I don't own Miraculous Ladybug because I couldn't have come up with such a creative idea. Mentioning of the Paris Bombing is not meant to show any disrespect for the people who died or injured during the attack. Lastly, all information related to the UN and French Government is accurate as possible thanks to my source, a former French teacher, who will be helping me write this story. Thank you for your understanding and I hope you love this story which starts in the middle of the first season.

In the United States, specifically New York City, the UN Building stood out like a beacon of hope. The building was international ground for one hundred and ninety three countries, which had joined together in the difficult task of keeping the world from falling apart. Everyone took their jobs here very seriously and met each crises as it came to the best of their abilities.

At the moment, the Security Council, was having a very serious discussion as one of its five permanent council member, France, was in hot water. The four other members; China, Russia, UK, and the USA, had brought up information that France seemed to be hiding since the Paris Bombing on November 13th 2015 or before the attack.

The members of the council watched in silence as they reviewed the footage once more of the carnage left behind by the terrorist attack. The video they had been watching had only been released to them after the three month state of emergency had come to an end. In the footage everyone could see the normal emergency responders. What was most disturbing though, was the sight of two masked strangers; a female dressed in a red and black body suit wielding a yoyo and a boy in a black leather cat suit with a baton, working to free trapped people. They were exhibiting superhuman feats and using strange abilities to help fix small problems before the duo disappeared.

The video ended and everyone was now looking at the French Representative expecting answers. The current Security Council President; Liu Jieyi opened the floor for discussion. "As we have just witnessed on this tape, the French Government has been hiding many secrets from us. According to the reports, both the French and German government stated that you had prior intelligence to the attack, but failed to act because of lacking provocation in order to do so. While it was unfortunate that you couldn't move forward, why didn't you bring up your suspicions to this Council before the attack?"

"At the time, the information was deemed classified and it wasn't within my power to procure help from this Council. My president wouldn't allow me to discuss the topic believing that the army and intelligence unit could safely prevent any attacks," The French representative responded. He glanced at his notes on how to respond to any questioning.

The light went on next to the Russian Representative lit up. He started speaking as the female translator spoke for him. "We can't change the past of what happened, but we must prepare for the future. Who were those two unsightly dressed teens and why are we just learning about them?"

The French Representative cleared his throat, responding that he had recently learned their names were Ladybug and Chat Noir, Paris own superheroes who protected the city. That answer didn't sit well with the other representatives who thought he was making a joke of the matter. He responded promptly that what he said was real as he showed a few more videos and news reports talking about their exploits.

"It seems that these so called heroes actions have been going on for months now. If they are talked about the news so often, how could you not have known about them before hand?" the UK representative demanded. Next to her, the US questioned why French government felt a need to hide this secret.

France reminded the council that each country had the right to determine what information should be shared during these meetings. "I swear by my honor I had no idea they existed and neither did our president. The country itself didn't know about them until that terrible day. I know what you're thinking. How could President Francois Hollande, who literally resides in Paris, not know about these two? I suspect the information was hidden from him or maybe the broadcasts were edited. He has been traveling extensively for months for diplomatic purposes"

The other members of the Security Council started to talk among themselves about how improbable that sounded. The three African region members: Egypt, Senegal, and Angola agreed that this was conspiracy by the French Government for unknown reasons. Angola insisted that the government knew more then what it was telling. Had President Hollande actions such as the three month state of emergency and proposals for serious changes to the French Constitution, including keeping a closer watch on citizens with double citizenship, merely a smoke screen to cover up incompetence?

Senegal had been reviewing the information that was being passed around. The representative was wary of the information because most of it came from a teenager's blog that was clearly biased. Most of the police reports were also filled with strange information relating to people turning into monsters and that any damage was "magically fixed." It was obvious that they needed firsthand information to verify the facts and get to the truth.

Egypt stated why weren't the three so called heroes and the "villain" hadn't been investigated for possible terrorism connections. Clearly, by hiding their identities, and using strange technology or possible new drugs to do what they did, needed to be investigated. France needed to know if they could trust their heroes or if they were just laying a false sense of security before betraying Paris. The rest of the Council needed to know for certain if about these strange people.

It soon became apparent that the rest of the council members, (Japan, Malaysia, Uruguay, and Venezuela, New Zealand, Spain and lastly Ukraine), also had concerns about France as a country and especially what was going on in the city of Paris. If the problems were not resolved now, they could be allowing another terrorist group to spread and cause more deaths. President Liu Jieyi got everyone's attention declaring it was time to vote.

