This technically isnt an Outsider Chronicles idea, but I wanna see what you lot make of it. Plus, this is my Vault, so I can do whatever the hell I want with it! Without further ado, I present:

Black Cat of Gotham

Getting booted into another reality after burning to death is really not my idea of a good time. Neither is finding myself in a world where alien invasions are treated as a mild inconvenience. Still, it could be worse. At least I'm not completely powerless. Unfortunately, I hate cheese.

So, I've been binging Miraculous: Ladybug and, frankly, its awesome. Since I like the idea, but don't really have a solid plot for a full Outsider story, lets try this. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Time for a quick lesson in Caveman 101. Fire hot, ow! And now for another obvious statement. Dieing sucks. Trust me, I know both of them first hand since I was burnt to death, flash fried in a fireball that quite literally came from nowhere. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the fire to kill me since, for the few seconds I was burning alive, it REALLY FUCKING HURT!

What I wasn't expecting was to wake up. When I next opened my eyes, it was to find myself standing in a perfectly circular chamber with a large number of mirrors and screens of various shapes and sizes covering the walls, each showing a different scene. In the center of the chamber was a swivel chair surrounded by keyboards and control panels, each of which was connected to an arm that allowed it to be moved.

Lounging in the chair, fast asleep with a string of drool leaking from his mouth was a man with short, brown hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush in weeks, a five day beard, pale skin and a pair of square, black framed glasses that had fallen crooked. He was wearing tired looking jeans and a tatty shirt that had once been white, but had long since turned grey from to many washings.

I hesitated for a moment, before deciding that there was no point in standing around all day, so I walked over to the sleeping man and gently shook his shoulder. He snorted and tried to roll over, only to fall of his chair with a crash, before shooting to his feet with his glasses on upside down.

"I'm up, I'm up!" he shouted, "I wasn't sleeping on the job, honest!"

His accent placed his nationality as british and his awakening showed his eyes to be green.

"Wait, you're not the boss," said the man as he spotted me, "How did you get here?"

"Thats a very good question," I said, "Last thing I remember is burning to death."

The young man raised an eyebrow and turned in his chair to face his many control panels, bringing up a file on screen with my face on it.

"Hmm, lets see, Blake Hunter, age 16, species human, scheduled to come up here never. Huh, interesting."

He turned to me.

"This is you isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Why is species on there?"

"Their are more things between heaven and hell than appear in dreams of men," said the young man, "I watch over a lot of worlds and many different species so its kinda necessary."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Who are you anyway?"

The man looked up.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "I should have introduced myself. I'm Dis Lexic, an Overseer of the Multiverse. Its my job to keep this segment of Creation working and making sure that any issues are dealt with before they get big enough for the man upstairs to get involved."

"So what, your an Angel or something?" I asked.

"Not exactly," said Dis, "I'm more like a technician. The Angels are the Almighties strong right arm, his police force if you will."

"Right," I said, not quite sure what to make of the explanation, "So why am I here exactly?"

"Because you died before your allotted time," said Dis, "It happens occasionally and always makes a total mess of things."

"Why?"

"Because the Souls can only go to heaven or hell after their allotted time has past," said Dis, "You were supposed to live for another 90 years and die of a heart attack during the discovery of Aliens."

"Wait, aliens are real?"

"Yep, Kryptonians if I'm reading this right. Apparently the Krypton in your universe isn't scheduled to explode any time soon."

"Huh," I said, not sure what to make of that little tidbit, "So what now? Are you going to send me back?"

"Your body in your old dimension was nearly completely destroyed," said Dis, "Besides, time passes differently here and you've already been buried. You can't move on and you can't go back to your old dimension, the only thing I can do is shift you sideways."

"Sideways?"

"Into a different dimension," explained Dis, "It'll be one you recognize and I expect you won't end up being entirely normal."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When people get shifted sideways, they tend to change," said Dis, "I still have no idea why. Just be thankful you won't be an Outsider. They always get screwed over by Fate."

I gulped.

"Soo, where am I going?"

