I just realized that when I described Jasper's mom in Meeting Momma Mitzy, I said that she had him when she was 24 and was currently 37. That would make Jasper 13. I don't know how I messed that up, but Jasper is supposed to be 14 going on 15. Oops. I'm going to go fix that now, but I just thought I'd let you guys know about the change.

About an hour after Neeks told me a little of his story, mom came into the room after knocking on the door, a plate in her hands with a simple ham and cheese sandwich in her hands. "Hey, Jaspie. Feel any better?" She asked softly, using an old nickname she had given me when I was younger, walking over and setting the plate in front of me as she pulled over a chair to sit next to me.

I took the small notebook I placed next to me and started writing my response. "I feel fine, mom. Thank you for the sandwich."

"No problem, baby." She sighed and pat my knee softly. She looked a little uncertain about something, biting her lip and just giving off an uncomfortable vibe. I turned my notebook back to me and wrote my question.

"What's on your mind?"

Mom read it and bit her lip a little harder, running a hand through her long black hair. "Jasper, what's your opinion on that one superhero- Wolven?" I tensed slightly and bit the inside of my cheek, shrugging slightly before motioning for her to continue. "Well, I was just... just thinking- he acts so much like you did before your accident! He can dance, and he smiles and laughs and his voice expresses so much... And he even looks like you! Isn't that strange? It-It was so strange... I almost burst into tears when I saw his smile..." Her embarrassed and uncertain smile turned sad as she looked down, eyes starting to tear up. I tensed a little more and quickly hugged her, pulling her close so her head rested on my shoulder. I rubbed her back as she hugged me, not sure what else to do.

"He reminds me of you so much, Jaspie!" She sobbed softly, making my heart break a little bit. "I love how you are now, but whenever I heard him talk, or laugh, in those news reports or the ladyblog videos- it just reminds me of you and it makes me miss those days- when we didn't have to be afraid! When you weren't scared and could dance and not be short of breath." Mom moved away and held her head in her hands, a loud sob escaping her. "I'm such a terrible mother for even thinking that!" She wailed, looking almost picturesque as she held her head in her hands, her wavy hair curtailing her as she curled in on herself, late afternoon light trickling in through the curtains in my room and causing a halo effect around her.

My heart broke at the sight and I frowned, shaking my head even though she couldn't see it. She had no reason to feel that she was a terrible mother. Even I felt that way sometimes, and I was also the person who was causing her to feel this way. I hugged her tightly, shaking my head. I lifted her head up gently and mouthed, "You aren't a terrible mother. It's okay to feel that way."

She smiled, still crying and sniffling softly as she moved to wipe her tears away. She laughed faintly, shaking her head slightly. I offered her a tissue and she took it gratefully, dabbing at the corner of her eyes. "When did you become such a mature boy?" She teased lightly, making me smile and shrug slightly.

"When the best mother in the world raised me?" I wrote with a sly grin, making her blush and laugh again.

"Aw, you flatter me." She hugged me gently again, resting her chin on my head. "I love you, Jasper."

I drew a heart on her back then a U and the number two, smiling and hugging her a bit tighter. We stayed like that for a few seconds longer, mom running her hand through my hair and I held her tightly, sighing happily and nuzzling her shoulder gently.

When she pulled away, she sighed and dabbed at her eyes again with the tissue, clearing her throat slightly. "Well, I apologize for throwing that on you so suddenly, I just... I panicked when I heard that you had gotten caught by the Akuma and thought I would actually lose you this time if the heroes didn't get there in time."

I held up a hand and shook my head, trying to tell her she didn't need to feel guilty about that, or explain why she burst into tears. I know the past few years have been harder on her than they have on me, mainly because I had Neeks with me and a chance to be like I had been in the past.

She still seemed like she wanted to explain, but after a moment it faded and she smiled sweetly instead. "Okay, okay. I get it. I'll stop being guilty and go start the last few pictures for the exhibition." She ruffles my hair once more before leaving the room. "Don't forget to eat!" She called over her shoulder as she closed the door to my room.