The council voted as France abstained from participating in the vote unable to use its pocket veto in these circumstances. The vote was unanimous. An investigating into the French Government, the city of Paris, and of course these so called heroes would commence as soon as possible. It was also agreed that a "special" investigator would be needed to carry out this mission. With that the meeting came to an end.

President Jieyi was on his way to an important lunch, when he was stopped by the French Representative. The man was out of breath indicating that he had hurried to catch up to the president before he left. "President Jieyi, I agree that an investigation of my government and the city of Paris is necessary, but I beg of you to please emphasize the importance of discretion during the investigating by our "special" investigator. We are still recovering and Paris is on edge."

President Jieyi shushed the man and pulled him into an alcove checking to make sure no one was around to hear them speak. A quick check revealed no bugs or cameras on them. "Quiet! You know better than to casually mention that person outside of secured meeting! That information is highly classified and you know the penalty for revealing that information without full power of the Council."

The French Representative nodded and zipped his lips. Taking out a piece of paper, he wrote something in a secret code before handing it to the President. Reading it, the President nodded and whispered that he would make certain his concerns were met. After one final check, the two separated going in opposite directions. Whatever classified information they had been talking about remained a mystery.

The next day, President Jieyi and his incumbent, Egypt's Amr Abdellatif Aboulatta met the next day in private. They both exchanged pleasantries. They sized each other up before using security measures to ensure privacy on this particular manner. "As you know I'll be soon stepping down as SCP with May about to begin. I wanted to see if you and I agreed on using our "special agent" to conduct this investigation. If you don't then we'll have to come up with another team to start this investigation."

"My own personal feelings towards our "secret" have to be put aside right now if we are to conduct this investigation as quickly and quietly as possible. The Security Council's "secret" has always completed any task given with great results, even ending conflicts before they arise. I support your actions and will continue them once I take the mantel. I hope that the mission will be completed before another president, especially a French one, takes over."

President Jieyi nodded his head in agreement. The two men spent a bit more time ironing out all the details for the mission as well as gathering all relevant data. Once the folder was complete, the two men left the room and headed to a special hallway filled with elevators and four secured stairwells were found. Getting into the eighth elevator the two men rode it down to the secret bunkers under the UN.

These bunkers were designed to protect the many dignitaries and visiting government officials during a sever crises. Each bunker had been reinforced to provide protection from natural disasters, nuclear bombing, and host of other dangers. Extra food, water, and even oxygen were stocked away in these bunkers. They had been used several times before and would continue to be used should the need arrive.

Their elevator was just about to open up one of the bunkers when President Jieyi subtlety pushed a hidden button in the paneling while Incumbent Aboulatta applied some pressure to left side rail turning off the cameras. The car stopped and secondary buttons panel replaced the original one. After tapping a secret code in, the left side of the shaft opened as the car started going sideways. It took full five minutes before the car reached its destination.

The doors opened to a short tunnel that lead to a heavily secured door. At the top of the door in white were the words, "Project PK." Both men stood on either side of the door verifying their identities and using special keys, regular ones not plastic, to unlock the door. There was a hiss as the door opened. The men walked through the door and down a short flight of stairs until they were looking at a series of bunkers that had been merged together to create an underground living and working space.

The bunker was amazing. The many bunkers had been used to create different rooms. Walking down the stairs they came into the main area. One side of the room was set up to be a cozy little living room. Special transponders allowed signals to get down here so the electronics worked. Several cultural pieces had been spread out across the area. On the opposite side of the room was a kitchen/dining area. Behind them was another bunker room that had been split in two. It was a combination research/monitoring office. Three huge shelves filled with books in multiple languages stood against the far wall next to a desk. The monitoring section had monitors all lit up as each showed a different camera angle, websites, and a few documents.

A hallway near the office led to the domestic living space and bathroom bunker. This bunker area also had several closets filled with different essentials and an area for doing laundry.

Walking through the main bunker to the next section they passed the tightly secured armory, infirmary, and one that use to be a classroom, but now served as a place to store items related to undercover work. The next section of bunker appeared blank. In reality, this section had several hidden weapons cache, security traps, and at least two escape routes. One to the surface to a hidden garage filled with a number of vehicles and the second that led to a secret dock where a boat stood ready to travel across the East River.