"Pick a door," said Dis, indicating to a pair of identical doors that hadn't been there before.

"Where do they lead?" I asked.

"Your new home," said the Overseer, "Not even I know where they lead. Don't worry, though, I've already taken steps to make sure you don't get consumed by whatever power you gain. You'll start again with a clean slate, new memories and a new life."

I paused, my hand inches from one of the door handles.

"I won't remember my past?"

Dis shook his head.

"You will," he said, But those memories will be overtaken by new ones and suppressed. They'll be there, but they won't be important. Its how we prevent those we have to shift from getting homesick."

I swallowed and turned back to the door.

"Alright, you can do this," I muttered and opened the door.

The next thing I knew, I had tripped over a crate and landed in a muddy puddle with a splash. I sat up spluttering and looked around. I was in a back alley somewhere, behind a bar or something if the empty barrels were anything to go by.

"Greaaat, where the hell am I?" I muttered.

I got to my feet and headed to the end of the alley, only to freeze as I stepped out, my eyes wide.

"Er, OK, that was not what I was expecting," I said as I stared out over the road at the building that was clearly labelled as 'Gotham Police Station'.

I quickly shook off my shock and glanced around. I was drawing some attention, likely because of my soaked and muddy shirt, but most people were ignoring me. Deciding that just standing there wasn't doing anything, I started down the street in a random direction.

"OK, so I am apparently in the Batman cartoon by the looks of it," I muttered as I stuck my hands in my pocket, "Now what should I…"

I trailed off as my fingers brushed against something in my pocket that hadn't been there before. I pulled it out and found that it was a letter addressed to me. I quickly tore it open and found a letter and a key inside.

Dear Blake,

This key is for your new place. I hope you like it cus its the best you're getting. Now, before I leave you to make your own way in the world, their are a few things you should know. As you've probably guessed, I took the liberty of creating you an identity in this world so you're not just floundering. All the details are in the file on your bedside table, so make sure you read up on it.

There aren't really any limitations on what you can do with yourself now you're there, with only two exceptions. One, you cannot tell anyone you're from another world and two, you can't tell anyone what you know about the future. Both are sealed away behind barriers to keep you from accidentally telling or a telepath from pulling the information from your mind.

I think thats everything, have a good life!

From,

Dis.

PS, before I forget, I left you a little gift at your new place. Have fun with it, it'll be purrfect for your new world.

I blinked at the cat pun. It was so out of place compared with the rest of the letter and Dis didn't seem like the type to make bad puns. True, I'd known him for less than an hour, but still.

"What the...what's that supposed to mean?" I muttered, "Eh, guess I'll find out…"

It didn't take me long to find it. It was a flat located in one of the average areas of the city, not poor but not overly wealthy either. It was a nice enough place and it looked like Dis had been nice enough to bring over all my stuff from my last life. There was also a file on the table that contained all the information I needed in case the police came a-calling about a 15 year old living on his own and a small parcel on top of the file.

I sat down on the couch and opened the parcel, only to nearly gag as a horrible cheesy smell hit me full in the face.

"What the fuck?!" I spluttered.

"Oh good, you're finally here!"

I blinked at the unexpected voice as a little black creature holding a slice of cheese bigger than itself flew out of the parcel. I blinked a few times, rubbed my eyes, then stared again.

"What? Is there something on my face?" asked the creature.

I quickly upended the box and a bulky silver ring fell out.

"Awww shit, don't tell me," I groaned, "Your Plagg, aren't you?"

"Yep, Dis said you'd know me," said the little critter as he took a massive chunk out of the cheese.

"Am I going to meet someone wearing spots in the not too distant future?" I growled.

"Nope, just me," said Plagg, "Well, until Dis gets bored, then its anyone's guess what he'll do. Still, its not like this city is lacking on the need heroes."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" I snapped, "Seriously though, Cat Noir? When Dis said powers, I thought he meant new powers for me, not a magical item and a damn rodent!"

"OI, I'M A CAT!" snapped Plagg, "And I don't exactly make the rules. Besides, Dis may claim that the powers given are random, but he really does have more control than he lets on. Believe me, if he wants, he can act very much like a ROB."

