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The city of Paris was a masterpiece at night. Golden lights flickered across its skyline, weaving a pattern of glowing streets and shadowed alleys. From the rooftops, the city hummed with life, soft laughter from distant cafés, the occasional honk of a car, and the murmur of late-night pedestrians. The Eiffel Tower stood as its crown jewel, casting its warm glow over everything beneath it.
Jessica Snow as her superhero persona, White Panther, perched at the edge of a rooftop, her white clad feet balanced on the railing. The cool breeze rustled through her long black hair, tugging strands loose from her braid. The bottom of the braid reaching the lower cylinders of the railing, the design acting as the tail of her Panther themed hero persona. Her emerald-green eyes gleamed beneath her white mask as she scanned the streets below, the green of her iris widened to reach over her entire eye, making them look more cat-like then normal.
Another peaceful night, or so it seemed.
A flicker of movement from the corner of her eye made her tense. Instinct kicked in, her body preparing for an attack. But instead of an enemy, a familiar black figure landed beside her with effortless grace.
"Evening, Kitty Cat," Chat Noir purred, he twirled his tail playfully as he straightened. His signature mischievous smirk was firmly in place.
White Panther exhaled, rolling her eyes. "Do you always have to sneak up on people?"
Chat Noir’s green eyes twinkled in the dim light, his eyes while in his hero persona appeared similar to White Panther’s apart from the different shades of green. "Where’s the fun in being predictable?" He sat down on the railing and rested his elbow on his knee, propping his chin in his gloved hand. "Patrolling the rooftops all alone tonight? Must be a dull shift."
White Panther tilted her head toward him, studying the familiar playfulness in his expression. Chat Noir was always teasing, always wearing that carefree mask. But White Panther had learned over time that sometimes it was just that, a mask.
"You’re one to talk," she shot back. "Shouldn’t you be off chasing Ladybug?"
His smirk faltered for just a second. It was barely noticeable, but White Panther caught it.
"She’s…busy," he muttered, kicking his legs out in front of him.
White Panther didn’t press further. Whatever was going on between Chat Noir and Ladybug wasn’t her business, and she had no intention of getting involved in their tangled mess. Instead, she shifted her gaze toward the Eiffel Tower, letting silence settle between them.
After a moment, Chat Noir sighed dramatically. "You know, Panther, you’re far too serious all the time. Ever thought about, I don’t know, loosening up a little?"
White Panther scoffed and sat down next to Chat Noir. "Someone has to be the responsible one, Chat. And we both know that sure as hell isn’t you."
Chat Noir gasped, placing a hand over his chest like she had wounded him. "That hurts, Kitten. Truly, right here." He tapped at his heart.
White Panther smirked, shaking her head. "You’ll live."
For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, both watching the city twinkle beneath them. White Panther knew better than to say it out loud, but moments like this, where the world felt quiet, where she didn’t feel so alone, meant something to her.
She stole a glance at Chat Noir, his face unusually relaxed as he gazed at the Eiffel Tower. He didn’t always wear that joking, flirty mask. Sometimes, like now, she caught glimpses of something else, something quieter.
"You ever get tired of it?" she asked suddenly.
Chat Noir blinked, turning to look at her. "Tired of what?"
White Panther gestured toward the city. "All of it. The fights, the masks, the secrets. Just…pretending all the time."
For a moment, Chat Noir didn’t answer. Then, in a rare moment of honesty, he murmured, "Yeah, sometimes."
White Panther nodded, understanding more than she cared to admit.
Then, as if realizing he had been too vulnerable, Chat Noir’s signature grin returned. "But hey, at least I have you to keep me on my toes, right?"
White Panther rolled her eyes, but she didn’t deny it.
Unbeknownst to them, the fragile balance of their world was about to shatter. And neither of them was prepared for what was coming.
White Panther swung open her window and climbed inside, landing soundlessly on the wooden floor. “Fangs in” she said, a white light surrounding her, her white suit and long braid replaced with a waist length pony tail and purple blouse with jeans. Her small apartment was quiet, a simple Lounge Room and Dining/Kitchenette with a small set of stairs leading up to a quaint bedroom with an attached ensuite.
Jessica sighed and flicked on her bedside lamp, movement came from the other side of her bed as a tiny white creature floated over and perched on her pillow.
Kitt, her Kwami, blinked up at her, her hazel eyes sharp even in the darkness. "You were out late."
Jessica collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh. "Yeah."
Kitt floated closer, tilting her tiny head. "You saw him again."
Jessica didn’t answer, knowing that Kitt could basically see and hear everything she could while they were White Panther. Instead, she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts lingering on a certain blond-haired, green-eyed stray.
Kitt huffed. "You’re getting attached, Little Hunter."
Jessica closed her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe." But deep down, she knew that meant trouble.