"Ladybug's gonna skin me alive if she finds out I lost the twins!" cried Chat Noir out to the wind.
Chat leaped across another gap in the roofs, fighting his inner instinct to create a dramatic pose. Halfway through, he gave in, twirling in the air and sticking the landing.
Chat's ears pricked, noticing faint giggles just below his left. The superhero ran to the edge of the roof, and catch sight of two little girls playing with street cones not so far away from him.
The boy grinned, and let a sigh of relief flood through him before leaping to the ground. There were Stinkie and Stealie, perfectly unharmed and looking just as happy as he remembered.
No danger- good.
"Girls!" cried Chat, hands cupping his mouth, "Come back here!"
The girls froze, and gave each other wide-eyed looks. And then through some form of communication, they shrugged. Chat squinted at them, his tail lazily waving behind him. He had just about figured their twin telepathy out….They were planning something and Chat wanted to know.
He found out soon enough. The girls, in perfect synchrony, grabbed the nearest object, grinned, and threw it at Chat.
He dodged the bucket, watching it crash into the wall behind him, "I've gotta take you home!"
He had only known them for one night, but he knew what their answer would be.
"No!"
"Oh come on!"
Alya made it look so easy!
Chat blinked, and in uncanny timing, the twins disappeared. But his ears still informed him that they were hiding behind a trashcan.
His face met his palm, "Not again…"
There was that feeling of de ja vu when the twins began jumping around the cones. They weren't too different from their supervillain selves. And that was just Chat's luck.
Chat's face fell, sagging his ears and leaving his jaw agape. This was the perfect opportunity to call Ladybug, and Chat whipped out his baton, but…
He could handle two energetic children, can't he?
Nope. Ten minutes and an exhausting chase later, Chat realized that to catch these two girls would be harder than expected. Oh well, in tough moments, there's always time to use his super powers…
Wait. No.
Cataclysm is destruction.
Chat shook his head, he can't use the power of destruction on kids!
The boy sighed to the bright full moon, "What am I going to do? Use cataclysm on their energy reserve and put them to sleep?"
And the inner planner from his mind hit the light-bulb. Cataclysm may not work… but something else… just as fun… would work.