"So what your saying is, I'm at the mercy of a less than Random Omnipotent Bastard?" I asked.

"Yep," said Plagg, "The only difference between him and any other overpowered arsehole is that he actually has enough decency to give you a place to live. If he gets bored, he will screw you over."

"Greatttt," I muttered, "So, exactly authentic are you? Since I can't do anything about this, I guess I should just accept it and move on. I'd like to know what I have to work with before I make a fool of myself."

"Oh, you know, the usual," said Plagg, "Enhanced physical abilities, Cataclysm, magic staff and a set of inbuilt instincts that'll allow you to fight without needing training. Although, I do recommend you do some because your physical abilities do have an affect on your attributes in costume."

"Fair enough," I said as I put on the ring, "Now, whats say we take my new suit for a spin?"

"What?"

"Plagg, claws out!" I said.

"WAIIIIIIIIII…..!" yelped Plagg as he was sucked into my ring.

There was a flash of light and I found myself stood in my outfit.

"Hmm, not bad," I said as I examined my new look in the mirror.

I looked pretty much exactly as I was expecting, a black, leather outfit with clawed gloves, a belt that extended out into a tail with my staff strapped to the back, a pair of ears sticking out of my black hair and a black mask over my eyes, which looked a lot like a cats and had lightened from honey brown to amber.

"Now then, how about a night on the town?" I said, turning to the window, "Who knows, maybe this cat'll meet a bat."

I grinned and jumped out the window, easily soaring across to the roof across the street.

Traversing the city heights was a lot easier than I was expecting, thanks to the enhancements of the Miraculous and my staff. I also got to see just what Plagg meant by built in skills since I had never done gymnastics before in my life yet somehow managed to pull of some impressive moves. I have to wonder if any of these skills will bleed over into my Civilian identity…

I was in the middle of admiring the view from the top of Wayne Enterprises, when my staff beeped and nearly made me jump off the roof in surprise. After regaining my balance, I pulled out my staff and opened it, revealing the hidden screen inside that was currently showing a map of the area and an alarm symbol over a building marked as Gotham Museum.

"Well, no time like the present I guess," I muttered, "Lets go introduce myself."

I stood and hopped of the roof, using my staff to land safely on the next roof and took off in the direction of the museum.

I arrived to find a neat hole cut in the glass and another cat already in the building.

"Well, isn't that purrrfect," I grumbled, "I just know Batman's gonna assume I'm working with her. Eh, could be fun."

I jumped through the hole as Catwoman headed down the halls.

"You know, I'm pretty sure the Museums closed at this time of night," I said as I landed.

Catwoman jumped and spun around, only to pause at the sight of me and raise an eyebrow behind her mask as she eyed me up and down. How I knew that, I have no idea, but whatever.

"And here I thought I was the only cat in Gotham," she said, "So who are you then, Catman?"

"Nah, I'm Cat Noir," I said, "And tonight, I'm your bad luck."

"Oh great, another goody goody," scoffed Catwoman, "And here I was thinking of adopting you."

"Hehehe, I have a feline that wouldn't work to well," I said.

"With puns like that, I'd say not," deadpanned Catwoman, "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

She turned away and headed down the hall. I frowned and jumped over her.

"Nope, sorry, not happening," I said.

Catwoman scowled.

"Out of the way Kitten," she said, "I really don't want to hurt you."

"Just try it," I said, pulling out my staff and extending it.

"Tch, fine," said Catwoman and lashed out with her whip.

I spun my staff as I ducked under the tip of the whip and lunged forwards, my staff leading the way. Catwoman spun out of the way, kicking me in the rear as I shot past and sending me stumbling as she ran for her target. I skidded to a stop and jumped after her, extending my staff to trip my fellow feline. Catwoman turned her fall into a roll and flicked her whip at me again, forcing me to hop back out of range.

"Well well well, what have we here?" said a voice from a nearby grate, making us both jump, "What an interesting little cat fight."

