Adrien stared at Marinette as she was transported into another car. He didn't know what was going to happen to her, but he was worried. What if they hurt her? Adrien couldn't protect her then, that's for sure.

"Get in." Adrien was once again pushed harshly towards the car, the built man behind him seeming to lose patience on the boy. His eyes glared down on him. Oh, if looks could kill...

Adrien obeyed immediately, but not after taking one last glance at the car Marinette was in. He stayed still in the middle of the two buff men at the back of the car, not wanting to lean towards them or have any contact with them in any way.

When she spoke up, that was only when he realized that Chéyenne was in the same car he was in. "This is going to get all Batman and shít from this point onwards."

"Batman and shít?" Adrien questioned. He didn't like cursing, but he knew there was something that was gonna happen. And that something was going to be bad, he can tell.

"Yeah. Remember, that movie where the Joker bombed a hopsital and then made Batman choose between two warehouses? To choose the love of his life or someone he should save to save himself from the bashes of the people of Gotham city?" Chéyenne says, feigning sweetness in the tone of her voice, "And the face of the person he had to save is split in half from the fire and— ah, well, I guess you already know what it is."

The Dark Knight. Adrien knew that movie.

"What are you gonna do?!" He wanted to lunge at her. He even wanted to pull a cat fight on her! He didn't care if cat fights were for girls, he just wanted to pull out every bit of hair from her head and slap some sense into her small mind. He really did want to. But he didn't want to have his ass beat up by two buff men at the back of a car.

"Let's just say, I'm going to play the Joker." Chéyenne turns from the passenger seat to Adrien in the back, "And your father is going to play Batman."

"Well, Chéyenne, you seem to fit in with your "Joker" personality. You have a lot in common." Adrien spat at her, venom dripping at the tone of his voice, "You're both evil and you cake your faces up with makeup! What's next?"

Chéyenne hissed at the boy's statement, before calming herself. "Well, at least my father wouldn't have to choose between my life of a girl he barely knows."

Adrien knew what she meant.

And, even though he wasn't religious, Adrien prayed.

Adrien prayed that his father would choose Marinette instead of him.

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Shortly after that car ride, they arrived at a warehouse, just as Chéyenne had mentioned.

The two men beside him harshly shoved him out of the car and hurried him into the warehouse for "safekeeping".

Well, safekeeping for them from their crimes, but not safekeeping for Adrien from his impending death.

"Mateo, François, take this young man inside." Chéyenne told the two men as they practically dragged him into the warehouse, "I have a call to make."

Just when everyone possible was out of earshot, Chéyenne took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" The voice from the other side spoke in a rude, high-pitched manner.

"Hey. It's Chéyenne. The job's almost done." Chéyenne smiled into the call, "Get your payment ready, Mademoiselle Bourgeois."

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Marinette was sitting awkwardly between the two buff men sitting beside her, monitoring her breathing as if it was illegal to breathe. Her heart pound hard against her chest and her eyes roamed around the car, frightened of what was going to happen to her.

But, most of all, she was frightened of what would happen to Adrien.

"W-Where are you taking me?" Marinette stutters, her tiny voice wavering a bit. Tears built up in her eyes. This wasn't what she signed up for. This was going to scar her for life.

That is, if I'm still going to be alive after this., Marinette thought to herself, adding up to her fear.

She tried to stay strong, though. She knew Adrien wouldn't want her to be afraid, even if she also knew Adrien was also afraid himself.

"We're taking you to a warehouse." Some girl from in front said in a monotonous voice, "And then Chéyenne says it'll be all "Batman" from here."

"Who are you, anyway?" Marinette sneered, trying to sound brave and unaffected, "And what do you mean by  that?"

"I'm Renée Guevara, Chéyenne's assistant." She spoke in the same monotonous tone, "And it means that either you or Adrien will die tonight. Pretty sure Adrien won't. I mean, it is his father. Of course his father would take him."

"Uh, okay?" Marinette was confused, but she knew she wouldn't be alive after tonight. She sighed in regret. Well, she joined a competition because she wanted to spend two weeks with the love of her life, but she didn't want to die now. Not when she had just started talking to him in actual sentences.

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T

he phone on his desk rang, and he picked it up with furrowed eyebrows.

"Hello, Gabriel Agreste speaking."

"Hey, Gabriel. It's Chéyenne." He could hear the smirk on the face of who the voice belonged to on the other line. His blood boiled at the soumd of her name.

"What do you want?" He growled, knowing she had his son. He was so worried about him, believe it or not. He would even give up his fashion career just to have him safe at home once more.

"Hush, hush, Mr. Agreste. You won't see your son ever again if you continue to talk like that." Chéyenne smiled to herself, knowing she had him in her hand.

Gabriel calmed himself before replying. He knew that, for now, he'd have to follow whatever she commanded so that he could have his son back. In a calmer voice, he replied, "Okay. How much do you want?"

"I don't need money, Gabriel. I already have someone paying me up." Chéyenne, on the other line, blew at her finger tips, "I need entertainment."

Sighing before continuing, he said, "What entertainment?"

"Wait, wait, this is fun. Wait, I have rules." She said in excitement, "First off, don't call the police on me. If ever you do, you know what I will do. Second, you're going to choose."

"Choose?" Gabriel was genuinely confused. What could he possibly choose between?

Then, it struck him. The other girl involved in this was also in the choices. He knew he wanted to pick his son, but he didn't want to let the other girl die. This was not what she signed up for in that competition.

"I think you already know who you're going to choose between, Gabriel." Chéyenne snickers, "Now, I'll be sending you two addresses on either side of Paris. Make a wise choice, Gabby."

Gabriel cringed at the nickname she used on him. Not only was that what she dearly called him while they were still dating, it was also the reminder of the girl he didn't love, the girl he left heartbroken at the Seine that night.

"Chéyenne, I'm sorry, okay?" Gabriel said slowly, hoping to change her mind, "I'm sorry I wasn't in love with you when you were so in love with me."

"Too late." Chéyenne smirked, "You didn't say sorry twenty years ago."

Chéyenne already killed her — what else did she want?

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[ A/N ]

It took me ages to finish writing this lol wat. Ok this Author's note won't take long lol

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