Jeanne woke up to her brother shaking her vigorously. While this in itself wasn't unusual, Adrien's expression made her a bit worried. He looked scared.

"Dad wants to see you." He whispered.

"What?!" She sat up abruptly. "This early in the morning?!"

"I know!" He glanced back at the door. "You didn't do something wrong, did you?"

"Well...I've been going out more." She started chewing on her nails. "You don't think he's angry about that?" That was probably it. Their parents had always tried to keep them close to home, overreacting if they went out on their own. Jeanne could understand why they'd be afraid, given their standing. There were always people out to hurt or exploit the children of famous people. Their parents had always taken it a bit far though.

"Maybe."

"I...I'm sure it won't be too big." Jeanne forced herself to smile. "I'll be at your fencing lesson, okay? I need to practice drawing movement again."

"Okay." Adrien left the room, Plagg sitting on his shoulder.

"You're in trouble~" Shii said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh hush." Jeanne swatted at him as she got dressed. Her hands were shaking. Her father hadn't asked to see her for a long time. What could it mean that he wanted to see her now? Once she was dressed, she made her way to her father's office. Her heart pounded as she opened the door.

"Hello? Father?" She said, her voice small. "You wanted to see me."

"Yes." Gabriel stood at his desk, his back to the door and his daughter. "Have a seat." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He turned and sat in his own chair, resting his chin on his steepled fingers.

"I've been speaking with Dr Delacroix," he began, already making her heart beat even faster. "And he has suggested that it would be best if you went out more."

"He...He has?" Immediately she felt a twinge of hope.

Gabriel nodded. "He believes it will help you if you have more contact with the world outside, and with your friends. It seems you've already been taking the initiative though."

"I was getting lonely." Jeanne admitted. "The only people I ever see are the people in the house."

"I know." Gabriel sighed and looked up at her. "So stubborn. Just like your mother." There it was again. He always said that. Just like your mother. She wasn't her mother.

"In any case, Adrien's class is holding elections for Class Representative tomorrow. I thought you could go and help the children out." He cleared his throat. "That's all."

"Of course, father." Jeanne couldn't help but smile a little bit. "I'll do my best." She stood up and left the office, internally breathing a sigh of relief. Well, that had gone better than she'd thought it would. Of course, the Class Representative elections were a different matter altogether. She had no doubt Chloè was running opposed, as usual. She'd been the class representative since she'd been in kindergarten, as Chloè so often bragged.

"Adrien?" She knocked on her brother's door. "Looks like I'm coming to school with you."

"Why?" Adrien's voice was muffled, so she just opened the door. He was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

"Delacroix convinced Dad to let me go out more." Jeanne said, settling on Adrien's bed. "So he says I need to go help with the class representative election."

"It's kinda pointless." Adrien spat the toothpaste into the sink. "Chloè's going to win. She always does."

"Well, maybe we can change things this year." Jeanne smiled wickedly.

"Jeannette noooo." Adrien groaned. "I don't want Chloè to throw a tantrum in the middle of class."

"She idolizes me. I can do something."

"Yeah, but there's a limit to how much sway you can have over her." Adrien said.

"Well, we'll see."

And so they headed to Collège Françoise Dupont. Jeanne explained the situation to Miss Bustier, who was more than happy to have the extra help for the election. Even she knew how much of a little terror Chloè could be when it came to this.

"You came to watch me win!" Chloè chirped.

"I came to help with the election." Jeanne gently corrected her. "You know, maybe you should let someone else have a chance at being the class representative. It's not fair for you to always be in charge."

"But there's no one better." Chloè said, flipping her hair. "I was born to lead. That's just how it is. You get it, right?"

"In all honesty, no." Jeanne drifted away to sit beside Miss Bustier's desk. She was getting tired just being in the same room as Chloè. This always happened.

"Alright, class." Miss Bustier called, everyone taking their seats. "I would like to remind you that the elections for class representative are tomorrow, as Miss Agreste's presence clearly shows. Chloè is running for the class representative position and Sabrina will be her deputy. Do we have any other candidates?" Kim began to raise his hand, but one look from Chloè and Sabrina shut him down.

"Yes, Kim?" Miss Bustier looked at him.

"Um...Nothing." He mumbled, putting his hand down. Just then Marinette burst in, practically tripping over herself in her hurry to get to her seat, blurting out a myriad of excuses.

Miss Bustier sighed heavily. "Alright, I'll give you all until the end of lunch to decide if you'd like to be a candidate."

And so the day continued, with Jeanne assisting the teacher in whatever way she could. She was actually rather happy in doing this. It gave her some kind of purpose and her presence kept Chloè from doing anything too unsavoury. Unfortunately, Chloè was still blackmailing the members of her class in order to keep them from running against her. That was a headache all its own for Jeanne. She stayed in the classroom as the students went out to lunch, expecting things to go downhill fast. She ate her lunch, packed for her by Nathalie.