The grate cover fell off and the owner of the voice came slithering out.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Catwoman.

"Ragdoll, nice to meet you," said Ragdoll, "And who are you two kitty cats?"

"Too much for you," I said, "Now scat before I claw you to confetti."

"Ohhh, this kitten has claws!" said Ragdoll, "Unfortunately, I ain't leaving without this."

He turned his head around to look at the animation slide both thieves were after.

"Hey, thats my score!" said Catwoman, charging Ragdoll.

He flipped over her strike and ducked under my staff swing in a rather impressive display of agility and flexibility. Its one thing to see it in a cartoon, its quite another to see it in real life. Catwoman stumbled as Ragdoll kicked her in the behind and, in a rather impressive display of skill, managed to trap her in a display case. With one cat down, he turned to me.

"Your turn kitten," he said.

I narrowed my eyes and split my staff into two baton. Ragdoll's grin just widened and he charged, easily spinning around my swings and pulled my 'tail'.

"OW!"

That actually hurt. Magic is weird. I spun, only to take an elbow to the gut that sent me stumbling back into a large, cage-like art piece that Ragdoll wasted no time in kicking over, trapping me under it.

"Just wait there Pussycat," he said with a mocking wave, before sauntering over to the painting he was after, "Hmmm, meow, this little beauty might make a cat person out of me yet."

"By the time this nights over, I guarantee you won't be a bat person."

I paused in trying to get the cage off me and glanced over to where Batman had just stepped out of the shadows. The Caped Crusader glanced at Catwoman and me, lingering on me for a brief moment before returning his attention to Ragdoll.

"Crap, I need to get out of here," I muttered.

I glance at my staff, but it was too far out of reach. I sighed.

"Guess I have no choice," I muttered, "Cataclysm!"

My ring released a large amount of black energy that gathered around my claws. I placed my hand against the metal, which immediately began to corrode. A few seconds later, the sculpture disintegrated and I snatched my staff as my ring beeped.

"Got five minutes to get out of here," I muttered and turned to leave…

Only to nearly walk into Batman.

"Aww crap, this isn't gonna end well, is it?" I said, taking a few steps back.

Batman just narrowed his eyes. My ring beeped again and I scowled.

"Sorry Bats, but I can't stop to chat," I said, spinning my staff.

"You don't honestly think I'm going to let you walk out of here, do you?" said Batman.

I smirked.

"Nope, but I'm still leaving," I said, "See ya!"

My staff instantly extended up through the glass ceiling, taking me with it. Batman quickly shook off his surprise and jumped forwards, only to miss my staff as it retracted.

"See ya next time Bats!" I called down and jumped off the Museum's roof.

I quickly made my way back to ground level and dispelled my transformation in an alleyway, walking out and down the street, just as Batman landed on a nearby fire escape. I smirked as he jumped away. Home free, that's nice. Heres hoping Bats doesn't pull a bullshit deduction based on the length of my bangs or something.

"Well, that was a fun night," I said.

"Speak for yourself," said Plagg, "I'm beat!"

I sighed.

"Alright, lets go get you some cheese," I said, stopping in front of a conveniently located Convenience Store.

I headed for the fridge and picked up a couple of boxes of Camembert cheese and a bag of maltesers. Fighting villains really works up an appetite.

"Whoa, thanks Blake!" said Plagg as I slipped the cheese into my hoodie pocket where the Kwami was hidden, "My favorite, yummy!"

"Yeah yeah, just don't spill it in my pocket," I said, "I don't want my jacket to smell like cheese."

"Yeah yeah," said Plagg around his cheese.

I sighed and began making my way home. Fortunately, it wasn't far and the Museum was located in the 'good' part of Gotham, so I wasn't that likely to get mugged...I hope. Then again, I did have a bit of self defence training to fall back on, so I should be OK…

A sudden scream from a nearby alleyway brought me up short. I stopped and glanced down the alley. It was dark enough that I couldn't see much, but the scream sounded close.

"What are you planning?" asked Plagg, sticking his head out of my pocket, "Do you need me?"

