Part 1

He had seen her, and there was blood—so much blood.

Even though her suit was virtually indestructible, he could see the rips—and the blood.

She was pronounced unconscious and rushed to the hospital. Hopefully, the doctors would have the discretion not to release the body. A few days later, she was confirmed dead.

Ladybug was dead.

They don't release her identity.

They give no hint to where she would be buried.

If a funeral happened, he wasn't told, but they have created a memorial in her honor; maybe next year they'll remember her death with candles.

Since there wasn't much news coverage to be made directly about the dead heroine of Paris, the cameras turned on him, reporters flocking him, asking so many questions he could not answer; Chat seldom went out anymore. The akumas are strangely silent.

He wondered if being Chat Noir was worth anything without Ladybug.

It's a month later, and Adrian has decided Chat is also dead.

He was never invited to his lady's funeral, and in some ways he resents that. Of course, it would have been a dead give away to his lady's identity, but she was dead, so… Perhaps her family needed closure. They probably hadn't known, if she was as secretive with them as she was with him.