It had been awhile since Shii had seen Plagg. So while their holders were sleeping, he snuck into Adrien's room where Plagg was resting.

"Hey, long time no see."

"Go away."

"You're not still mad, are you Plagg?"

"It's been a century, I'm not still mad." Plagg rolled over in his nest of socks. "It's just the middle of the night, can't you do this later?"

"This is the only time we can see each other until she gets discovered." Shii perched himself on the rim of the drawer.

"Ugh. Fine." Plagg groaned. "This whole family hates letting me sleep."

"Yeah, that sounds like them." Shii snickered. "So, how've you been? Like you said, I haven't seen you in 100 years."

"You know how it is." Plagg shrugged. "Just foiling villains, protecting cities, stuff like that. Didn't think I'd be facing you again though. What is it with your holders and being weird antiheroes?"

Shii shrugged. "They do what they like."

"Ain't that the truth." Plagg rolled his eyes, then grew solemn. "She's got a lot of anger in her. That could be dangerous. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah. I know." Shii said, shoulders slumping. "I just..."

"You just what?"

"I'm...I'm scared."

"What are you scared of?" Plagg asked. "You're not gonna die. Probably."

"I'm scared of what she'll do if I confront her."

"She's not like Noroo's holder. It'll be fine."

Shii didn't believe him.

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Jeanne was having a moderately alright day. Well, more than moderately alright. Chloè had invited her to come along and meet Prince Ali, who was staying at her father's hotel, for a charity toy drive. Jeanne had never met a prince before, which was part of her excitement. The other part was the charity toy drive. She'd always loved helping people and she hadn't been able to go out and do charity work for a while now.

"What do you think I should wear?" Jeanne asked, half in her closet. Adrien just lounged on her bed

"Adrien?" She poked her head out. "Are you even listening?"

"Mm-hm. That looks nice." He said.

"Adrien!" She frowned.

"What?" He looked up. "Oh, um, sorry."

"What's up?" She walked over to sit down next to him. "You've been acting weird ever since that thing with the Mime."

"Ladybug just said something to Blanc and...I'm wondering if I should even be a superhero." Adrien said, avoiding her eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"She's just so serious about all this." Adrien curled up in a ball. "She's so cool and so professional and I'm just doing this for my own selfish reasons. I shouldn't be a hero."

"Hey now." Jeanne pulled him up, holding him by the shoulders. "Don't say that! You're just as passionate about helping people as she is. The two of you just do things differently. It would be bad if Paris' superheroes were exactly the same, right?"

"I guess." Adrien said, shrugging. "But-"

"No buts." Jeanne said. "You're doing the best you can, Adrien. You shouldn't compare yourself to others. That's where I went wrong." She held up her wrists, displaying the perpendicular scars running along them. Adrien made her put her arms down.

"Okay." He forced himself to smile. "So...You want me to help you pick out an outfit?"

"Yes please~"

The two of them chose a lavender sundress with little pink roses on the skirt, along with black ballet flats. Adrien convinced her to ditch her dead anime mom hairstyle for the event and just wear it down. Chloè's chauffeur picked her up later that day and took her to the school to pick Chloè up. Jeanne was practically vibrating in her seat. Even if she had to spend the day with Chloè, she was going to be helping people again! The car pulled up in front of the school and Jeanne opened the door.

"Chloè! Come on!" She yelled.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Chloè yelled back. She came running down the stairs, practically bouncing as well. She stopped, however, just short of the car door. She leaned down and picked something up.

"What kind of stuffed animal is this? Who left this here?" She held the thing between her index finger and thumb.

"What the-" Jeanne poked her head out, then stifled a gasp at the sight of the kwami Chloè was holding like a ragdoll. "Um, that's a...A very unique toy there. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

Chloè gasped."Then neither will the prince! When he lays eyes on me, Prince Ali will forget all about those sick kids!"

"Chloè!" Jeanne's voice came out a bit sharper than she'd meant, but she was pissed. "This is a charity toy drive, not your opportunity to snatch up a prince, okay?"

"But I want to bag a prince!" Chloè whined.

"Did I hear you say Prince Ali?" Rose popped up, looking as bright and cute as always.

"Not to you." Chloè sneered. Jeanne elbowed her in the ribs.

"Prince Ali's staying at Chloè's dad's hotel." Sabrina jumped in.