Neeks chuckled softly and whistled slightly. "Wow, today is a very active day for you." He teased lightly, floating over from his hiding place on his pillow. I nodded and began eating the sandwich that mom had brought in before she had started crying.

"Yeah, but that's okay. I understand where she's coming from." I wrote down as I ate, looking outside the window. I'd have to go on patrol soon and explain what had happened earlier with the Akuma. What even caused that one? I couldn't really say I cared too much about the reason, but I did feel bad for whoever it was and would have listened to their problems if I had had the time. I think it had been the chemistry teacher, but at the time I was too panicked to tell.

When I finished eating, I picked up the plate and stood up, Neeks coming to rest on my shoulder as we walked from my room. Faint music was trickling out of Mom's studio, her humming following it as she worked on her next painting. She had a tendency to play music while sketching out the design of her pictures of painting it, but when she was coming up with decisions she turned it off to focus better. Looking at some of the finished paintings she had placed around the house, some of animal versions of the superheroes and others of scenery or that symbolized the hardships of the past few years. It was nice seeing how much brighter her recent ones were.

I took care of my dishes and grabbed one of the macaroons we still had from the bakery, breaking off a small piece for Neeks. He took it with a happy whine and ate it in a few bites, laughing after he did. "Stop giving me food! You'll make me fat!" He laughed, licking my cheek affectionately as I ate the rest of the sweet. I shrugged lightly, petting him gently as we went back to my room so I could actually take a nap before patrol.

When I woke up to my alarm, it was dark outside. Neeks was in front of me in a second, and I smiled. "Let's go?" I mouthed, watching as he nodded. "Sure. You know what you are going to say?" I nodded, and he flew into the necklace, activating the transformation.

Like usual, I go to the Eiffel Tower to wait for the others, laughing along the way happily and waving to any people that were around. I usually got waves back from the children and a few people who probably lived in Paris. Tourists usually had a tendency to look at me with a confused face.

I danced along the rooftops as I made my way to the Eiffel Tower, humming as I went and honestly just having fun while checking for anything bad. When I made it to the monument, I looked to see if anyone was waiting there yet, and I spotted a flash of blond hair and a flash of red about halfway up. I jumped up into the beams, climbing my way up to the two. When I got there, Chat Noir was busy trying to flirt with Ladybug, who just laughed and rolled her eyes. "Chaton, I already told you, I'm not interested." She said good heartedly with a small laugh.

"But, miladybug! We could be the purrfect pair!" He said playfully, laughing as the pun made her groan.

"Don't you always say that?" I asked, a small chuckle escaping my lips even though I felt a slightly uncomfortable feeling in my gut at his words. I pushed it away and a louder laugh escaped me as Chat Noir came over and hugged me as tight as he could for a few seconds.

"Wolven! You look so much better now! Is your hand okay?" He asked, stepping back and taking my bandaged hand carefully in his own, a thoughtful expression on his face. Ladybug came over and smiled, looking relieved. "He's right, you don't look as pale. I take it you got some rest?"

"My hand will be fine, Kitkat, and yeah, I got some rest. Took a two hour nap, had a good talk with my mom, ate, learned some stuff about my Kwami-" I held up a finger to silence Ladybug as she opened her mouth to ask a question, "Sorry, Ladybug, I'm not going to tell you what it was."

She frowned and huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest. "Alright, well, are you going to tell us about what caused your panic with the Akuma? Not that it wasn't justified." She said softly, worry taking over her features once again. I rubbed the back of my head nervously, laughing weakly.

"Ah, right. Can we go somewhere more secluded to do that? It's personal..." I said hesitantly, smiling a little nervously. Ladybug nodded and swung her yoyo. "Yeah, follow me." She said, before swinging off. Chat Noir and I followed her closely, Chat keeping me from missing or overshooting the rooftops. We traveled on with small conversations between the three of us, mainly about random things, until finally we reached a place on the outskirts of the city. Here, everyone had seemed to go to bed already.

When we stopped in one of the roofs, I sat down and pat the spots next to me, sighing slightly. "You might want to sit for this, who knows. Ladybug, I'm going to need to catch you up on something, because Chat Noir already knows a bit about me."