Finally the men reached the final set of bunkers that had been combined together to create the ultimate training room. Several high quality workout machines and a court for different games took up a section. There was a room for weapons practice. Another room was fully dedicated to hand to hand combat training. Tracks, a large pool/hot tub, and some trapeze had been set up. Scanning the room, they saw the door to the locker room open as a person came out in workout clothes. "Peace Keeper!" President Jieyi called out gaining the person's attention. "We need to discuss your next mission. After you have cleaned up meet us in the office for your official debriefing." The figure nodded and slipped back inside the locker room to change.

The two men waited patiently in the office. Ten minutes later they were joined by Project Peace Keeper, a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a simple black body suit! She was about 5'7, with bright green eyes, shimmering flowing black hair that fell just past her shoulders and small well shaped nose on an oval face. Her complexion appeared to be mixed of different tones, giving her a rare exotic look. When she spoke, her voice was a blend of different accents. "Greetings, President Jieyi. Incumbent Aboulatta. Seeing you both here means that you have a new mission for me, is that true?"

The men nodded. The Security Council best kept secret, a special soldier/peace keeping agent that very few people knew about. Peace Keeper had the skills and training to carry out missions that needed subtly, finesse, and sometimes a bit of force. Her skills included being an omnilingual, a photographic memory, and genius level intellect. She was a master at several hand to hand combat styles, could handle a multitude of weapons and vehicles, and very quick to adapt to trouble. Living under the UN had made her somewhat of a cultural expert. What she truly excelled at was at disguises and blending in with her surroundings.

Peace Keeper sat down and started reading the brief. She studied the pictures as she listened to the men about her objective and what they wanted her to accomplish during this mission. To determine if these "heroes" were actually terrorists and/or a threat. Find out if someone was using illegal means to prevent their presence from leaking outside of Paris. Lastly, get the details of the President Hollande ignorance about the situation, and learn if his government was hiding something, from the rest of the world. "I accept the mission and I will get you the answers you seek. Are there any other criteria I need to know about?"

"It is vital that you keep a low profile and handle this investigation as quietly as possible. The country is still coming to terms with what happened and normalcy is slowly returning. For this mission you'll be acting as a special liaison between the UN Peacekeeping Team and the French Government to learn the truth," President Jieyi instructed her. He handed her the profiles of the people she would be working with.

Incumbent Aboulatta emphasized that they would need weekly reports of how the mission was going. He also authorized her use of deadly force and full interrogation and torture procedures, once she captured the two teens and the mysterious "villain" they fought. "The safety of the city and the world are more important than worrying about morals at this time. If you believe you can get the truth without taking extreme methods, go for it. The fates of these so called heroes is up to you. Do what you think is best and contact us when you're done. You have two days to prep before taking a flight to France."

Peace Keeper nodded and promised to give them a detailed report about her new identity as soon as she finished prepping. Satisfied, the men left to return to world above leaving the young woman alone. Peace Keeper watched them go, a bit of jealousy rising in her heart. Putting her hand in a pocket, she rubbed a tiny charm between her fingers easing her tension. "I have a mission to prepare for."

First thing to do was gather more research on the problem. She needed to know everything she could about her targets. Going over to the computers she set search parameters to find specific information about them, the recent happenings in Paris, and any historical data that might explain their inhuman abilities. As an afterthought, also told the computer to search for any mythological/magic related to the animals. Leaving the computer to run its search she started pulling books off her shelves to reorient herself on the history of both France and specially Paris history.

Flipping her hair her shoulders she started to scan the books. France indeed had a long rich history going back thousands of years going back to the time of it first being settled. Apparently before it became a unified country, had several wars among the different regions in the country as well as foreign invaders. The reigning government had changed hands many times especially before and after the French revolution.

"The successful coup of Napoleon in 1799 led to the formal establishment of the French Empire in 1804. Despite internal struggles still plaguing the country, Napoleon planned to invade the Ottoman Empire, specifically Egypt, to weaken the alliance between them and Brittan. The idea led to several famous battles including the famous incident at Trafalgar where the Franco-Spanish fleet was defeated and all attempts to invade Brittan stopped. Several coalitions were formed to keep Napoleon in check that led to several more battles until he was defeated at Waterloo and exiled to a remote island. However, several of his policies led to establishing a centralized government bringing the people of France together," Peace Keeper read out loud to herself.

