The moment I walked through the door, Mom removed the boxes of macaroons from my hands, set them down on the small table for keys and other things, then proceeded to crush my lungs as she hugged me.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay!" She cried, burying her face in my shoulder and holding me even tighter. "I've been so worried! When you didn't come home or text me ten minutes after the attack, I-I thought something might have happened to you and the Dupain-Chengs!" She pulled away when I lightly tapped her back three times in quick succession, which, in these types of hugs, meant I couldn't breathe.

Now, some might say that she was being over protective, but I thought the timing made sense, especially when an Akuma was causing things to blow up or crashing to other things, and your one and only child- who is mute- had disappeared without a word aside from the promise of a superhero that they were safe. Five minutes of waiting to make sure everything was clear to leave, and five minutes to finish getting anything from the bakery and heading home. The walk between our home and the bakery was only a few minutes long, after all.

Mom's eyes were watery and her irises shined like gems, red blotches and puffiness forming around them making me realize just how scared I made her. This hurt much more than her being angry and disappointed in me. I scared her, and I promised her I wouldn't do it ever again after the accident.

I looked down feeling my own tears start to sting my eyes. I was an idiot for not thinking this through today. First, I forget to place a note saying I was leaving so she doesn't think I left without telling her, then I forgot to make sure I made it back in a reasonable amount of time. I took mom's hand and gently traced letters into it, spelling out "I'm sorry."

She took a deep breath and shook her head, the corner of her lips twitching into a small smile. "No, no, it's okay. You're okay." She held my hand gently in her own and her thumb stroked the back of my hand soothingly. "I'm still trying to get used to all this, y'know? All these innocent people being turned into villains, superheroes, the new home... I don't know how you've adjusted so quickly." She laughed softly and brushed her hair behind her ear, lifting her gaze so she made eye contact with me. I shrugged slightly and offered her a shaky smile, before writing, "Friends?" on her palm.

She laughed sweetly and nodded. "Yes, I suppose friends would definitely help with adjusting." I nodded and smiled, happy to see she was already bouncing back from worrying.

A second later her smile turned into a smirk, a teasing light flickering to life in her eyes as she grabbed the boxes she had set down before. "Speaking of friends, the blond boy you brought over a while ago certainly was cute." She hummed, turning to go to the kitchen and set the boxes down. "When are you going to ask him out on a date?" She turned her head slightly to look at me from the corner of her eyes as she gave me a suggestive smirk.

My face flared red and I hid my face in my hands, thoroughly embarrassed. Her laugh sounded like bells as she opened the freezer, setting one of the boxes of macaroons there as I entered the kitchen.

I really wished I had my voice, wanting to exclaim in embarrassment instead of silently suffer. I huffed and grabbed the small notebook in my pocket to talk to her.

"I don't like him like that!"

She giggled and shook her head slightly. "Your face says otherwise, sweetheart."

"Mom!" My entire face felt hot now, only proving her point further. I was probably close to matching the red of my eyes.

She lightly covered her mouth with her hand and tried to hold back giggles, a small snort leaving instead. I huffed quietly, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away. She cooed softly and walked over, hugging me around my waist gently. "Aw, I'm sorry. I'll stop teasing you now." She pat my stomach lightly and moved away, going to the box she left out.

"Let's have some sweets now, yes?"Mom grabbed two of the small cookies, handing me one. I nodded in thanks and took a small bite of the sweet at the same time she took a bite of hers. She moaned happily and giggled again, smiling. "These are amazing! Jasper, you're going to have to keep me away from that bakery or else I'm going to get fat off their products." She said as she popped the rest of the macaroon into her mouth.

I smiled and nodded, chuckling faintly. "Yes mom." I wrote, rolling my eyes slightly as she took another macaroon and ate this one in a few big bites while reading it.

"Oh, shush with your sarcasm!" She waved her hand dismissively, glancing at the freezer. "By the way, why'd you get that second one? We'll be fine with just one for a few days."

"I'm meeting a friend tonight and thought some treats would be nice to have."

Mom read it and hummed, nodding slightly. "Alright. Just, do me a favor and be home some time before midnight?"

I nodded again and she smiled. "Thank you sweetheart. Can you also do me a favor and text me when you are on your way home? I can unlock the door for you or something."

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just do me a favor and actually get some decent sleep tonight? No more painting after nine, and I will set five different alarms throughout the house to make sure you don't go past it."

Mom pouted slightly but sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll stop for the night once nine o'clock hits."

"And make sure to eat, and go to bed as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, I know! Now go get ready to meet your friend!" She gently pushed me towards the bathroom, smiling a little. "You need to shower again, sweaty."

