After the mass spread of super heroes in 1990 onwards, the governments around the world hurried to codify laws and establish boundaries.
One such boundary, was creating a classification of powers that detailed their Type, Catalyst, Field, Power and Control.
Majestia had many powers, of the 9 ranks of superhero power, she'd be scraping the top of 9. Her flight, Invulnerability, Super Strength and various other little powers that greased the wheels of justice on two legs was a straightforward application. She had enhanced attributes, at the basest level and that was easy to comprehend.
Doorman was far more complex, his powers allowed him to catch space and time, pinning them together to poke a hole straight through, allowing travel to anywhere he wanted.
His powers would be a Mobility Type, The Catalyst would be opening a door, for Doorman, many suspected said Catalyst was a mental block, none knew for certain. The Field of his power would be Personal - Gateway, the Power classification would be inapplicable as it did not have any controlling or damaging affect, while the Control classification would be Pinpoint.
As Christopher reviewed the footage of Ladybug and Cat Noirs various Akuma fights in the dark theatre that was his hotel room, the detective hummed in thought, observing Cat Noir for the umpteenth time charge his hand with necrotic energy - Cataclysm is what he called it, an atrocious pun - and grasp the Villains Pidgeon caller. Christopher pressed a key three times to enhance the footage and watched as when Cat Noir opened his hand all that remained was the rusty colored fragments of what use to be the Pidgeon Caller, it looked as though the slightest breeze would reduce the remains to ash.
A purple butterfly fluttered out of the object, only to be snatched by Ladybugs Yo-Yo before being released back to the wilds.
If he had to Categorize Cat Noir's Cataclysm - which he did - Christopher would define it as a Destruction Type, Verbal Channeled - through the ring, it seems, so perhaps a more accurate Catalyst would be Object channeled? - a Personal Contact field with an unrecorded level of Power. It's control was not definitive, as Cat Noir rarely used it for pin-point maneuvers, the power was far better suited for mass scales of destruction.
Chirstopher watched the Magic Ladybugs wash over the Camera, repairing everything damaged in their wake with calculating eyes. The recording paused accompanied by the tape player whirring, ejecting the tape inside it before promptly being replaced by a new one, Labeled as Reverser.
He watched as the fight played out, - he didn't have to cross reference cameras for now, Andre had somebody compile all relevant footage - Ladybug and Cat Noir were 'reversed' both taking on the polar opposite of what they used to be. It was quite a curious endeavor, and it seemed Reverser might just win, until, of course, Ladybug summoned her own power, a 'Lucky Charm' which granted her poles of Bamboo.
Once more, Ladybug found a clever way to use the Lucky Charm and succeeded at beating the villain. Leaving Christopher once again reminded how unique the power was, and further more, how clever Ladybug was.
Ladybugs Lucky Charm was off the charts, it had no stable structure whatsoever and it's level of power varied incredibly. When facing Malediktator it equipped Ladybug with a Rocket Propelled Grenade Launcher, while other times it would give her a tube of glue.
It's type, at the very least was Creation - rare, rarer still when it lacked a sub-categorization -, It was Verbal Channeled, exactly like Cat Noir's Cataclysm. It had no solid definition of Field and it had no solid level of Power. All facts that led Christopher to be certain that detainment while they were in their Superhero suits was impossible.
Luckily, However, Christopher had insight into the Miraculous from Chloe's confessions. They were not normally this strong, they needed the Miraculous, and had to execute a certain phrase before any power took affect, which meant confrontation had to be done while they were not expecting it, otherwise the risk was too great.
Christopher watched the Magic Ladybugs wash over Paris on the screen yet again.
A Restoration class power that could ficanything nothing was ever broken when she invoked the 'Miraculous Ladybug', it was something he had yet to ever hear about.
Clicking the pause button on his VCR player, Christopher rose from his makeshift investigative station allowing himself to pace briefly
He was an investigator, and had heard Ladybug and Cat Noir's voices, it was not hard to be certain that the two were still in school, though age ranges past that were impossible to be certain on. He could use physical characteristics to narrow down the search field, but a cursory glance at the two heroes in front of him shot that option down, Christopher was certain that Cat Noir did not have Feline pupils and Green sclera outside of his costume, and if eye color could change, hair could as well, cross comparison would be pointless.
Christopher looked at the empty box on the floor, he had gone through all the tapes, they were out of order, it seems, but they were parsed nonetheless.
Shutting the VCR player off, Christopher opened his laptop and typed in a simple URL to continue his investigation.
Hawkmoth could feel it. A thousand voices all at once begging to be transformed, to avenge whatever slight had been acted against them.
A child, upset about being grounded.
A lower class worker, laid off from work, stressing over how he'll afford rent.
A upper class aristocrat, pampered beyond normal, angry at their chocolate cake being to dry.
An Old Man, attempting to bond with his grandchildren, only to be brushed off in favor of a hand held screen.
Some had real concerns, others simply manufactured by arrogance, but all had one thing in common.
They all were vulnerable.
He was tempted to take one, grant them the power they wanted. But alas, Hawkmoth was busy, occupied with other things.
Gabriel opened his eyes to watch the only light in this miserable life nervously fidget in his seat, stealing glances at Gabriel while picking at his food.
