Marisol looked at the dangerous man in front of her. "You killed my parents."

"No, I didn't, but I had no idea about the power of the miraculous until my wife and son brought home a little baby girl in a bloodied ladybug sling one night. She called the police to investigate where you'd come from, but I had seen your father's picture with the same sling in the evening post the previous day."

"But the Agrestes'" she realized who the man was. "You're Gabriel Agreste, the famous fashion designer?" And the husband of the woman who found me, she added in her mind.

"It was only then I understood the power of a little present my grandfather had given me."

Marisol could faintly remember someone speaking over her that night.

"Mama, can we keep her?"

"Adrien, she's not a stray dog. She needs to be with her own Mama and Papa."

"Don't listen to them, Mari. I'll keep you safe."

"Adrien, you can't just name her."

"But it's written right here on her blanky."

"Now come, it's time for your debut."


Black Cat looked over at Cat Noir, who was stunned. "You're oddly quiet, I thought Cat Noir was chocked full of puns."

"Me and Ladybug have faced akumas this entire time. How are we suppose to be ready to fight him."

"You two aren't alone." Black Cat smiled. "You got Quantics by your side."

"Thanks, I'm glad we're friends now."

"All the same to you, you alley cat." Then they saw the screens. There in front of Hawkmoth, in a little ladybug dress, was Marisol. And they were standing in front of the Chapel of The Lady of The Miraculous Medal.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of this great city's newspapers and blogs, I give you the biggest scoop

of the century. The daughter of your beloved Ladybug and Cat Noir."

Those gathered around the church looked puzzled. Of course they were. To them, Adrien and Marinette's forms were Ladybug and Cat Noir. It was inconceivable that they would have a child. Especially to one Ayla.

"I mean, check this guy out." She turned her camera to Hawkmoth.

"We'll be on the top floor of Le Grand Paris, midnight tonight. I suggest you bring your miraculous."


"Do I have to?" Brooklyn tried to use a puppy pout on her boyfriend.

"Bumble bee, you knew you had to do this sometime."

"Fine." She dialed on her phone. As it picked up, Marinette could hear a change in her voice. "Hey Chloe, it's your favorite cousin. I'm here in London and- yes this is about that crazy man on the web. Of course I'll bring Felix with me. He can't wait to see you again." She gave Felix an obviously fake smile. "Actually I have some other friends I'd like you to meet. Of course Nate. Hey, is your little mouse still single? Really?"

"I'm dead." Nate sighed.

"I don't know about you Felix, but Marinette and me don't exactly have a friendly relationship with Chloe."

"Neither do I."


Marisol could feel her knees shaking as she was led up the stairs by two muscled akumas, Gabriel Agreste leading their way. "What exactly do you think this will accomplish?" She screamed at him.

"You have no idea what miraculous power you hold, do you?"

"You talk like I have something to do with those miraculous you needed Felix to get."

"Really? What do you think would happen to all those people who were de-akumatized by your parents' successors if they see you hurt?"

"Something that terrible would cause all of Paris to become enraged." Marisol looked stunned. "You could pick and choose the best akumas to overpower Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir to take their miraculous. You could even-"

"Turn them against each other." A cat like voice came from behind them. "Hello, my little mouse."


"Black Cat!" Hawkmoth grabbed onto Marisol's hand. "Get any closer and your precious girlfriend will go over the edge."

"Like you're the type to keep your promises." He snarled. He could feel his tail snapping into action.

"You're right Kitty, I don't." With that, Marisol was thrown over the side. With the speed given to him as Black Cat, he was easily able to grab onto her.

"Hold on!" He desperately held fast to her. There was no way in hell he was going to let her fall. Even though he was cursed with such wretched luck, Marisol always made him feel like the luckiest man alive. And there was no way he was going to let a damned murderer like Hawkmoth take her from him.

"I was so scared." She cried, her wails echoing in the Parisian night.

"I got you. You're safe now."Finally, Marisol was enveloped by his embrace. She felt so small in his arms, his little light that he had finally managed to protect. At least, that's what he thought before he felt something pierce his chest.


AN: So, Adrien was the little boy with the woman. Explains Marisol's attraction to boys with blonde hair :).