Chat Noir put up with an awful lot.

His failed flirtations aside, he had absolutely terrible luck when it came to the superheroing business. He always got knocked about, disintegrated, face smacked, captured. Not to mention possessed more times than he could count. Literally because he never remembered when it happened, so how could he possibly keep track.

It was fine though. It was totally fine. He knew that hard knocks came with the job and he was always healed up afterwards so his photographers and guardians were never the wiser. It was all for the greater good. All to save Paris and support his Lady.

This though. This really took the cake.

"I am... The Big Cheese!" the villainous voice boomed over the streets of Paris, as the jaundiced and gooey victim lorded it over the innocents. Screams erupted from the panicked citizens below as they were pelted with wheels of pecorino, gassed with wafts of limburger, and eaten up by an ever growing cheese ball that had already devoured half of the Tour Eiffel.

Chat Noir took one look at the villain and the surrounding chaos and made a decision.

"I'm out."

Beside him, Ladybug balked, faltering mid-step as she was about to launch herself at the villain. "Wait, you're what?"

Chat was already hightailing it from the rooftops. "Good luck!"

"Chat? CHAT! GET BACK HERE!"