Sometimes, Gabriel wondered why he continued on this path, if it's what Emile would really want. Those Brief moments of doubt were erased whenever he gazed upon his son. Emile may not approve, but Gabriel would gladly trade Emile's love for himself if it meant Adrien had a mother again.
God knows that she would do better than he.
"Adrien," The boy almost jumped out of his seat to look up at Gabriel. Emile would not have provoked that reaction from him "Is there something on your mind?"
Adrien stared at Gabriel for a solid minute before shaking his head
"No, Father, I'm... just tired."
A smile that did not reach Adrien's eyes was directed at Gabriel and for a moment he wondered if Adrien was lying.
That thought was quickly expunged, Adrien would never lie.
"I'll inform Nathalie to adjust your schedule accordingly. An-"
Hawkmoth felt the surge of emotion, strong, strong enough to warrant ending this dinner early.
"Sorry Adrien, but I most leave."
He didn't have a chance to respond to Hawkmoth's statement, the Miraculous user was already standing and heading to Emile's painting.
As he descended into the lair, Hawkmoth closed his eyes and removed the clip on Tie, allowing the Pendant to receive a better signal - Hawkmoth wasn't sure if that was a placebo affect or not, but it would work. - further gathering information on the negative emotion, filtering out the "noise" surrounding it.
The emotion itself wasn't strong, simple annoyance, but what it could turn into with an Akuma would be above par for a typical Akumatized villain.
Hawkmoth stepped into the middle of the lair and Nooroo made his appearance, once more trying to convince Gabriel to not continue. Hawkmoth did not listen.
"Nooroo, Dark wings, Rise."
The surge of power that accompanied his transformation brought a sinister smirk to Hawkmoths face. An Akuma naturally began to flutter closer and the smirk only grew.
Christopher watched as Chloe Bourgeois continued her rant, belittling every aspect of his existence with mild annoyance.
Andre was doing his best to introduce them in a polite manner, but Chloe seemed intent on talking to Christopher, via conversation with Andre.
And she never uttered a single word that wasn't some insult.
"Andre, that's quite fine." Christopher intoned, keeping his annoyed gaze locked onto Chloe "I am capable of handling it from here."
"If you say so, Christopher. Goodbye Chloe."
Andre's only response was an intense glare, which the mancowedunder, he was lucky Christopher was personally interested in this job.
"Chloe," Christopher's eyes moved to match Chloe's glare with feigned aloofness "I am Christopher, as Andre previously said."
"And?"
"I'm going to be staying in the Hotel." Chloe's arrogance made Christopher want to rip her in half. "So I figured I'd introduce myself, since we'll be meeting often I suspect."
Chloe just regarded him as though he was a speck of dirt before turning around and waving him off.
"Whatever. I suppose it's fine if you bask in my presence occasionally."
Christopher had to will himself to turn heel and exit the room to avoid tearing into Chloe. He was walking through the Hotel's many halls before his pocket began to buzz, it unfortunately, was not his cell phone.
An Ankh he had picked up from a small time superhero was withdrawn - gifted to him as a thank you for hunting down a serial bank robber - it buzzed with energy, odd. He didn't think that-
"Hello Judicator, I am Hawkmoth."
The outside world blurred until it was only a purple mass surrounding him, the voice thundered through every fiber of his being, overwhelming him. And the annoyance he felt redoubled over and over until it became all consu-
Christopher grounded himself, mind control wasn't new, every other purse snatcher in New York could do that. But hereally wanted to teach Chloe a lesson on manne-
The Ankh pulsed weakly and Christopher obtained some sort of clarity, Hawkmoth had not spoke for a moment, odd, was the Ankh interfering?Could it interfere?
Now would be a prime opportunity to question the Villain, but Christopher could barely think straight for therage he was being consumed by.
"-ll I ask for in return" So hewas still talking."Is Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous."
"No."
Christopher squeezed the Ankh as he attempted to purge himself of the influence.
He didn't realize he was shouting until the sound of shattering glass awoke him into the real world. Glancing down to his hand, the Ankh had shattered as though it was glass. Unfortunate, he didn't have another one of those, and he was pretty sure that Hero had retired.
His slouched walk continued, leaving the fragments of the Ankh on the carpet, brain running a mile a minute.
The Ankh repelled the Akumatization, and served as some sort of early warning system. How? Iridan had told him it was a protective charm, though Christopher only half believed that much.
Hawkmoth didn't just capitalize on anger, annoyance qualified too, while both were inherently linked, one was lesser and more common.
How did Parisians evenlive?
His door clicked shut behind him, auto locking and reintroducing Christopher to the comfortable darkness.
It was strong, strong enough Christopher couldn't even think straight. He wasn't dumb enough to believe that his mind was strong enough to resist that by himself, the Ankh must've contributed somewhat.
He sat down at his computer, writing down a new field in his notes for what he experienced, along with potential flaws in the Akumatization process.
Soon he will have gleamed as much as was openly available, then he would need to try and triangulate positioning, and then enter undercover.
Christopher was hoping the interaction with Chloe wouldn't sour so quickly, he wanted to mine the information from the teenage girls skull. He would have to settle on a preliminary psych profile.