"Fascinating. It seems that fighting wars and establishing different types of governments ranging from monarchy to republics demonstrates that France is a country where the political situation is always changing. The people have a history of successfully getting what they want and defending what they believe is their own. Its leaders are always struggling to maintain that power, even now that France has known relative peace for a few years, and the constant fear of foreign invasion has always remained. That might explain why the appearance of heroes in the capital received such positive attention. Someone with a lot of power in the city could be controlling the spread of information in order to maintain a power base, especially if they were planning on taking over the country."

The computers beeped indicating it had finished compiling the information from its search and had created a document with centralized data. Her stomach growled. A quick look at the clock revealed she had been working for nearly five hours straight and it well past lunch. Taking the file with her she headed to her kitchen to make something to eat. Hopefully, someone had remembered to send down a shipment of food to restock it.

It was nearly eleven at night and Peace Keeper still hadn't put the file down. She had learned a lot by looking at the pictures of the two heroes. Their statue conveyed a lot about how the people of Paris adored him. Pulling out the duo head shots she once again felt as if her eyes were sliding away from their faces. The closer she tried to study them, the more her eyes seemed to go in other directions. "Something about this picture is different. I don't know of any technology that could cause an effect like this. What is so special about you two?"

The next morning, the Security Council's best kept secret was preparing herself for another mission. She needed to create a new identity in order to maintain her secret existence. First step was choosing her alias for the mission. Being a liaison required her to be viewed as an ally, while still showing she cared about France itself, which she did. After all her loyalty was to the world not one country. So she decided to use her French American alias: Nicole Gardien.

The first step was pining up her hair and then securing a bobbed blond wig made from real hair on her head. Contacts turned her eyes brown. Using movie make up and putty she changed the structure of her face making it more heart shape and giving herself a beauty mark near her now straight nose. She plucked her eyebrows and put on tasteful, but not gaudy make up. She used a special cream to bring out certain tones in her skin. Her nails were painted a light pink.

The next step was using a special machine that lay invisible latex on her fingertips creating a brand new set of fingerprints that couldn't be linked back to her. She did the same with any other identified able parts of her body. Slipping on a special pair of shoes she felt herself shrink down to a 4ft 3inches. The shoe was specially designed to look the right size, but actually went further down allowing her to change her height. Her jewelry was the same way when in reality a few had gadgets inside them.

She packed several outfits that fit the role she was meant to play before putting on a powder blue dress suit. Gathering everything she would need for this alias, including passport, personal ID, and money, she examined herself in the mirror as she double checked her bags. Going into the armory she selected a handgun, some sleeping gas, and a few other small items. Lastly, she went to the part of the bunker that had those security measures and opened a secret compartment containing what appeared to be magical related stuff and hid some of it her case. Rubbing her charm once more, she mentally prepped herself so the persona she was taking on would be as real as possible. Placing a discreet call, she told President Jieyi she was ready to go.

Her usual method of travel, going by private plane with delegates to the country of interests, wasn't available at the time. Flying on a regular plane with special permits for her weapons was a new experience for her. Her seat was in the middle of the plane right next to the aisle giving her instant access to move if she needed to. Her eyes roamed as she observed the passengers. None of them seemed to be a threat so started to play a little game with herself, imagining why the passengers were on this flight.

The family behind me is going on vacation to get away from the hectic life style at home. They're hoping to see the Eiffel Tower and go to the Louve to view the Mona Lisa. The grumpy man across the aisle is going to France on a business trip and it's not for a good reason. The woman next to me is returning home after visiting family in the States she thought to herself. So many wonderful lives to think about. The best feeling is knowing I can help keep them safe.

The flight to Paris took approximately six hours. Peace Keeper, no Nicole Gardien, stepped off the plane with confidence, her UN badge clipped to her suit. She walked over to the Customs Security Office to retrieve her weapons case. The officers double checked her permits to make sure everything was in order. After confirming her paper work she headed out to the parking lot. The heat of the afternoon sun beat down on her. She had left New York around ten in the morning and it was now four in the afternoon. She had a meeting with President Hollande scheduled at five thirty. A limo was waiting for her and she thanked the driver for picking her up.

