A Series of Ridiculous Reveals

Ladybug and Chat Noir scaled the wall below a large and obnoxious butterfly shaped window.

'I can't believe we missed this,' Chat Noir grumbled. 'This guy doesn't do anything by halves.'

Ladybug hummed an agreement before peering in through the lowest pane, cupping her hands around her eyes to block out the daylight. The room beyond was too dark to see clearly. 'All right, Chat Noir, break the window so we can get in.'

Chat Noir raised his right hand. 'Cata - '

Ladybug clapped a hand over his mouth. 'Not with Cataclysm, Dummy. We might need longer than five minutes to beat him, and you may need Cataclysm later. Just use your staff.'

'Oh, right,' Chat Noir replied, sheepishly.

As they stood on the narrow ledge below the window, Chat Noir reached for his baton and extended it to staff length. He gripped one end of it and hefted it straight up over his head. He then brought his arms back, giving himself plenty of room, and swung the staff in an overhand motion and smashed the window. They cringed at the noise, and quickly leapt inside so no one on the street would think they were common vandals and call the police.

Once they got inside, they scanned the room. It was empty, except for a few stray butterflies.

'He's really got a handle on that butterfly thing, doesn't he,' Chat Noir observed.

Ladybug was just about to reply when a panel in the floor slid open. They scurried into a dark corner before Papillon rose through the aperture. He noticed the broken window immediately.

'What do we have here?' he asked, with a chilling smirk. 'A couple of intruders, hiding in the shadows like lowly cockroaches. Perhaps they could compensate me for my broken window with their miraculouses?'

'Ha! You wish, Madame Butterfly,' Chat Noir retorted as he stepped out of the gloom. Ladybug joined him, standing at his side confidently.

Papillon smiled at them condescendingly. 'Just make it easier for yourselves and detransform now,' he suggested.

'I've got a better idea,' Ladybug replied. 'You detransform and surrender.'

'Do you really think it's going to be that easy, Ladybug? That I'll just drop my transformation for you, my one advantage?'

'Well, I was hoping,' she replied with a shrug.

Papillon snorted. 'As if, Ladybug. You will be the one saying "detransform me" before I do.'

Purple sparkles began to flash up Papillon's legs. He gasped and said, 'no, wait. Shit. Nooroo, I didn't mean it. Shit. Stop!'

It was too late; Gabriel Agreste stood before them. Chat Noir gaped, frozen in astonishment. Ladybug, however, lunged forward and snatched his miraculous from his lapel.

'I guess you said it first, after all,' she said, archly.

Gabriel glared at her. 'Shut up, Ladybug.'