I hesitated. The food had probably recharged Plagg enough that I could transform again, but I didn't like the idea of opening myself up for a fight with Batman tonight. Besides, it was probably just some thugs and I could take dime a dozen idiots without powers.

"Nah, not right now," I said, starting down the alley, "But stay at the ready, just incase its more than I can handle."

"I don't know why you're getting involved," said Plagg, "Its none of your business."

"Neither was Catwomans robbery tonight," I said, "Besides, being a hero isn't limited to just when I've got the mask on."

"Oh, gag me," said Plagg.

I smirked and rounded the corner where I found a bunch of thuggish looking young men surrounding a girl who looked scared out of her wits.

"Still think you can take em?" muttered Plagg.

"Did Dis tell you anything about my past?" I muttered back.

"Nope."

I smirked as I flipped my hood up, making sure my face was properly obscured.

"In that case, get ready to be impressed."

I raised my voice.

"Hey, leave the poor kid alone!" I shouted.

The thugs paused and turned to me. I shifted into a ready but non threatening stance. No point in starting a fight if I can avoid it.

"Whats this boys?" sneered the leader, "We got ourselves a hero."

"I would highly suggest that you don't pick a fight with me," I said.

The thugs all burst out laughing.

"Looks like someone thinks hes tough shit!" said the leader, "Now run home to Mommy little boy before we make you cry."

I raised an eyebrow as the thugs started laughing.

"Wow, you lot really are as dumb as you look," I said.

The thugs immediately stopped laughing.

"What was that?" growled the leader, looming over me as he cracked his knuckles.

"Hard of hearing too apparently," I said, "Or maybe just to thick to tell when you're being insulted."

"THATS IT!" roared the thug leader, "YOUR DEAD TINY!"

He drew back his fist and swung at me, but I just ducked under his swing and slammed my fist into his stomach. The force of the blow lifted him a few inches off the ground, before he collapsed to his knees, coughing and gasping for air.

"B-boss!" said one of the thugs, apparently a tad shaken from the fact his boss had just been taken down by someone less than half his size.

"Anyone else want to try me?" I asked.

A second thug scowled and took a swing. I sidestepped the swing and flipped the thug onto his back. He gasped and closed his eyes as my fist shot at his face, only to stop an inch from breaking his nose.

"You done?" I asked.

The thug frantically nodded.

"Then take your friend and leave," I said.

The thugs quickly helped their friend to his feet and ran off down the alley, shouting obscenities and threats as they went.

"You know they're not gonna let that go," said Plagg.

"Why do you think I hid my face?" I asked, "Now stay put."

I walked over to the girl. She was a redhead with green eyes and looked about my age.

"Hey, you OK?" I asked, kneeling down next to her.

"I-I think so," she said, "Who are you?"

"Names Blake," I said, dropping my hood, "Blake Hunter."

The girls eyes widened slightly and her cheeks pinked.

"U-um, nice to meet you," she said, "Um, can you see my glasses?"

I glanced around and spotted said glasses a short distance away. Thankfully, they were unbroken, so I quickly returned them to her.

"Thanks," she said.

"So, can I know the name of my Damsel for the evening?" I asked with a slight smirk.

The girls cheeks darkened further.

"P-Pam Isley," she stuttered.

I blinked. Wow, small world. Hard to believe I just saved Poison Ivy and out of costume too. I hope that doesn't come to bite me in the arse later…

It will. Of course it will. Anyway, other than minor spoilers, I'm now done. So, what do you think if Blake and his little friend? Is Ladybug going to show up? Will I ever slip and end up typing Ladybird instead of Ladybug? Who knows.

So, what do you think of Cat Noir's first bout with the resident nuts? And what a first fight! Cat vs cat and a scratching toy added to the mix. Of course, Bats probably thinks Cat Noir's working with Catwoman, but hey, you can't have everything.

I'm not very good with puns, but that doesn't mean I won't be doing my best to use them! After all, Cat Noir wouldn't be Cat Noir without some bad puns.

Don't forget to leave a review on the way out! See ya!