A few hours later and it was time for me to meet Chat Noir, so I texted my mom that I was leaving after grabbing the box of macaroons from the freezer, transformed into Wolven, and left through my window to make my way to the Seine at sundown.

I hummed as I went along the roof tops, waving to the few people still in the streets as night began to fall over the city whenever they saw me.

I made it to the closest bridge, which happened to be the Pont de Artes bridge, locks and all. I studied some of the locks as I waited, humming in thought. A few areas of the metal grid work looked weighed down and ready to break. Was it really worth it to place a lock along the bridge and throw away the key? What happens if you break up?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet landing next to me, and when I turned to see who it was I smiled.

"Hey, Chat Noir."

"Hey there, Wolven."

I held out the box of macaroons to him and smiled a little more. "I, uh, I brought some macaroon's from Tom and Sabine's bakery. Either we can share them, or, you can have them all to yourself."

Chat Noir's grin grew even bigger, and he eagerly took the box. "Oh my god, thank you!" He opened the box and immediately put one in his mouth, handling me another. I laughed at the sparkle in his eyes, shaking my head lightly.

"You're so silly."

He blushed lightly beneath the mask and laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry, I don't eat treats often. I, uh, am kind of under a strict diet outside of being a hero and I can't very well tell them to stop giving me the diet without telling them I'm a superhero."

I nodded, laughing softly. "Well then, I'm glad you like the treat."

"Thanks again." He leaned against the railing along with me, looking out at the Seine river. We were quiet for a few minutes, just looking out over the river, before I started speaking. "Well... what do you want to know? And, uh, do you want to walk around while we talk?"

"We can walk, and I don't really mind what you talk about. Just tell me all that you're comfortable telling me and I'll do the same." He pushed off the railing, smiling at me. "Have you ever walked around Paris at night? You said you were new here when I first met you."

I nodded, straightening slightly when I left my small perch against the rail. "I've never walked around at night, no. Haven't really had the chance to go around and figure it out, I guess."

"What's there to figure out?" He asked, motioning with a tilt of his head for me to follow him as he started walking towards the Louvre. I followed him quietly, tail swaying side to side slowly.

"A lot of things. I-I've had a lot going on in the past year. One of the big things was getting my Kwami, Neeks. He," I laughed breathily, shaking my head slightly and looking down with a small smile, "He managed to find me in one of the most critical times of my life. In a way, he saved me. He'd been able to give me, well, everything. Without him, I'd still be miserable."

Chat Noir nodded, smiling a little. "Yeah, I kind of understand what you mean. All my life, I've been told what to do, no questions asked. When Plagg came along, everything began to change. I was given freedom, if only a little, and I've made so many friends that like me for who I am, not who I'm related to or because of my work." He took out his staff and played with it a little as he spoke, spinning it around his hand. I nodded and hummed softly, trying to think of what else to talk about.

"Where did you learn to dance?"

I blinked, looking at Chat a little surprised. I didn't think he'd remember the small, self-indulgent show I had put on during the dancer akuma incident. "Oh, I had taught myself to a degree, and my mom had signed me up for classes for a few years before an accident made it so I couldn't do it anymore."

He looked at me in confusion, a slight pout on his lips. "But you danced so well against Streaker. Heck, I'm pretty sure you were winning, and I think she was a professional."

I laughed softly and smiled, shrugging. "Strange, right? Whatever makes my Kwami different, makes me different too, unless you guys can heal with the transformation."

His eyes lit up at that. "Seriously?! That's so cool!"

I nodded again and grinned, showing my two small fangs as I was filled with childish excitement. "I know! I'm so thankful for it, or else doing any and almost everything would be so difficult as a superhero!"

"But I can do things perfectly fine, and so can Ladybug! We don't have some healing ability."

I laughed softly and gestured to the air, shrugging slightly. "Well, I mean, I do have a permanent injury that makes it difficult for me outside of being a hero."

His cheeks flushed red and he lightly slapped his hand onto his face, groaning softly. "Oh right, you literally just mentioned it! I'm so sorry, Wolven." He smiled apologetically, teeth still bright white even under the moonlight. "It's just... A little weird, how different you say you are outside of being a hero. Not in a bad way, I mean." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and I laughed, shaking my head.

"Don't worry! It's not your fault. It's pretty weird for me, too." I said softly, lightly clapping him on the shoulder and patting it. "I probably woke up the entire neighborhood the first time I transformed, what with all my screaming, laughing, and cheering in the middle of the night." I was quiet for a moment and hummed softly in thought, looking up at the sky. "They probably don't miss me all that much because of that, but hey, who knows." I shrugged again and looked down, bumping his shoulder lightly.