About forty five minutes later she arrived at the Elysee Palace, the heavily guarded and fortified residence of the President and where the French Cabinet would gather to do their duties. Two bodyguards, waited for her. Exiting the limo Nicole took a deep breath and strolled confidently over to them. In a voice that conveyed a mix of American and French accents she said. "Greetings. I am Special Liaison Nicole Gardien. I have an appointment with President Hollande to discuss the joint team of UN Keepers and the officials who will be assisting us in this endeavor."

The bodyguards nodded and swiftly escorted her inside. She kept her eyes forward, trying to ignore the beauty and wonder before her. At last she arrived at the Golden Room, the office of the President, and was escorted inside. President Hollande was waiting for her as she took a seat across from him. The bodyguards took up their places as the conversation got underway.

"Greetings Ms. Gardien. I know the reason for your visit and I have to say I'm a little offended. My Cabinet and I have already increased security, not only here, but all over the country. My Intelligent Unit has thoroughly investigate all leads to ensure we don't suffer another attack. So you can understand why I'm not pleased that the Security Council deems it necessary to investigate my government right now."

"President Hollande, I understand your feelings and I would not be here if there was no reason for concern. How is it that you never knew about these so called heroes in your own city? From what I have gathered, Mayor Bourgeois has not only recognized the duo with many awards including a statue, but his own daughter has been rescued a few times by these "heroes", Ladybug and Chat Noir I believe they're called."

The president flushed as he again assert that he had no knowledge of these heroes and hadn't seen them with his own eyes. His Cabinet members had not brought it up. The local police had attempted to inform him, but he dismissed as a huge hoax. When questioned further, he admitted he had never seen any media attention about them until after the attack. He simply had no explanation.

"I believe you are being sincere President Hollande. From what you informed me about we can only conclude someone was manipulating the situation to keep you in the dark. Don't you want to know the truth about what is going on in this city? You owe it to yourself and this country to make sure that they are safe from external and internal threats."

The President agreed and said he would fully cooperate with the UN members in conducting this private investigation. They continued to discuss the plan for over an hour. When they were done, Ms. Gardien left heading to the Hotel de Marigny, where important visitors of the President, stayed the duration of their visit.

Despite the time difference, Nicole Gardien/Peace Keeper, couldn't sleep. Something about Paris was keeping her awake. She walked over to the window and stared at the City of Lights. The twinkling lights reminded her starlight and the many possibilities that existed. She could make out many of the famous landmarks that dotted the city. Her eyes latched onto the Eiffel Tower. A strong sense of longing filled her. "The Eiffel Tower, a place where love is supposed to befall anyone who walks around it. If only that was true for everyone. Love doesn't happen for everyone."

Turning away from the window she once again pulled her tiny charm out of her hidden pocket, cupping it in her hands protectively. Despite privacy laws, she had a feeling a few rooms in this hotel had cameras in them, to keep an eye on its important visitors. This little charm was the only things she could really call her own seeing, as everything else was property of the UN. So she was really protective of it.

The little charm felt very warm in her hands. The light that filtered through her fingers made the charm sparkled light green. Tracing a finger around the charm she could feel the memory trying to surface again. The one memory she chose to suppress so no one could take it from her. A memory about how she had gotten the charm.

Flash!

A small child dressed in a traditional dress ran through the back alleys of Beijing. Glancing behind her, she saw the street gang of boys chasing her. Panicking, she reached for her tracker in her hair only to stumble to the ground scraping herself up.

Flash!

She was in antique shop looking at a beautiful box. It was dark red and black and hanging from the gold inlays were small charms of different colors. She felt a strong urge to touch it, but held back.

Flash!

Something green flew in the air. The laughter of a child filed the air "Tell me more please? I never get to hear stories like the ones you tell." The green creature flew back to her as she settle down to listen.

Flash!

She saw an old man with a baby turtle enjoying tea. A bitter middle age man yelling at a purple butterfly. A blond hair boy laughing with a black kitten about something funny. A teen girl sat at a desk drawing a ladybug.

A jerk of the head and the secret agent pulled out of the memory. She was very confused. That last flash was not a memory. She had never seen these people before though they all felt familiar in some way. The charm in her hands had stopped sparkling and it was no longer warm. "What is going on? Did you have something to do with this?" she asked the charm. The charm stayed silent and Nicole Gardiner/Peace Keeper tucked it safely away. She could worry about the strange vision/memory another time. It was time to get some sleep.

At the bakery, Marinette had been sketching a design for an unconventional dress contest coming up when she felt a chill go down her spine. She whipped her chair around eyes darting everywhere. She could have sworn she felt someone's eyes are her. "That was weird. Tikki, did you get the feeling someone was watching us just now?"