"We're going to a charity toy drive with him." Jeanne said. "It'll be a lot of fun, I hope."

"Oh, please, could you give him a special letter from me?" Rose held out an envelope that smelled quite sweet.. Probably treated with Rose's perfume concoction, Jeanne assumed. Jeanne reached out to take the letter and assure Rose that the prince would get her letter. However, Chloè acted first. She took the letter and ripped it up right in front of Rose.

"Chloè!" Jeanne yelled, getting fully out of the limo. Rose's lip quivered and she ran away, starting to sob.

"What a loser." Chloè flipped her ponytail. "Like I'd ever want to get near that fish funk." It took everything Jeanne had to not slap Chloè upside the head.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" Jeanne roared. "She just wanted us to deliver a letter!"

"B-But she's just a loser." Chloè shrunk away from the irate older girl. "It's not like the prince would actually want to talk to her."

"Well we'll never know, now will we?" Jeanne said. "Because you just had to be a bitch!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Chloè was starting to cry now. "Don't yell at me! Please!" The sight of Chloè's tears jolted Jeanne out of her anger. She stumbled back, a hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh, Chloè, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper. I'm sorry."

Chloè just sniffled and got into the car, sitting as far away from Jeanne as she possibly could.

"Kid, you need help." Shii whispered. Jeanne didn't even notice Marinette running towards the limo as they drove away. The ride was quiet, but thankfully Chloè seemed to recover rather quickly. She soon started playing with Tikki, trying to think of a proper way to give the "toy" to Prince Ali. She continued as they got to the hotel.

"You know, I actually have something kind of like that." Jeanne admitted once they were in the elevator.

"Really?" Chloè's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, you have to show me." Jeanne carefully withdrew Shii from her purse.

"I actually made him a little while ago." She said. "I was bored and I needed a project so I decided to make a cat doll." Shii stayed completely still.

"Why does it have two tails?"

"I had extra fabric."

"Well, I guess it's kinda cute, but I like this one better." Chloè said. "Prince Ali will love it! I'm sure!"

"I'm sure." Jeanne echoed, stroking Shii's head.

"Chloè, wait!" Jeanne froze when she heard Marinette's voice. The girl was running towards them, wearing a motorcycle helmet and brandishing a pizza box. It was honestly the most bizarre outfit she'd ever seen the girl in. But none of that was why she'd froze. Shii was out in full view of someone who obviously knew what a kwami looked like.

"Pizza? Eugh, don't get that peasant food anywhere near me!" Chloè pressed the button that closed the doors. Marinette stopped just short of the elevator, her eyes glued on Shii as Jeanne hurriedly stuffed him back into her purse. This might be bad.

Prince Ali seemed just as trapped by responsibility as Jeanne and Adrien were. He looked so eager to meet everyone and do everything, but his chaperone kept going on and on about his schedule. Poor kid. It must be rough to be in such a position of power.

"Oh my god! This is taking forever!" Chloè groaned quietly. "I want to meet him already!"

"Just be patient." Jeanne held hands demurely in front of her, the perfect picture of a docile young lady. Chloè just groaned louder and cleared her throat. Mayor Bourgeois looked back.

"Ah! Prince Ali, allow me to introduce you to my own princess, Chloè, and a friend of our family, Jeanne Agreste." He gestured back to his daughter and Jeanne. Chloè held out her hand for the prince to kiss, but he instead engaged her in an enthusiastic handshake. It was almost enough to make Jeanne snort.

"Prince, I brought you a special stuffed toy for the sick children!" Chloè chirped, regaining her composure as she held Tikki out to the prince.

"Whoa! I've never seen one like this before!" Ali took Tikki, turning her over in his hands. "This is so very kind of you."

"You're flattering me." Chloè tittered. "It is so kind of me though, isn't it?"

"That's what he just said." Jeanne sighed.

"You did not hear me?" Ali cocked his head to the side.

"She does this sometimes." Jeanne said, smiling apologetically. "Don't worry about it. She heard you loud and clear, your highness." Chloè's eye was twitching a little. She was obviously unused to people not simply bowing to her.

