Chapter 3: Danny - What's New, Pussycat?

As I float above the rooftop, I can see the guy wearing the leather jumpsuit with a mask and cat ears on his head standing before me is trying to cover up his nervousness with a sly attitude. How do I know? Because I do a similar thing. He leans up against the metal pole of his with a smirk plastered across his face.

"Well Caper, why don't you begin?" he says, smiling at me. "Because if you can't tell, I'm not from around this part of the world." His unknown accent taunts me, mainly because I've been sleeping through geography.

I write off the absurd new nickname he gives me and try to explain myself. "Well, it seems we have something in common, we both don't live in New York," I start. "Though, I'm just here visiting, and thought I would fly around a bit. What I want to know is why you're jumping around the rooftops like some sort of stray cat, Cat Noir." I smile at him. 'You're turn,' I think.

"First of all, it's Chat Noir, and secondly, I thought I would take a stroll around this busy city while I was here visiting myself. I'm curious though, how is it that you can fly? The only people I've ever seen do that have been akumatized."
"Have been what now?" I ask, utterly confused.

"You know, akumatized, turned into a super powerful villain?" He says waving his arms about, almost like he was playing a game of charades.

"Look, I don't know anything about people being turned into super villains unless they do it on their own free will. The reason I can fly is because I'm a ghost. Maybe you've heard of us?" I say, crossing my arms. My feet come up a bit more towards my body when I do.

"Wait… you're a ghost? Like, an actual ghost? Like, a 'spirit of the dead' ghost?" he asks, looking up at me confused.
"Yes…?" I say just a bit hesitantly. After all, it's not that easy telling someone you're completely dead when you know for a fact that you're still living. Well, somewhat.
"You don't sound so sure of yourself…" He says narrowing his eyes. "Are you sure you're a ghost?" I let out a small sight.

"Well I guess the cat's out of the bag now," I say looking at him, "I'm actually half ghost."

"Wait, SERIOUSLY?" He says, his voice now filled with shock and his eyes as wide as flying saucers. "How does that even work?!"

"It was a… a lab accident." I answer quietly before clearing my throat. "I'm guessing since you're asking, you haven't had many encounters like this before?" He nods, eyes still bugging out. I decide to go on talking. "So then, Tomcat, I told you what I am, now I wanna know what you are?"

He suddenly snaps back to reality, and his 'signature' smile returns as he leans back onto his pole again. "Well," He starts, his voice sounding over-confident. "As it turns out, I am fully, one hundred percent human. Paris is my usual haunt, but I think my partner can handle herself while I'm here."

I'm surprised that he actually has a partner. To me, he seemed like one of those wannabe heroes who make their own suit and weapon and go out stopping petty thieves for fun, but apparently he's as genuine as they get. I want to believe that I'm a little impressed by him, even if he is dressed as a big cat. Now that I think about it, if he's a cat, what is his partner? A dog, maybe? Brushing that thought aside, I decide to ask him a more important question.
"Well, Kitty-Boy, what are you doing so far away from your home turf?" I stare him down, waiting for a response.

"If you must know, I'm just sight-seeing at the moment, nothing much going on in Paris right now, anyways. I'll be back there in a week, so don't get your jumpsuit in a knot, Boo-Boy."

I prepare my rebutting, equally witty remark just as a shrill noise shocks us both. *BRRRRIIIINNGG!* my phone screams from my back pocket; it's the one thing that doesn't change with me when I transform. In all honesty I'm not sure how it stays with me, I don't even have pockets on this suit. It's just sort of… there. *BRRRRIIINNGG!* my phone threatens again, shaking me out of my thoughts. I fumble with trying to get it in my hand before looking at the caller I.D. - Jazz. 'Crap,' I think. 'Could she have chosen a worse time to call?'

"Give me a moment, Kitty, I have a feline that this is important." I say as I go to answer.
"Well if that's the case, then I'll just disappear for now." he says before giving a lazy salute and leaping away.

I wait until he seems far enough to be out of earshot before I answer. "H-hey, Jazz. What's u-"

"Where ARE YOU?" I hear her shrill, annoyed voice reply. I have to move the phone away from my ear when she yells. "Mom and dad are eyeing down everything in sight at the convention, so I went to the hotel. The man at the front desk said you had all the room keys, so I just went up. I've been waiting outside the door to the room for AGES! AGES, Danny! I rang the bell four times and knocked twice as much!"

"Sorry, Jazz.. I was out trying to clear my head. I'll be back to the room in less than a minute." I say hanging up on her and flying back at top speed. I think the last time Tucker and Sam measured, it was about 112 MPH.

It seems I didn't go that far, however, because in a matter of seconds I spotted the top of the building. As I near the hotel, I quickly go invisible as I spot another penthouse guest on the balcony of the neighboring suite. Got to be more careful, I suppose. From a distance, he looks to be the same height and build as that Chat Noir I just met, but, what are the chances? Then again, knowing my luck, he would turn out to be that stray cat. I phase back through my window and quickly change back to Danny Fenton mid-air, before landing and rushing over to open the door for Jazz. She was apparently leaning on it, as she lands butt first on the ground when I open it, most likely not expecting me so fast.

"Don't you know to knock before opening a door?" Jazz scolds me, standing up.

"Uh, why would I knock from the inside?" I answer, chuckling to myself. She sighs and enters the room.

"So where were you this whole time?" She asks me. I scratch the back of my neck before telling her.
"Well you see, I was flying around when I ran into this guy who calls himself Chat Noir and he-" Jazz's eyes suddenly went wide.

"Wait… did you say Chat Noir?" She asks, leaning closer to me.
"Uhm… yes?" I say nervously. It was the moment she began to squeal that I knew I had made a terrible mistake.

CHAPTER END