The little kwami flew up next to Marinette's face. "Not really, but I did feel a bit giggly for a second. It was as if my whole body became ticklish."

"Is that bad?"

Tikki shrugged her tiny little shoulders. Kwamiis got strange feelings all the time just as humans would suddenly feel an itch or a burning sensation, without any real cause. "I don't think it was anything to worry about. Maybe you're just feeling a bit on edge. The city is still in a state of recovery and there has been a rise in akumas lately. Both you and Chat Noir have been trying to balance helping restore the city while protecting it."

"What kind of heroes would we be if we didn't?" Marinette stated to her tiny friend. From where she lived she couldn't see any of the places that had been attacked. Chat Noir and her had been on patrol that night when they heard the sounds of shooting echoing across the city. The bombs going off had nearly sent them tumbling to their death despite the distance. Knowing civilians needed help the duo had hurried off towards the eleventh and twelfth arrondissement to see what they could do.

Flash!

"My Lady, what's going on? Can you get a news broadcast?" Chat Noir had called out as he ran on all fours leaping across the rooftops. His ears perked up as he heard more screams and sirens going off. Whatever was happening was worse than any akuma attack.

Ladybug used her yoyo to spin around a lamppost and swing up onto another rooftop. Slipping the cover off her yoyo she checked the news feeds. Her eyes widen in horror as she listened to Nadja Chamack describe the tragedy of the events unfolding.

"Breaking news. Three simultaneous terrorist attacks have just taken place. Reports are coming about three bomb attacks near the State de France and another one on Boulevard Voltaire. Shootings at several cafes have been reported in the tenth and eleventh arrondissement." Nadja paused for a second as she touched her ear listening to incoming news. She paled and shook as the news reached her.

"This just in. A mass shooting at the Bataclan Theater has just taken place. Reports are coming in that the gunmen have taken hostages. The BRI and RAD are hurrying to the scene right now in hopes to prevent the loss of more lives."

The two heroes looked at each other. Silently they came to an agreement as they made their way to the Bataclan Theater. Right now what mattered was saving the hostages.

Flash!

Marinette opened her eyes not wanting to relive the memory of what had happened at the theater. The overwhelming smell of blood and death still haunted her. She had never felt that helpless before or useless. Miraculous Ladybug Cleanse couldn't undo what had happened because it hadn't been an akuma attack.

"I think I'll go to bed early tonight Tikki. Maybe I'll be less on edge after a goodnight sleep." Changing into her pajamas Marinette climbed into bed, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

A few blocks away at Agreste Mansion, Adrien tossed and turned on his bed. Growling as if he was a real cat, he flung off the sheets and walked to the window looking out at the city below. After the attacks, his father had kept him under house arrest for nearly a month before her was allowed to return to school. Although he hated to be confined, at least it showed his father did care for him.

"Adrien you need to get some sleep. How are you supposed to remember to feed me my Camembert if you are too tired in the morning to do it?" Plagg whined. He floated out of the way as Adrien tried to slap him out of the air. Floating down once more he looked at his holder and knew something was wrong. "Okay, what's bothering you now?"

"Who says something's bothering me? Maybe I'm just a night person."

"Adrien, I'm a glutton, not a simpleton. You haven't been the same all night after you stopped laughing over your new puns. Instead of snoozing as the cat you are, you keep coming back to the window."

Adrien's shoulders slumped knowing his kwami was right. Earlier he felt as if someone was rummaging through his mind for a split second. Plagg hadn't felt anything, but who knew if the little cat creature was telling the truth. "Do you think Hawkmoth can read minds?"

"Not sure, he can control and speak to akumatized victims. That doesn't mean he can do it to regular citizens. Are you still wondering why he let up the attacks during the state of emergency and now returned in full force?"

The blond model nodded. Everyone had been feeling anger right after the attack and many still did. During the three months of emergency Ladybug and him had been out there every day helping anyway they could. Each of them thought that any moment an akuma would rise, but it didn't happen. Hawkmoth was always terrorizing the city. Did he actually feel something after that attack?

It was too much to think about right now. He needed to get some sleep. He had a lot on his schedule tomorrow and he needed to be ready if another akuma popped up. Returning to bed he snuggled up in a cocoon of sheets with Plagg and fell asleep.