We had gone across the Seine, and were wandering around in the empty streets by the Louvre. Soft music was playing from somewhere nearby and filled the silence of the city. The Louvre's lights were dimmed since they had closed not too long ago, and I vaguely wondered just how much time had passed already. It shouldn't have been too long, right?

"Anyway, what's next on the list about me... Well, my favorite sweets are cotton candy and practically anything with chocolate and/or peanut butter...and my favorite food is this Lemon-Wine chicken recipe from my mom's side of the family. It's so good." I smiled slightly as I spoke, mouth faintly watering at the memory of the taste on my tongue. "I also like pretty much anything with coffee in it. Or just coffee."

Chat Noir chuckled and nodded. "I see. Is your mom a good cook?"

"She's pretty good. Not the best, but, not the worst, either. As cliche as it is, her food is filled with love and care with each bite. It's always great to enjoy a home-cooked meal, you know?" I looked over to Chat once again, quickly noticing how his gaze fell slightly and he seemed down, the grin. "Shoot, did I say something wrong? I said something wrong. Sorry!" I began rambling apologies, not sure what I had said wrong but knowing it was quite possible it had everything and anything to do with the talk of family.

"No, it's okay. I'm just.. Remembering stuff, I guess." He smiled again a little weakly, and my panic both flared and dropped from the action, nervous and wanting to make sure he didn't say anything he didn't want to.

"Still! Family stuff can be hard, right? Private. I don't want you to feel like you have to tell me anything and I understand not wanting to talk about it and falling into memories..." I trailed off slightly as I started up another nervous rant, staring slightly at Chat as he waited for me to continue, any trace of sadness replaced with faint curiosity. My cheeks slowly began to turn red as my fleeting thoughts proceeded to screech to a halt and rewind, practically wiping away the point I was trying to make. "... I... I had a better point to add... But I don't remember it..." I said sheepishly, eyes falling to the floor and hand coming up to rub at the back of my head.

Chat Noir chuckled again and pat my shoulder, dropping it a moment later. "That's okay, it happens to the best of us. You're probably tired."

"Maybe. It was rather hectic today, with the Akuma and all."

Chat bit his lip and nodded slightly. "Yeah, it was pretty crazy for me, too..." He sighed and I pat his back gently, watching as he seemed to deflate a little bit more.

"So I take it you had a busy day? Tell me just how busy it was without giving away who you are." I smiled slightly, trying to come up with ways to get Chat Noir smiling and happy again. I could try challenging him to a race to the Eiffel Tower, or something. After wracking my brain a few moments while Chat was silent, I still couldn't come up with something. I really need to learn where things are around here and what's fun to do. My attention snapped back to Chat when he started speaking, giving him my full attention.

"Well, I went to school and got into an argument with one of the kids there. She used to be my only friend, but now she's really mean and won't stop picking on this new kid. He's my friend, and he can't talk, so she keeps insisting that he can and started to... Hurt him, really. I think it was suppose to be harmless, for the most part, but he's sensitive about his voice and the injuries he has and she practically exposed them for the world to see..."

I nodded, listening quietly. I was slowly getting a really creepy feeling and became a little confused because I went through pretty much the same thing. "That's... That's weird..." I mumbled.

"What's weird?" Chat Noir looked just as confused now that I spoke, probably trying to figure out why I said his story was weird. I bit my lip and looked at him, hesitating on answering. I studied his face more, taking in the smallest details; the green of his eyes and the small, darker green flecks inside them, the dirty golden blond of his hair, the lightly tanned tone to his skin. I took it all in, mentally bringing up a picture of everyone who was there at the scene earlier today and was physically male that might even vaguely look like Chat as I spoke.

"I, um, had the exact same thing happen to me... Sort of."

Nino? No.

"What do you mean by sort of?"

Ivan? No.

"I was the one a girl was picking on..."

Nathanael? No.

"Really?" Chat Noir looked perplexed, ears perking up slightly in what might have been surprise. Slowly, I nodded. "Yeah, I-"
Adrien?

I cut off, staring at Chat with wide eyes. They had the same green eyes and golden hair, the same face. There were subtle differences, but they were exactly the same.

His interest slowly dropped, replaced by worry, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Wolven?"

Even their voices were the same.

"Oh my god..." I breathed, still looking at Chat Noir in shock.

Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste.

To Kairi4ever15 and SonderManatee: I apologize for the coding problem last chapter, I believe I have fixed it. Thank you for letting me know about it!

To Delete this fic (although I know you aren't reading): Well aren't you just a lovely person, you must LOVE being rude to people :3 your opinion is, I'm afraid, invalid. Have a nice day!