photo I used as the inspiration for the mural."

"Oh, it's nearly time. Super Nathan should be here by now."


High above the streets of Paris, a game of Heroes and Villains was in progress.

"Where are you, Super Nathan?", called Stormy Weather. She blew a few chimneys away, hoping for him to emerge, but he didn't.

"I'll see if anyone can help us capture him." Lady Wifi hacked into all the screens of an apartment building, broadcasting a message. "If any one of you knows where Super Nathan is hiding, hand him over to us on the roof."

A few minutes passed, with no answers.

"If anyone isn't saying anything because of their love for him, I'm gonna make sure they hate him!" Dark Cupid flew into the lobby and fired random people, but no one expressed their new-found hatred against Super Nathan.


Minutes later, no one had arrived at the ceremony.

"Excuse me, sir," said Théo, "but Super Nathan's not here."

"Don't worry about Super Nathan," chided the Mayor. "I'm sure he'll be any minute."

"It's just that I wanted him to autograph this photo," replied Théo, producing his lucky charm: a newspaper clipping with a full color photo of Super Nathan leaping in front of the Eiffel Tower. The headline was just one word: "Incroyable!"

"He's amazing. He's so brave and smart, the way he always saves everyone..."

"Perhaps the ceremony should commence," suggested the Mayor. "It might bring him here faster."

"Please, just one minute more, Mayor Bourgeois! He's going to come. I can feel it."


Back at the lobby, one of Dark Cupid's victims caught the villain by surprise.

"Guys, I found Super Nathan," he called.

Stormy Weather and Lady Wifi landed by the heartbreaker's sides.

"Correction," said the black-lipped victim, "I'm not Super Nathan. I... am Eraser!"

Eraser ran into a dark hallway, prompting the villains to follow him.

He produced a pen that resembled Nathan's, except it had an eraser on both sides.

He erased the door lock, trapping everyone inside.

To their horror, he pointed the eraser at himself, rubbed part of his suit off... then tossed it away to reveal the regular Super Nathan.

"You really outdid yourself, Super Nathan," complimented Lady Wifi.

"I actually thought I transformed you for a sec," added Dark Cupid.

"Thanks." Nathan replied. "I've been practicing."

"So, same time next week?," asked Stormy Weather.

"Sure... I guess."

"TTYL!", said Lady Wifi.

And with that, the four contestants split up.


With no superhero in sight, the Mayor had no choice but to begin the ceremony.

"It's only proper for the City of Paris to pay homage to he who protects us from evil. Super Nathan!"

The Mayor pulled on the cloth covering the wall, revealing Théo's mural.

It was a painting of Super Nathan, done entirely in black plant on a white wall. Each and every detail was remarkably lifelike, and one could be forgiven for thinking it was a photo.

As expected, it was met with applause.

Alya arrived just in time to get a good view. "Can I get some photos for my blog?"

"Sure. Step on up," invited Théo.

"This painting is amazing. One thing's slightly off, though; Super Nathan uses a drawing tablet, not a sketchpad."

"I would've corrected it had Super Nathan showed up."

Alya looked at Théo, puzzled.

"I mean... I just wanted to express my adoration for him. Let him know that everything I had went into this mural. I'm sure if he took a little time to get to know me, he would see how much we have in common: our devotion to the things we love."

"Hey, don't mean to burst your bubble," said Alya, "but you know Super Nathan's really busy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he fights villains every other day."

Théo walked away, growling. "What do people see in Super Nathan and not me?"


Théo returned to his basement studio.

He banged on the full-size sketch of the mural on his wall, frustrated. "What is it with that Super Nathan? Why does everyone love him and not me? I'm eighteen years old and an amazing artist, yet everyone ignores me for that teenager! Ugh!"

Suddenly, there was a thud behind him.

Eraser's costume - an exact match of Super Nathan's - and his eraser pen somehow appeared on the floor.

The frown on Théo's face twisted into a devious grin. "Time to kick that superhero out of the limelight."