"Oh, good." Ali beamed and put Tikki in his shirt pocket. Jeanne stepped off to the side, scanning the area for Marinette. It was highly likely the girl had snuck in to retrieve her kwami and Jeanne had to figure out how much Paris' favourite superhero knew. She couldn't have Ladybug find out her identity first. If anyone was going to know, it would be Adrien. She spotted the motorcycle helmet and pink cape-clad Marinette sneaking in not so stealthily just behind the crowd of reporters who were peppering Prince Ali with question after question. For once the cameras weren't on her and she was glad for that. Just then she noticed another visitor arriving. An akumatized Rose stepped out of the elevator to the group's left and blasted something towards Chloè. The air was filled with a smell that was a cross between rotting fish and the smell of an aquarium.

"Please excuse me." Jeanne murmured, playing the part of a lady with delicate sensibilities. She ran out of the room as quickly as she could, grabbing a gas mask from one of the emergency areas before transforming. She had a feeling that with Rose's proclivity for perfume, her attacks were likely smell-based. Blanc returned to the room just in time to see Marinette set off the confetti canons, showering the room in colourful paper scraps. Almost as soon as the paper rain began, Chloè, Mayor Bourgeois, Ali, and his advisor took off towards the fire stairs. Princess Fragrance was soon to follow. Which meant Blanc was following her.

"Well, this isn't exactly how I imagined spending my day, but I suppose it'll have to do." He said to himself as he ran.

"Who are you?" Princess Fragrance demanded as he caught up with her.

"Think of me as a knight." He said, smiling disarmingly. "I'm just here to help you get your prince. Sound good, my lady?"

"Perfect." Princess Fragrance said. They reached the floor the group had gotten off on and headed for the door. Blanc stood back while Princess Fragrance began spraying perfume under the door jam. The door may have been reinforced, but it certainly wasn't airtight. Blanc tapped his finger on his arm. Part of him wanted Ladybug to show up just so he could have a little fight with her, but he knew that as long as Tikki was with Ali, Marinette wouldn't be able to transform.

"My prince, my prince, smell the fragrance of my eternal love!" Princess Fragrance sang as she sprayed. All of a sudden, the fog of perfume began to dissipate. Blanc turned around, unsurprised to see Marinette holding a vacuum cleaner.

"Seriously, who are you?" Princess Fragrance yelled. Blanc darted forward, severing the cord with his claws.

"Whoopsie, looks like your weapon's gone, my lady." He took great pleasure in drawing out the last two words, mocking her for her lack of ability to transform. That powerless feeling, that was what Jeanne hated. That was why she couldn't go back to being just Gabriel Agreste's daughter. She couldn't be that powerless again. Not now, not ever.

"Looks like you're powerless now, superhero!" Princess Fragrance trained her gun on Marinette. She would have taken control of the girl, had Mayor Bourgeois not chosen this moment to poke his head to see if the coast was clear.

"Oh no! There's three of them now! Run!" The group bolted out of the room and towards a stairwell door. Princess Fragrance's attention was immediately drawn away. She ran after them, beginning to spin as she sprayed her perfume.

"You should've just left well enough alone." Blanc said, looking back at Marinette. "Now get out of here before you get hurt."

"I can't just leave them!" Marinette protested.

"I'll get you your kwami." Blanc hauled her up and carried her to the service elevator, shoving her inside. "But I'm going to help this girl whether you like it or not. Because she's hurting and someone has to be on her side." Then he slammed the door shut. Princess Fragrance had managed to brainwash Mayor Bourgois now and was sicking him on his daughter and the prince's team. By this point, they'd made it back to the dining hall. Chloè seemed to have attempted to blockade them, with the help of her butler, but the perfume had been too much. Blanc fell into step behind Princess Fragrance as she walked to Prince Ali.

"Come into my arms, my sweet prince!" She sang, perfectly happy and content. That is, until Chat showed up.

"Pee-ew!" He said. "Can we get a little air freshener in here?" He lept down to knock Prince Fragrance's perfume bottle away, but met Blanc's arm instead.

"Don't you know that would only make things worse?" Blanc said, knocking Chat's staff away.

"No one will take my prince away!" Princess Fragrance shrieked, firing at Chat. The hero clambered to pick up his staff, managing to knock the akumatized villain into the kitchen. Blanc raised an eyebrow. The kid could certainly think under pressure.

"I'll need this." Blanc plucked Tikki from the prince's pocket. "It wasn't Chloè's to give in the first place. Don't worry, I'll get you some donations." He then turned and went to the kitchen where he knew Marinette would be.

"As promised." He dropped the kwami into her hands.

