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...I haven't gotten that far yet.
And excuse you, his suit is not like yours thank you very much.]
I am a vigilante and protecting people is what I do.
[Dick agilely flips out the way of the attack, he almost wishes he could just sit back and watch her fight because she seems pretty impressive, but it would be bad manners to introduce oneself and then not lend a helping hand.
Her explanation doesn't make a lot of sense to him, he has no idea what an akuma is, but 'look for the weird thing' is a straightforward enough instruction, and he can be pretty observant - he is trained by Batman after all - so he nods his understanding] Roger that.
[Flipping his way to the top of a nearby building , he casts a glance over the villain to get a better look.]
Convinced, Ladybug darts out of the way, until she's next to Robin again.]
Got any ideas?
[Admittedly, she's curious to hear what he's come up with, considering the akuma are a phenomenon currently tied to Paris alone. She should know--she's checked the internet countless times for clues.]
[He grins over at her before casting his attention back to Sound Machine, frowning slightly in thought]
Not that I know exactly what I'm looking for [he can admit that, she's definitely got the edge here and he's ok with letting her know he knows it, but he's not Batman's protege for nothing, so he's at least going to make a guess] but there's something odd about his guitar, I just don't know if it's odd enough to be what you're looking for.
I'll make a grab for it. Think you can distract him for me? [Before she leaps away, Ladybug pauses.] Oh, and try not to injure the guy too badly. [She isn't sure how much he knows about akuma and how they work, so she figures a quick explanation's in order.] He's just a victim being controlled by somebody else. Got it?
Let's take down my dad.
[That raises his eyebrow, and he has to admit he's more than a little intrigued - she speaks with experience, like this is the kind of thing that happens a lot, and he can't help but wonder if the majority of her villains are being controlled, and if that 'somebody else' was always the same person, but that's a conversation for after the fight, so he doesn't question it now, just nods his confirmation]
Non-lethal, injury to a minimum, got it. [it's not an impossible task, he's used to dealing some damage but he can easily hold back.]
[He flips down in front of the guy, dropping a smoke bomb beneath him and landing in the cloud. From within the smokey depths comes an almost sinister giggle, attracting the villain's attention]
Hey music man, bet you can't hit me...
What a hairy situation.
[Literally. Chat Noir's had many things thrown his way, but a furry mustache? This takes the cake. That doesn't stop the blond handlebar stache from growing.
He takes the brief break from battle to turn on his comm.]
Please don't have one. [First thing he says while looking over to where Super-Mustache's position is. Turns out Chloe's butler got tired of her fun and games once she got back to normal.]
the bloom of excitement shifts to concern when he finally lands at her side, his ears perking up curiously when their routine doesn't continue as it should. this is where she comments on his tardy entrance, or enlightens him on the situation; this is where he's supposed to make some kind of joke, but it dies in his throat to make way for concern when he sees her face.
he's observant. and he knows ladybug too well (while simultaneously not really knowing her at all) to not sense that something is wrong. ]
My Lady?
[ tentatively, a hand outstretches to touch her shoulder. ]
Chat... We--we need to come up with a plan. [Ladybug stumbles over her words slightly. What is she doing? Falling apart like this isn't going to help her mom in any way, and she needs to pull herself together.. Her jaw clenches stubbornly.]
The akuma's in the flower, the one in her hair.
He hasn't caught me yet. Can't say the same for you, though, kitty.
Robin, though--Ladybug knows she'll have to adjust her movements slightly. With Chat Noir, she knows him well enough to guess his plan of attack. It definitely isn't so with Robin.
As Robin distracts the villain, Ladybug edges closer and stays hidden, waiting for an opportunity.]
Wͬe̚'̄̓̈́͂͌ll̃̂̿ ̈́̾́s̃̈͂eͧe ͯ̈́aͤbͥ͆̏̒̈o͐͋ū͒͂ͬ̔t͆̋ͣͧͫ̈ ̿̍t̓̈́͋ͭḣ͒̀ä́̑̓t̽ͦ̔ͩ͛ͥ! [Sound Machine cries out with confidence, strumming his guitar again and again, hoping to catch Robin in one of the resulting blasts.]
[The sound waves dissipate the smoke a little, but not enough that Robin can be seen yet, and given his smug little giggle, he hasn't been hit yet. From within the cloud, two birdarangs come flying out, slicing neatly through the straps on his guitar. He hopes that'll make it a little easier for her to get it off him.
He rolls forward, appearing from the smoke and leaping to his feet, apparently running directly towards the villain - until he veers off at the last minute and loops around him, keeping him from looking anywhere but where Ladybug is]
Guess the encore's over! [Without hesitation, Ladybug smashes the guitar against the ground, making Sound Machine wail once he catches on. He stops chasing Robin, falling to his knees dramatically.
In no time at all, the dark butterfly is purified and released, and the damage from the attack fixed by her miraculous. Ladybug pads over to Robin as the akuma's victim sits up in confusion.]
Nice job getting the guitar straps. That made everything way easier.
Glad to be of help [he's sort of on auto-pilot, giving her a grin and a little bow, ever the showman, but he's mentally cataloguing everything that happened for future consideration. What he wouldn't give to be able to clean up a mess, post-fight, the way she did, it was like she turned back time practically.]
...So... I take it this kind of thing happens a lot? [he waves vaguely at the victim, since there wasn't any other evidence of the battle left for him to indicate. He meant the whole thing, the 'akuma' - whatever that was - and the butterfly, the possession, she seemed pretty practiced with all of it]
( he'd already gotten his own struggles out of the way by making sure marinette and her family weren't in their house or— affected; he'd just assumed they'd already evacuated. )
the question is clear in his eyes, as his hand lingers. ]
Is she ...
[ someone you know, he starts, but no. he shouldn't ask that. ]
... I can get it. [ he offers, slowly. to give her time to settle her feelings, or so she doesn't have to fight this person she seems close to—
—his gaze slips to the akuma victim. there's something oddly familiar about china doll that doesn't hit him just yet. ]
Assured that she doesn't have to make a hasty exit, Ladybug gives Robin an assessing look.]
If you're asking, that means you haven't seen this before. I figured you were here to investigate the attacks.
I'm fine, chaton. [It's a lie.] We're going to fix this together like we always do.
[She stands up, already swinging her yoyo and preparing to jump.] Come on. Let's catch up with her. [No matter how many times she reminds herself that she's faced people she cares about before, she just can't manage to summon up her usual playfulness. This time, the akuma's hit a little too close to home.]
Be careful of his stache, it can absorb objects and he's after my miraculous. He can actually punch you with it. [He rubs his cheek.] Hard. We're downtown near the residential district. I'll see you there, buginette.
[Even with his follicle frustrations he manages a wink for her before closing his comm and pouncing back into action.]
idly, he wonders what she's thinking—this is probably odd for her. weird. beyond understanding, and he gets that. muted adrien agreste is about as far from chat noir as it gets; that's exactly what he aims for. ]
... That means a lot. [ genuinely. at her question a hand goes up to the back of his head, touching the injury there tentatively (with a small wince). ] It's just— my head, I think.
[ both physically and mentally. magic suits and all meant injuries anywhere else were pretty hard to get, so at least he doesn't have bruises to go with this headache. ]
Don't push yourself. [ is what he tells her carefully before they leap, and his next words come shyer. ] I mean— I'm here.
[ he pauses on that, feeling that maybe he's said too much. was that too bold? it's an honest statement, just an honest statement, as his hand fetches the baton at his back, expanding it to prepare.
and then he moves. ]
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