Marinette's POV

At the Eiffel tower

I land skillfully on the polished surface of the tower but I don't acknowledge the beauty of the structure. I look at the stars, the ethereal beauty the sky holds and the silver shine reflected on the moon. Being jealous of inanimate objects used to sound foreign to me, but now I get it. Sometimes it's better to feel nothing, rather than feel everything.
I don't need to turn around when I hear the clank the metals make when my partner arrives on the platform next to me, unfortunately comforting silence is never enough for him.

"My lady."

I hold back my sigh and look at him with a hint of a smile on my tired face.

"Chaton."

"What are you thinking about?"

Everything and nothing at the same time.

"Nothing in particular, what about you?"

His face falls and he leans on the barrier next to me, I barely managed to contain my look of concern when his head fell into his hands and his lips let out a worried sigh.

"I think one of my friends might get akumatized."

The look on his face tells me something different, I would not call the person he's talking about just a friend.

"Who?"

"Marinette. You probably remember her, she's helped us out with akumas before."

You know that moment when you realise you screwed up but there's no way of getting out of it because you can't fool anyone with a cover up? Yea, this is that moment.

"Why do you think so?"

"Secret."

In another universe this could've been a Katniss Everdeen and Finnick Odair moment.

"Whatever you say, let's scan the area for trouble."

He only hums in response and I say the first thing that comes into my head in order to cheer the blonde up.

"Any new puns in stock?"

His head perks up and the flirtatious look in eyes gradually returns to his sharp, cat like eyes.

"If I didn't have any that would've been a catastrophe don't you think so?"

"That was one of the worst ones yet."

I roll my eyes and he chuckles at the honesty in my voice.

"At your service-"

A sudden yell of fear snaps our attention towards the giant maze of Paris.

"That's Chloe."

I'd recognise that girl's voice anywhere.

"Let's go."

We speed away through the streets of love until on the roof of the building stood a robot looking lady, the only thing she wore that wasn't metal was a woven crown made out of navy feathers. I nod towards Chat and the crown, he gets my message immediately, like he always does.

"Bonne Nuit my friends, Name's Roboticon, I'd explain more but time is ticking. Let the fun begin."

No hand me your miraculous? No ranting about her backstory? No I will punish all of you? There's a first time for everything isn't there.

She let out a high pitched whistle and a robot army started circling us before you could say Quidditch.
I looked to the right of the villain and saw Chloe on the floor, passed out and defenceless.
This looks like something I can manage on my own if the hostage is out of the way.

"Chat take Chloe out of here, I'll take care of Roboticon."

He did as I said, if there wasn't a third party involved he would've argued but there's no time for that.
The second their figures were out of my site the robots dropped to the floor lifeless and the akumatized Parisian approached me slowly but confidently.

"I thought he'd never leave us alone, did you Marinette?"

My jaw clenched and my eyebrows furrowed. Millions of questions ran through my head. If she knows then does Hawkmoth know? Is she even from Hawkmoth?

"How do you know who I am?"

"A magician never tells her secrets."

She paused in her steps and takes a quick look at my expression, as if she could read me without trouble.

"On the other hand you're an open book, I know all your secrets, from your crush to your superhero life."

I stood paralyzed as her hand caressed my porcelain cheek. She didn't take my Miraculous as I thought she would she whispered inaudible words in my ear and I detransformed. I was standing on the top of a building with messy hair, crinkly pyjamas and all I could think about is how exposed I felt, how she disarmed me and I didn't even know how.

Tikki was on the ground unconscious and the mysterious woman held my uncovered hand up to her mouth. She placed a gentle kiss onto one of my fresh cuts and it turned purple, the veins up my arm started glowing and it felt like tiny needles were piercing my skin.

I fell onto my knees clutching my head in my burning hands and she gently patted my hair before exiting the scene she has caused.

I barely had any strength to tell Chaton to go home, that I'll be fine.
Even though this time this may not be the case.