"Okay. What do you need to tell me?" She asked, sitting down on my right while Chat took my left. She looked confused, her eyes darting between the two of us as if asking what we knew that she didn't. I took a deep breath before starting, "Okay, so, the thing is, my Kwami has this ability that heals any wounds from my civilian form or something like that."

"Sorry to interrupt, Wolven. Speaking of that, actually, how did you get those burns from the Akuma when you didn't get there until like halfway through the fight?" Chat asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little. I paused in my story, trying to think of something that wouldn't give away what I had learned a few hours ago. "Uh... I had been there earlier and had my butt handed to me. Had to retreat and come back after a recharge, but it wasn't a full one. My Kwami couldn't work in enough energy to heal them." I said slowly, becoming more confident in the lie by the end up still uncertain that it would work.

Both superheroes gave me looks that said they did not believe a word I just said, which made me shift a little uncomfortably. "Anyway," I start again, hoping to push the topic back on what I needed to tell them. "The reason I needed you to know that is because I had a... Let's say, 'accident' a few years ago back in America that caused me permanent damage to my body and nearly killed me." I curled up slightly, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs as my tail curled around to brush my toes. "It makes civilian life difficult. When I'm Wolven, I can be myself again... But, well, my mind isn't exactly..." I trailed off, looking up at the stars in the sky, trying to figure out how to explain. "I guess you could say I have PTSD-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I get flashbacks, hallucinations, nightmares, and phantom feelings from or about the accident."

I paused again, glancing at the heroes. Chat's eyes were wide and filled with overwhelming sadness, a small shining of terror in them as well. Ladybug was shocked, mouth hanging open slightly.

"W-Why are you telling us something this personal, Wolven?" Chat asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he placed a hand in my shoulder. I sighed and leaned into his touch, looking at the sky again as I tried to think of how to explain the next part without causing them to freak out. My ears flatten against my head as I started my answer.

"Weeeeeell, my accident, it- uh-" I bit my lip and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. "My accident involved acid- a lot of it."

Both of them tensed visibly and their eyes widened. "What do you mean 'acid'?!" Ladybug asked, shocked and almost angry. I whimpered and held up my hands in surrender.

"Wait, wait! Not that type of acid, I swear!" I said quickly, leaning further against Chat as he wrapped his arms around me almost defensively.

"You mean the corrosive kind, right? The type with chemicals." I nodded quickly, tilting my head back to face Chat with relief shining in my eyes.

"Yes! Oh my gods of Olympus, I would never do drugs! Especially not when I was thirteen!" I nearly screeched, terrified by the anger that had lit up in Ladybug's eyes at the accidental insinuation. She looked absolutely livid and it reminded me rather quickly not to get on her bad side.

Ladybug's cheeks flushed red when she realized her mistake and she gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hands as her anger was replaced by embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have insinuated that-"

"It's okay! It was a perfectly valid thought, though not one I expected." I laughed nervously and Chat scratched behind my ears a little, calming me down.

"Still. It was rude of me, and I need to apologize for it as well as how I've been acting towards you. You have your own fair share of secrets, but you aren't bad, or threatening us in anyway. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to accept that." She said softly, deflating a little. "I just don't want a repeat of Volpina."

I smiled slightly at that, waving a hand dismissively in the air as I started to sit up from my place against Chat Noir's body. "Don't worry about it. I've been treated worse."

"But-"

I groaned, leaning my head back and laughing. "Ladybug, just accept that I don't hold anything against you!"

Chat chuckled as he dropped his arms from my waist, stretching them over his head instead. "Well, I've got an idea. Since it's Friday, how about we do patrol and then just spend an hour or two getting to know each other better? It'll help us build teamwork."

I nodded, my tail wagging a bit. "That sounds like a great idea! Shall we?"

"We shall." Ladybug stood up, and the two of us followed her lead.

We each went in a different direction, meeting up at the Eiffel tower an hour later. For the next hour we traded stories and facts, things that could be told without giving away who we were under the masks. It made me happy. It made me feel safe, and I couldn't ask for anything more after a day like today.