Jeanne was on her phone, watching her interview for the Ladyblog on repeat. She still couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to something like this. Although, she had become Blanc so she could do as she liked.

"Have you seen this?" Adrien slammed the door open. "Chat Blanc did an interview on the Ladyblog! I can't believe him!"

"I can't believe it either." Jeanne said, eyes glued to the phone screen. "I've been watching it on repeat all night."

"No! Don't give him views!" Adrien whined, trying to wrestle the phone away from her.

"I can't stop watching it." Her eyes remained on the space her phone had been, even after Adrien had taken it away. She couldn't believe she'd done this.

"Now people will know who we are. What we do." Shii had said. Somehow, she felt a surge of pride. People would know her name now. Now she was starting to feel better about the interview. Alya had been pretty excited too.

"Why did Alya decide to interview him anyway?" Adrien said, peering down at Jeanne's phone.

"He seems like a decent guy." Jeanne said, shrugging. "And you know Alya gets excited about anything involving superheroes."

Adrien stopped and stared at her. "Wait, are you actually defending him?"

"Bro, I said he seemed like a decent guy. That's the bare minimum of a compliment." She rolled her eyes. She'd kept the interview pretty tame, just outlining her reasons for doing what she'd done. Blanc wasn't a hero, but he wasn't a villain either. He served whoever he wanted to. He was selfish, but he wanted to help those who had been wronged.

"What do you think of him?" She asked, spreading herself out on her bed.

"Well..." Adrien hesitated. "He's not a terrible guy. He seems like he really cares about a lot of the villains, but he's also helped us more than once. I...I don't really know what to think of him." At least he didn't outright hate Blanc. And it didn't seem like he'd ever find out the identity of Chat Blanc. She loved her brother, but he was so clueless.

"Okay, let's move on from Mr Kitty." Jeanne yawned. "Isn't today the day of Mylène's dad's show?"

"Oh yeah!" Adrien scrambled to his room and back, holding a pair of tickets. "Dad got us tickets to Mr Haprèle's play!"

"In an attempt to buy our love no doubt." Jeanne muttered, her expression darkening. "He promised he'd show up, right? Bet you he doesn't show, like always."

"Jeannette...Are you okay?" Adrien said.

"I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I said I'm fine!" Adrien jumped back at the sudden yelling. Jeanne's expression immediately changed to one of guilt.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry." She said, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched away and retreated to his room. Jeanne dropped her hand and grabbed Shii.

"I'm going to the art gallery." Jeanne said to Nathalie as she descended the stairs.

"Would you like me to come too?" Nathalie asked.

"That would be nice."

So the two of them went to the car and out to the Louvre. The car ride over was mostly silent. Jeanne didn't want to talk and Nathalie could very clearly tell the elder Agreste was very clearly not okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nathalie asked.

"Yeah, sure, okay." Jeanne shrugged.

"So, what happened, Jeanne?"

"I got pissed off at Dad and Adrien kept asking me if I was okay, and I just snapped at him." She was trying not to cry. "I didn't mean to...But he looked so hurt and I- And I-" She trailed off.

"These things happen." Nathalie assured her. "Siblings fight, Jeanne. The two of you will be alright."

"You don't know that."

"Jeanne, I've been taking care of you and Adrien for years. I know you. You're both going to be okay." Nathalie reached over and put a hand on Jeanne's shoulder. "And if you aren't alright, I'll help make things right." Jeanne's lip quivered and she broke down crying. Nathalie held her close as she cried. Nathalie would always be there for the Agreste family, no matter what happened. Nathalie was family. Jeanne cried into Nathalie's chest for a few minutes before the two of them left the car and went into the gallery. Jeanne hung on to Nathalie's arm, still feeling a bit vulnerable. Nathalie didn't try to make her charge say anything. She knew better than to push. Once Jeanne was feeling better, the two of them went home. Adrien was still sulking in his room.

"Adrien." Jeanne knocked on his door. "Adrien, I want to apologize."

"Go away."

"Don't be like this."

"I said go away."

"Adrien, I feel really bad about this!" She knocked harder on the door. "Please, I don't want to go to Mr Haprèle's show angry!" It was quiet, then Adrien opened the door a crack.

"Fine." He said, opening the door fully. "But only because I don't want you to be sulking the whole time."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Jeanne launched herself onto Adrien, hugging him tightly. She almost dislodged Shii from her shirt pocket but thankfully didn't.

"Jeanne!" Adrien whined. "Stop hugging me! I'm trying to be tough!"

"Oh hush, you're a kitten."

"Jeanne!"

A few minutes later they were in the car and on their way to the show. The second they'd gotten in, Nathalie had received a call. Jeanne didn't need to guess to know who was on the other end.

"Yes, sir. Understood, sir. I'm sure he'll understand, sir." Nathalie said.

"My dad's flaking, isn't he?" Adrien sighed. "Let me guess. Something came up?"

"Something always comes up." Jeanne muttered.

"Yes, but he reserved the best seats in the house for you two." Nathalie said. "Front row."

"The best money can buy." Jeanne and Adrien said together. Suddenly the car slammed to a stop, jostling the passengers. A moment later Ladybug appeared along the passenger side.

"Get out of the place and find a place to hide, I'll cover you." Ladybug ordered. Then she turned around and her eyes met Adrien's. There was such longing in their gazes. Jeanne couldn't help but feel jealous. She wished she could feel so passionately about someone. The moment was broken when a man who looked like a mime appeared, firing imaginary arrows at Ladybug.

"I have to transform." Adrien said.

"Go on." Jeanne nudged him.

"But be careful." Nathalie added. "And be back in time for the show, alright?"