Théo, looking exactly like Super Nathan, strolled into the Louvre, one of his favorite places of inspiration.

He casually walked up to the room containing the Mona Lisa, but he wasn't there to admire it.

Taking cover in the ever-present crowd of tourists, he inconspicuously bypassed all the security systems and simply plucked da Vinci's masterpiece from the wall. "Don't mind me. Just stealing this painting. Go about your business."

He walked away in plain sight, biting his lollipop's stick.

Unfortunately, a sharp-eyed civilian noticed the theft. "Hey!" He put his hand on Théo, only to get tripped.

Another tourist pulled out his phone. "I gotta get this on camera!"


Nathaniel rode home in a city bus.

He was the only passenger today, so he saw this bus as his personal limousine.

He reclined on the back seat to have a better view of the TV.

The endless commercials were suddenly interrupted by breaking news. "We've just received reports that a spectacular theft has been reported at the Louvre," reported Nadja. "Amateur video showed without a shadow of a doubt that the thief is none other than the famous hero, Super Nathan."

"Super Nathan" turned to the camera and snarled, "This painting is my masterpiece!"

Nathaniel was appalled. "His masterpiece?! Not only is that person a fake, he's a terrible fake!"

He pressed the emergency stop button and ran out of the bus, ducking in an alley. "Art on!"


The real Super Nathan landed in front of the Louvre Pyramid, where Roger Raincomprix was waiting for him.

Seeing the superhero gave the Officer the go-ahead to summon his subordinates, fully-armored riot police imported from Hong Kong and Belarus.

"Whoa, easy haters," said Nathan. "You've got the wrong Nathan! That thief's an impostor. I'm the real Super Nathan!"

Roger raised his left hand, making the policemen lower their weapons.

"Let me check out where the robbery took place," offered Nathan. "I have a knack for finding little details. Y'know, artist insticts."

"Of course," agreed Roger. "Come with me. Thanks for your help, Super Nathan."


Super Nathan entered the Mona Lisa room alone.

The first things that caught his eye were obviously the security systems.

Some parts were missing without a trace, an effect he'd only seen when erasing things with his powers. It was obvious that someone was using his powers against him.

But the most jarring thing was the chewed lollipop stick left on a bench. Not only is it littering, but I hate lollipops!, Nathan thought. How could those policemen be fooled so easily?

Little did he know that they were actually being serious.

Out of sight, Officer Roger acquired the remote for the security system, making bars fall over all the entrance.

"Artist's in the slammer," he said into his walkie-talkie, "I repeat, artist's in the slammer."

Nathan was all but intimidated. "Not a problem art couldn't fix."

He simply erased the bars and walked to freedom... or, at least, he thought he would.

His escape through the lobby was blocked by a formation of riot police, banging their batons on their shields.

"Thanks for the warm hospitality, but I gotta split, so... I'll just say this one more time. You've got the wrong artist!" Nathan drew a tornado in the lobby, toppling the policemen like bowling pins.

A deep-voiced policeman spoke through Roger's walkie-talkie. "Super Nathan is getting away!"

"If he's so innocent, then why is he running away?", asked Roger.

"Well, if you were wrongly imprisoned, wouldn't you run?"


Some time later, Super Nathan found refuge on the roof of a building overlooking the Louvre courtyard.

Watching the policemen from behind a chimney, he planned his next move.

"Requesting assistance," ordered Roger, "I repeat, requesting assistance. We are in pursuit of the suspect..."

I've gonna find the real culprit and save my talent, Nathan thought.

He crawled on all fours, making sure to be lower than the railings, only to get spotted by a police helicopter.

"Give yourself up, Super Nathan!" demanded its pilot.

But the hero only dove out of sight.


Super Nathan went back to the apartment where he played with the villains earlier.

If the thief had his exact looks and power, he reasoned, then he must've found the suit and eraser he threw away.

He went back to the very spot where he last saw his creations.

To his surprise, he saw a disguised, but very loose trapdoor on the floor.