"Aren't you lonely in here?" Adrien asked, hovering in the doorway.

"Well, it would be weird for me to eat with your friends." She replied. "I'd just make them uncomfortable."

"Dude! Rose wants to do your sister's hair!" Nino yelled up from the courtyard. "Get her down here!"

"Or not." Adrien smirked and folded his arms.

"Wipe that stupid look off your face." Jeanne gently shoved her brother as he left. She made her way down the stairs and settled herself in front of Rose, who happily began to braid the older girl's hair.

"Marinette is going to run against Chloè!" Rose said. "It's so exciting!"

"She is?"

"She said she'll get us comfier chairs! I can't wait!"

Well, that was certainly a step up. Jeanne smiled to herself. Maybe Marinette would be able to fix things on a smaller level. Of course, the girl had her own problems she needed to deal with, such as her quick to judge nature. Maybe Jeanne could step in, teach her a few things. No...That wouldn't work. She was too angry herself to ever properly guide someone else.

"Are you okay?" Rose asked. Jeanne had begun mumbling to herself, playing with her ring while she did so.

"I'm fine." Jeanne said quickly. "Don't worry about it."

"Do you really think Marinette could win?" Nathanael asked. He'd set up shop beside Jeanne, sketching away.

"Beats me. How good of a leader is she?" Jeanne let her act drop. She trusted Nathanael and the others not to go blabbing.

"She's pretty flighty." Nino admitted.

"And she's always late." Alix pointed out, snickering at the memories of watching Marinette skid into the classroom with some new excuse.

"Anyone's better than Chloè." Ivan said, pulling Mylène a little closer.

"That's a very dangerous thing to say." Jeanne's voice was soft, a strange gleam entering her eyes. The kids immediately backed up a bit.

"Jeanne? Are you okay?" Adrien asked.

"I'm fine." She looked up at him. "Why?" In an instant, the gleam was gone and she seemed ordinary again.

"Um...Okay." That had been weird.

The rest of the day went by without incident, and Jeanne was dragged to fencing practice with Adrien. It was her first time in the class in a long time. Her father had forbidden her from going after her "accident", fearing she might hurt herself again. But now she was back in the fencing studio.

"Ah, Miss Agreste. You've returned. Will you be taking the first turn?" D'Argencourt asked.

"Would that be alright, Adrien?" Jeanne looked back at her brother. She was so excited to be able to do this again.

"Go ahead." He sat down cross-legged at the edge of the mat. Jeanne grabbed a fencing foil and squared off against D'Argencourt. Unfortunately, she was defeated within minutes. It had been a long time since she'd fenced, after all. She ended up on the floor with a fencing foil at her throat.

"Wow, Mr. D'Argencourt, never seen you on fire like this!" Adrien said, jumping up. "That was some attack!"

"It ought to be." D'Argencourt said. "That particular manoeuvre hither was developed by my ancestor, Darkblade."

"Darkblade?" Jeanne pulled off her fencing mask and shook her hair out.

"In the days of yore, Darkblade conquered Paris and ruled over it with an iron fist. Until he was overthrown vence by a wealthy Frenchman who used his dirty gold to buy the loyalties of the common people. To think that not so long ago, my ancestor's flag was waving above Paris..." D'Argencourt sighed.

"Is that why you ran in the election, Mr D'Argencourt?" Nadja Chamack jumped in, appearing almost out of nowhere. "To seek revenge on your ancestor's behalf?"

"All affair! Who dost we have hither?"

"Nadja Chamack." The reporter said brightly. "Don't be bemused, it's just the news! Do you have anything to say about your quote un-quote landslide defeat?" D'Argencourt tightened his grip on the rapier, obviously upset. Thankfully, it was then that an employee of the school caught sight of the news team.

"Hey, you! Excuse me! How did you get in the school?" He demanded, stalking over. Nadja and her team beat a hasty retreat.

"Here endeth the lesson." D'Argencourt said before stalking away.

"He's going to get akumatized, isn't he?" Jeanne sighed, tucking her helmet under her arm.

"Aw man." Adrien groaned. "I just wanted my fencing lesson."

"Go on, get outta here." Jeanne gently pushed him towards the door. "You have a city to save and our fencing teacher to calm down." Adrien nodded, transformed, and left to deal with D'Argencourt.

"Which thing do you want to deal with first?" Shii popped his head out of Jeanne's bag. "You wanna do the election or D'Argencourt?"

"Election first." Jeanne said. "But we're gonna do it as Blanc. I want to call Chloè out on her bullshit."

"Fair enough." Shii winked and they transformed. Blanc hopped over the rooftops. He'd heard Chloè was going to be holding a Jagged Stone autograph signing at city hall, with her father's help of course. Ah, nepotism at its finest. Somehow, he wasn't surprised. Sure enough, when he got to the hotel Jagged Stone was sitting at a folding table, the kids of Chloè's class gathered around.