"Yes, mom." Adrien rolled his eyes and hopped out of the car. Nathalie watched him go, her lips set in a thin line.

"He'll be okay." Jeanne said, patting Nathalie's shoulder. "He's always okay."

"But someday he might not be." Nathalie said. These were her kids and she hated seeing them in danger. Jeanne glanced out the car window to look at the fight between the heroes of Paris and the Mime. She couldn't sneak out to become Chat Blanc. Not while Nathalie was watching her. Or did Nathalie already know? Nathalie knew everything about the Agreste children. She'd been there for them since they'd been small. Even before Mrs Agreste had disappeared.

"Nathalie..."

"I'm not going to ask why you're doing this." Nathalie said. "I'm not going to tell you I'm disappointed."

"How long have you known?"

"You thought I wouldn't notice you sneaking away all the time? Or the little white thing that follows you around? I found him in your sock drawer while you were sleeping." Nathalie continued. "I wish you both weren't doing this, but I can't stop you." Jeanne just slipped out of the car and transformed. Blanc was soon hopping over rooftops, following the car the Mime was in and the heroes following him.

"So, where are we headed?" Blanc dropped down to run between Ladybug and Chat.

" We are not headed anywhere." Ladybug said coolly. "Chat and I are going after the Mime."

"Well, I'm here to help the man behind the Mime, so tell me where he's heading." Blanc replied.

"He's probably going for the tour bus." Chat said.

"Thanks, kitten!" Blanc ruffled Chat's hair and departed for the tour bus. Already, anger was beginning to rise in his chest. Someone had wronged Myène's father and they were going to pay for doing so. Blanc would make sure of that.

"Knock knock!" He said, slipping inside the bus. "Just want to warn you there's a pissed off mime coming your way~"

"What?!" Sarah immediately ran to the window, looking out to see the Mime gaining on them, Ladybug and Chat in tow.

"You have to be kidding." Chris mumbled, sinking lower into his seat.

"Now," Blanc continued. "I have it on good authority that the angry mime is, in fact, Fred Haprèle. Would either of you happen to know why he's so angry?"

"Fred? Fred is after us?" Sarah repeated.

"Yes, that's what I said." Blanc tried not to snap. Just then the Mime landed on the roof of the bus. Both Sarah and Chris screamed. Even Blanc was a bit startled. Ladybug and Chat hit the roof soon after and a battle ensued. But Blanc wasn't particularly interested for the moment.

"He's coming for you two and I want to know why." Blanc folded his arms behind his back. "Now tell me."

"It's my fault!" Chris yelled, trying to cover his head. "I took his role from him. But he can perform instead of me! I don't care anymore! Please, just let Ladybug and Chat Noir keep us safe..."

"What do you mean you took his role from him?" Sarah demanded, rounding on her actor. "He lost it!"

"Not exactly...There's something I have to tell you." Chris' shoulders slumped, and he explained the whole situation to Sarah. Blanc clenched and unclenched his hands, doing all he could to resist the urge throw Chris out of the bus. How many times had Jeanne had things stolen from her by deceitful people? How many times had she seen Chloè do the exact same thing to her poor classmates? People like that made her sick. They had no idea how much their actions hurt the people around them.

"You're lucky I'm not going to throw you out of here." Blanc hissed.

"You what?!" Blanc turned to see Ladybug and Chat standing behind him.

"I said I'm not going to do it." Blanc said. "I'm showing great restraint, believe it or not. Now, do you want to know what's going on or not?"

"Yes, please." Chat said.

"Mr Haprèle is angry because Chris over there," Blanc jerked his thumb back at Chris. "Stole his part. Gave him the wrong location so Sarah would fire him. Now, do you know where the akuma is?"

"In his hat." Ladybug said, her face set in a stony mask.

"Great, let's go." Blanc started heading for the bus door but Ladybug put out her arm to stop him.

"No." Ladybug said. "You shouldn't be here. You need to go."

"I said I wasn't going to hurt him." Blanc said, drawing himself up to his full height.

"The fact that you want to hurt a civilian is proof enough that you shouldn't be doing this." Ladybug stood firm, staring up at Blanc. "Now leave."

"Ladybug, it's not a crime to be angry." Chat said. "He probably doesn't mean it."

"This isn't just a job for some of us, you know." Blanc said. "You might see this purely as business, but this is the only time I get to be free. So if you want to force your ideals onto me, then fine. Go ahead. But I'm not giving this up." He hopped out of the bus, summoned his power, and touched the Mime's arm. The villain froze, his akumatized form vanishing. He stood there in a daze.

"This will only last a minute!" Blanc yelled back. "So do your job and get on with it!" Then he was hopping away again, right back to the car. Jeanne was fuming when she sat down across from Nathalie.

"Do I want to ask?"

"No, Nathalie, you really don't."

Nathalie sighed. "Very well then."

Adrien joined them in the car a few minutes later.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Your sister's been fuming about your father and her inability to help you." Nathalie explained. "You're lucky you weren't here for her rant."

"You've got me here, right?" Adrien smiled hopefully at her.

"Yeah...I guess I do." She couldn't stay mad at that smile. He looked so rattled. She'd probably scared him pretty bad as Blanc. The anger still bubbled deep within her, but she pushed it away. She was going to see a play with Adrien and it was going to be fine. They arrived at the venue and sat down.

"Hey, aren't those your friends?" Jeanne twisted in her seat, pointing to Marinette and Alya making their way down the aisle.

"You're here too, cool." Adrien beamed at the girls. "Thought we were going to end up sitting by ourselves."

"It's nice to see you both." Jeanne's smile was forced as she looked at Marinette. Everything was going to be fine, she said to herself. She just needed to keep her anger in check.