"Why are you doing this? Aren't you our enemy?"

"Kid, haven't you learned anything?" Blanc snorted. "I do what suits me. I'm helping Rose because I watched dear little Chloè rip up a letter she wrote right in front of her and call her a loser. I'm getting her that meeting with the prince. With your help, of course." He winked and darted out. Princess Fragrance was at the window, watching as Chat, Chloè, Ali, and the advisor slid down Chat's baton and ran into a waiting car.

"My prince!" She wailed.

"You want a lift?" Blanc knelt down.

"I can propel myself just fine." Princess Fragrance said, almost indignant.

"Yes, but like I said, I'm here to help." Blanc gestured for her to get on his back. "You can use me like hoverboard or something like that." Princess Fragrance frowned, but got on anyway, propelling the both of them out and after the car with her perfume gun. She hadn't mentioned the gas mask, but he knew she'd noticed. He just didn't fancy the idea of being puppeted around.

The car was being driven like it was in one of the Fast And The Furious movies, but the villains managed to catch up anyway. They landed on the roof and Princess Fragrance dismounted, standing triumphantly above the sunroof.

"My prince! Fancy meeting you here! What a stroke of luck!"

"Hello everyone else." Blanc waved. "Just here as backup, don't worry!"

"The windows!" Chat yelled, but too late. Princess Fragrance stuck her foot in the way of the sunroof, preventing it from closing.

"My prince, I'll take you to the Pont des Arts. And there, we'll seal our love!" Princess Fragrance sang, beginning to fill the whole car with her perfume.

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They headed to the Pont des Arts bridge where they set up a sort of wedding ceremony. It was taking it a bit far, but Blanc didn't have the heart to say no to the poor girl. He was playing the part of the "best man", standing at the prince's side as Mayor Bourgeois walked Princess Fragrance down the "aisle". It was kind of cute. Like something a little girl would dream up while playing princess with her dolls. Princess Fragrance stopped in front of Ali, taking both of his hands in hers.

"I can't wait for us to be together, forever~" She sang. "Servant, love padlock, please." She said to Chat, who opened a box with a padlock in it, which Princess Fragrance sprayed with her gun.

"This will lock our love forever, my prince!" She said.

"At your service, Princess Fragrance." Ali repeated just about the only thing that people sprayed by the princess seemed able to say.

"He's excited." Blanc stage-whispered. "I can tell." As Princess Fragrance lifted the padlock out of its box, a yo-yo came out of nowhere and knocked the lock into the Seine.

"My padlock!" Princess Fragrance gasped.

"Not so fast, my royal pain in the neck!" Ladybug said, appearing on a lamppost. It was about time. Blanc had been getting bored.

"I got this." He held his claws up menacingly. "Wanna dance, my lady?" Ladybug ignored him, hopping down and onto the bridge. Princess Fragrance frowned, spraying a cloud of perfume towards the waiting hero. The cloud overwhelmed her, but when she came out the other side, she was still the same. The reason for this, it seemed, was the clothespin she had stuck on her nose. So she'd followed his example.

"Servants, attack!" Princess Fragrance said. "And get her earrings." Blanc, along with the others, lunged at Ladybug. Only he and Chat stood a chance of hitting her though. Chat was doing a bang up job, actually. He had the combat skills to keep up with Ladybug, and did so admirably.

"Snap out of it, Chat Noir!" Ladybug begged. "It's me, Ladybug!"

"Not sure that's going to work." Blanc said, dodging a yo-yo swing. "Once they're under, they're under pretty much until this is over."

"That's not very helpful!" Ladybug said.

"It wasn't supposed to be. Now, are you going to finish this or not?" Blanc took a step back, smiling. Ladybug looked at him, then back at Chat, then at Princess Fragrance. She nodded.

"I'm going to finish this." And she did.

Blanc stood back to let her do so. He'd had his fun, after all, and Princess Fragrance had gotten vengeance on Chloè by making the other girl her servant. He was satisfied, taking off his gas mask once he was sure it was all over.

"Long day." He said to himself, tossing the mask to the side and turned back. Jeanne stretched, sure her hair and clothes were all messed up by this point.

"Jeanne?" Jeanne turned around very slowly to see Adrien standing there, mouth wide open. She'd almost forgotten he'd been there. He'd seen the whole thing. He'd seen her transform. She forced herself to smile.

"So. Now you know."