"Why am I not surprised?" Blanc dropped down onto the table Jagged was using to sign autographs. "Great abuse of power Chloè, Mayor Bourgeois."

"Not you! Get out of here!" Chloè made a shooing motion. "I'm doing something!"

"Uh huh. You're like, what, 14?" Blanc flicked her forehead. "Don't you think this is a bit much for some stupid Class Representative position?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Chat Blanc!" Alya waved her hand. "I'd love an interview for the Ladyblog! The villain gets to tell his side of the story. What do you say?"

"Maybe a little later kiddo." Blanc said. "I promise." The kids started crowding around him, asking questions, touching his tail and ears. Apparently, after the Horrificator incident, they weren't as afraid of him.

"Hey, easy, kids."

"What's this?" Nathanael grabbed Blanc's hand and pointed to his ring. "It looks like the butterfly is moving."

"Don't touch that!" Blanc jerked his hand away as though he'd been burned.

"What the-" Blanc's head snapped around to see Marinette standing in the doorway. Ah, she'd likely come over to try and stop Chloè as well.

"Perfect timing." Blanc forced himself to smile. "You wanna tell Chloè off for bribing her classmates?"

"Why do you even care?" Marinette asked, more than a little peeved at the experience of the villain.

"I'm not a fan of nepotism or abuse of power." Blanc shrugged. "Plus, this little spat affects the whole class, who I've grown rather fond of." Chloè stood in the back of the crowd, fuming. How dare this stupid cat show up and try to ruin her party?! Her mood quickly changed, though, when Sabrina showed up with Marinette's diary clamped around her hand. This didn't escape Blanc's notice, but he had more pressing matters to attend to. He could see Darkblade approaching in the distance.

"Marinette, I think there's something you need to see." He pointed to Darkblade, who had just reached the city hall steps.

"Oye, oye! Darkblade shall speak now!" One of the knights declared.

"Look out Mayor, he's here for you." Blanc said. A number of students and Mayor Bourgeois crept over to the open doors and peeked out at the assortment of knights headed by Darkblade.

"Henceforth, my flag shalt fly over thy kingdom! Bourgois, pathetic knave, come hither and do battle!" Darkblade declared, pointing his sword at the mayor.

"What did he say?" Mayor Bourgeois whispered.

"Basically, he's gonna bust you up." Alya explained.

"Told you." Blanc said.

"Ehh...Ask my secretary for an appointment!" Then the doors were slammed in the face of the deranged knight. Blanc backed up, looking around for ways to possibly to barricade the door. The kids didn't deserve to get turned into knights because Chloè's dad had messed up. Jagged was still signing autographs behind them, completely shut off to everyone else. When he heard the sound of fighting from outside though, he looked up.

"Wait, do I hear the sounds of crazed fans?" He picked up his guitar. "I can totally get them under control." Blanc almost wanted to stop the musician as he made his way outside. Almost. It was like there was nothing between those very pierced ears of his.

"Well, he's a goner." Blanc sighed. "Now, who wants to form a plan?"

"The doors, quickly!" Marinette said.

"The doors, quickly!" Chloè copied her.

"Quick, Chloè!"

"Quick, Chloè!" Chloè repeated, before realizing she'd been duped and closing the doors with everyone else. The students were in a panic, chattering amongst themselves. Where had Marinette gone? She could probably calm around everyone down. Thankfully the panic distracted from the fact that Adrien wasn't there. They could hear the knights getting closer. Chloè had decided to hide behind the reception desk.

" Kim, Ivan, lock the doors! Make sure all the windows are closed too, quickly!" Marinette appeared at the top of the stairs, a commanding presence about her. The two boys did as they were told.

" Nino, Juleka, Rose, Mylène and Alya, you come with me!"

" Good job, girl! Now there's a future class representative in the making." Alya said, looking to Chloè smugly.

" Well, I was going to say the exact same thing. Sabrina, Ivan, Kim, go lock the doors!" Chloè said. Outside, the knights had begun trying to break down the door.

" We have to barricade the entrance!" The students started gathering up the posters of Jagged Stone that had been set up all over the lobby and putting them in front of the door, along with chairs, plants, and anything else they could find.

" Hurry! I hope they haven't got too medieval on Cat Noir!" Nino said.

" It's time to retreat! Sir, we gotta get out of here!" Marinette said, looking at the mayor.

" This way!" Mayor Bourgeois gestured to the kids, leading them to a safe location.

" I'll catch up with you guys! I'll make sure all the windows are closed first!" Marinette said, going the other way.

"Well, looks like it's my turn." Blanc scampered up the stairs and out the window, joining Chat in the fray.