Super Nathan found himself in an art studio.

It was huge; probably twice the size of his entire apartment. He'd always dreamed of having one of these.

He walked up to a desk, wondering who works here. Maybe he'll make a new friend or intern under them someday.

It was surprisingly empty, except for a box of colored pencils.

They weren't just any colored pencils; they were the best on the market. Needless to say, Nathan wanted to try them. He opened the box...

...only to find a note that read "You have good taste, Super Nathan."

Before he could react, a cage fell on him.

Thinking quickly, he drew a lockpick, only to see it erase itself before his eyes.

He looked up to see Théo stomping at him, brandishing his eraser. "Well, well, well, look who my trap dragged in."

"Who are you and what do you want?", screamed Nathan.

"My name's Théo. Théo Barbot. Or should I say... the Eraser."

"Why are you doing this?!"

"It's simple, Super Nathan. Everyone loves you. You're only... what? Thirteen? Fourteen?"

"Fifteen."

"Fifteen. You're only fifteen, you showed up out of nowhere, yet everyone admires you like you're da Vinci or Picasso. In fact, the Mayor has commissioned a mural of you to be displayed at the Place des Vosges."

Théo showed him a full-sized sketch of the mural on the wall.

"But look at me. I'm eighteen. I've been drawing since I was in sixième. Yet no one appreciates my talent. My social media posts never get any attention. If it wasn't for the Mayor's commission, I'd be saying goodbye to this studio at the end of the month."

"Don't be sad, Théo."

"Why shouldn't I? If no one appreciates my work, then it's all going to waste."

With a swipe of his eraser, a bunch of easels in the far corner faded into nonexistence.

"Don't do that!"

"If my idols don't return the love I have for them, then they must pay!"

"Dude, the Mayor of Paris personally chose you to paint his mural! Isn't that honorable enough?"

Théo's anger instantly subsided. "I guess... but the mural's just gonna honor you and not me."

"Did you sign it?"

"Yes, of course... but it's so tiny that no one's gonna notice it. And besides, everyone's gonna read the giant plaque about you instead, which, last I heard, would soon be a monument historique."

"Such a shame. Your art is really good."

"Really? You think it's good?"

"Yeah. I really like the way you did the shading. It looks so realistic! And that's coming from someone who'd rather draw webcomics."

"Why, thanks, Super Nathan!"

"My pleasure."

"So, will you stop impersonating me?"

"Sure. But first, will you please sign this?", asked Théo, pulling out his newspaper clipping.

"No problem." Super Nathan signed the photo with his magic tablet pen.

Théo was ecstatic at his autograph. He tucked it back in his pocket and discarded Eraser's costume.

Nathan then restored the Mona Lisa room and called off the policemen.

"So, Théo," quipped Nathan, "ready to get your exposure?"


The next day, Théo, Super Nathan, and Mayor Bourgeois were at the Place des Vosges.

"I am extremely honored to have this mural of me displayed at the beautiful Place des Vosges," said Nathan to a crowd. "I am especially thankful for our Mayor, Mr. André Bourgeois, for commissioning it, and for Théo Barbot, who painted it. As a young artist blessed with popularity, I'd like to share my gift with those whose talents are being ignored by the masses. In cooperation with the Louvre, I am proud to present... Théo Barbot: Products of a Parisian Prodigy!"

A large sheet fell nearby, revealing standing paintings from Théo's archives. Each was labelled with its title, a brief description, its history, and Théo's age when he created it.

The crowd was more than amazed at the display.

"So, Théo," said Nathan, bumping his shoulder, "how's it like to be popular?"

Before he could answer, he felt a note being slid into his shirt pocket.

"I'm glad you finally got the recognition you deserve, Théo. If you ever feel upset, you can play Heroes and Villains with me, Stormy Weather, Lady Wifi, and Dark Cupid. Your abilities as Eraser make for a great villain. Trust me, you'll have a lot of fun. Signed, Super Nathan."