"Where've you been?" Chat demanded. "And are you fighting us this time?"

"Nah." A rapier appeared in Blanc's hand as he went back to back with Chat. "This time I think I'm gonna be working with you. I don't like people who turn others into their slaves."

"Need a little help, boys?" Ladybug dropped her yo-yo down. Chat grabbed the yo-yo and Blanc grabbed the line. The two were pulled out of reach of the frustrated knights.

"So you're with us this time." Ladybug said as the two cats scrambled to safety.

"The whole 'turning people into knights' stuff doesn't sit well with me." Blanc said, shrugging. "So, what're we gonna do?" Just then a knight came flying and smacked into the wall outside the window.

"Why're they headed to the roof?" Chat asked as another knight collided with the wall. "Well, at least some of them."

"The flag!" Ladybug gasped. Oh yeah, that was right. D'Argencourt was obsessed with his ancestor ruling Paris. Blanc tried not to groan as he saw Darkblade getting into the catapult he'd created. He was going for it.

"Right, his ancestor used to rule Paris." He sighed. "We should probably stop him before he puts the flag up. Bad things'll happen when he does. Probably."

"The akuma must be in his sword. Things transform after he knights them." Ladybug said.

"How are we gonna get ahold of it?"

"By getting me close to him." Ladybug twirled her yo-yo and latched it onto Darkblade's arm, bringing herself up to the roof where he was. Blanc and Chat followed.

"Chat, Blanc, don't let him get the banner up!" Ladybug yelled, wrestling with Darkblade for the sword. Blanc grinned and swung into a group of knights trying to build a ladder up to the flagpole. They went down like bowling pins. Chat, not to be outdone, took down an even bigger group of knights.

"Cute." Blanc laughed. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain. Darkblade had managed to climb up to the flagpole.

"Villains!" He proclaimed. "Thou impress me not! By the blade of darkness, I hereby declare all peoples of this kingdom are henceforth mine!" He placed his flag and a pillar of darkness appeared in the sky, spreading out to touch the whole city of Paris. Wherever the darkness went, people turned into Darkblade's knights. This was, of course, not good.

"We have to do something!" Ladybug shouted. "Blanc! Can you stop that flag?"

"I can try, but I don't know how long it'll last." Blanc admitted. "I only ever tried on it Mylène's weird goo cocoons. There's no guarantee it's going to work."

"We have to try."

So Blanc hopped up to where Darkblade stood proudly next to his flag. He grinned at the knight, reaching for the flag. He was almost daring Darkblade to stop him, to do something. The other villain didn't react quickly enough and Blanc's hand closed around the flag.

"Kronos Touch." The flag exploded into black dust and the dark circle faded.

"Foul creature!" Darkblade roared.

"You're up, Ladybug." Blanc jumped down. "I gotta run." He hopped through a window before turning back. Jeanne brushed her dress off and looked around. It'd probably be a couple minutes before Darkblade would be defeated. Until then she'd need to hide. She ducked into a closet and waited until she felt the familiar glow of Lucky Charm wash over her.

"Jeanne? Jeanne, are you here?" She heard her brother calling.

"Adrien?" She pretended to be dazed, stumbling out of the closet. "What am I doing here?"

"You got knighted, didn't you?"

"Yeah." She laughed nervously. "I tried to sneak out the back, but he caught me."

"Let's get you home." Adrien hooked an arm around her and led her down the stairs.

"Jeannette!" Chloè ran over, wrapping her arms around the older girl. "It was so terrible! We got turned into knights!"

"So did we." Jeanne tried not to push Chloè away.

"It was a knight-mare." Adrien said. Jeanne rolled her eyes. As always, he just had to sneak a pun in. Such a dork.

"I got turned into a knight too." Marinette appeared behind the two of them. "And now that this is all over, I want my stuff back."

"Chloè, what's she talking about?" Jeanne asked as the rest of Adrien's classmates began to gather around them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Chloè folded her arms. Sabrina, however, did. She barrelled out of the crowd, waving her trapped hand above her head.

"Oh, yes! Please take it off!" She begged. Marinette took out a key and unlocked the box, proving to everyone that Sabrina had indeed stolen Marinette's personal items. And since Sabrina didn't do much of anything without approval, it was obvious Chloè was behind it.

"Got an explanation, Chloè?" Alya asked, taking out her phone.

"Yes, Chloè, please explain." Jeanne tried not to smile at Chloè getting her comeuppance. The girl needed to learn that her actions had consequences. As Chloè tried to defend herself, and Marinette made a rousing speech, Adrien took his sister home. It had been a long day. The two of them both wanted to go home. Jeanne collapsed onto her bed and slept like a rock the rest of the night. She was thrilled to hear that Marinette had won the election the next day but prepared herself for the slew of texts from Chloè complaining about the whole thing. Honestly, the girl was better than this.