Amira looked at the white board inside her walk-in closet, reviewing the new information she got last night. During last night's patrol, Amira took a break halfway through, using the time to ask Tikki more questions regarding the miraculous.

They were earrings, which thankfully, can shift in design but can't change its original form: earrings.

So here was Amira, sporting all black studs. Simple and hidden in plain sight. Amira also found out that the appearance of the earrings can always be changed as Tikki doesn't have to use too much energy to do so. Therefore, Amira has been planning on changing its appearance after every akuma attack, an easy tactic to see exactly how much Hawkmoth himself knows about the Ladybug miraculous.

Next up, her yo-yo. Turns out that it's more than just that. While it works as a tracker and phone, it only works when Amira is transformed. No yo-yo, no way to communicate with Chat. Because of this, Amira decided to get him a burner phone to make sure the two can communicate outside the suit. Will also help in case they have to communicate during an energy break while there is an akuma.

Her costume. Thankfully, Tikki had told her that it morphs into whichever design the holder has in their head. With more concentration on the design, the more the costume will have what the holder would want. After patrol, Amira made it her mission to get the utility belt in her design and after plenty of trial and errors, Amira got it.

Now she had smoke pellets, a taser, a small utility knife and a first aid kit at her disposal. Of course, the belt came with a price - her dagger.

Brushing out her hair, Amira looked at her reflection. She always hated having long hair. While Dick always told her that he liked her hair when it was long (because he liked braiding it for her), Amira never took a shine to having long hair.

It was a hassle to brush out, to clean. During track (even though she was only on the team for two years), Amira hated seeing other girls have their lucky amulets in their hair. A special pin or hair tie from their fathers and sometimes from their-

"-to Marinette!" Tikki yelled, snapping Amira from her trip down memory hell.

"Tikki, I live across the school. I won't be late." Marinette stated, continuing to stare at her reflection.

"I know that, but your phone has been buzzing nonstop!" Tikki said, showing her the multiple texts she was receiving.

Marinette took it, smiling when she saw they were from Wally and Dick, telling her to have a better day at school than yesterday's disaster. "Are they from your friends?"

"You can say that." Marinette said, tucking her phone into her pocket, looking at her reflection once again. "Tikki. Can you grab my fabric scissors on the table near my monitors?"

-

"It suits you." Alya randomly told Marinette after the end of their first class. "Your hair, I mean. Don't think I didn't notice it." Marinette simply blinked, wondering why people always said a compliment before bringing up their actual motives. "Name's Alya-"

"-Cesaire. I know. Now if you excuse me, I have a class to get to." Marinette filled in, getting up to leave, only for Alya to grab her wrist. "Let go."

"Sorry!" Alya apologized, letting go of Marinette. "I just...I just wanted to tell you that you were a bit too harsh on Mlle Bustier yesterday. You should apologize." Alya didn't expect a scoff from Marinette.

"I'm not going to apologize for standing up for what I know is right."

"Mlle Bustier-"

"-should've done her job correctly instead of enabling, especially now that Hawkmoth is a threat. But even with Hawkmoth out of the picture, Ms.Bustier shouldn't have just assumed it was Ivan who instigated the argument. There's always two sides of a story and we should always make it our job to figure out who is right. Sometimes, we even figure out why things happened the way they did. Sometimes, we find out we are wrong and when that happens, we have to accept it. If not, how else will we grow?"

With those words, Marinette gave Alya a little bow before going to her next class. Hopefully Marinette can find M. D'Argencourt during her break to try and convince him to let her join the fencing club...again.

-

"Well, that went easier than I thought." Marinette told herself, walking down the school steps. M. D'Argencour had happily accepted her into the team, proceeding to tell her the team's schedule.

While it took a while to hunt the coach down, Marinette was about to find him towards the end of the day.

"Why exactly do you want to know fencing?" Tikki asked her from the pocket inside her sweater.

"I just found it...interesting." Marinette lied, knowing she couldn't tell Tikki that her father never let her take up the hobby.

While Bruce had allowed Jason to learn how to use a sword, Jason quickly dropped it. Dick was also taught how to use a sword, but he complained how annoying it would be to carry it around, hence the reason why he carries escrima sticks.

While fencing wasn't the same, fencing will help her gain more skills she can use during her fights. You never know after all.

After greeting Tom and Sabine and squishing Bridgette's cheeks, Marinette made her way to her room, only to find him in there...again.

"If it's about the Miraculous, I'm still not giving it to you." Amira said, throwing her school bag to the floor. She whispered the renouncing spell before reaching into her jewelry box, where countless dupes rested. Oh how she wanted to cackle when she saw her father look at her with wide eyes.

"Amira, hand them over." Bruce ordered, stretching out his hand in hopes of Amira doing the correct thing.

"Why won't you trust me?" Amira gritted, balling her fists. "Why don't you trust me to do the right thing?"

"I do trust you." Bruce said, taking a step forward. "That's why I expect you-"

"I can't just hand earrings over! The people need me! They need Ladybird to-"

"You don't need to be running around Paris playing hero, Amira. Let Diana-"

"Must I remind you that I was given the earrings? It's me who they want! Me! And no! I'm not playing hero! Hell, I'm not even a hero! I'm a vigilante! I'm doing what's right by being Ladybird, by protecting the people the only way I can." Amira reasoned, looking at her father. "And trust? Doesn't that go both ways?" Amira set out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in. "After all, when were you going to tell me about Batgirl? About...the new Robin?"

How Amira wanted to scream when Bruce remained silent.

"How did you find out?" Amira scoffed.

"Find out? The whole internet was talking about it! My class was talking about just earlier today!"

It happened during break. Just as Marinette was leaving the class, she bumped into the second surprise of the day in the form of teen model Adrien Agreste.

Adrien apologized for the accident when Chloe pulled him into the class and began to 'teach' him what it meant to be part of a school. The only reason Marinette even remained in class at that point was because she heard Adrien talk about this being his first time in a school...meaning that up until now, he had been homeschooled all his life.

Kinda how like she was up until she was around seven to eight years old. But to be homeschooled until 13? How lonely he must have been. Especially when she heard he was the only child at home.

You're really ungrateful.

Marinette stiffened, feeling her heart pick up in pace upon remembering Jason's words. She already knew that...she knew, but was it wrong of her to want something else? To want to have something different than what she currently had?

As Marinette was fighting off the beginnings of a breakdown, Alya's sudden burst almost triggered it.

"Since when did Batman get a new sidekick aside from Robin?! And a girl at that?" Alya yelled, rising from her seat.

Marinette didn't need to hear any more, running out of the classroom and locking herself into one of the girl's bathroom stalls. While she hated having breakdowns, Amira was glad to have had one, as it helped her gained more insight on how Hawkmoth's powers worked.

He can't control you if you're in the middle of an emotional breakdown and can't register his words. In other words, he can't control you if you're already out of control.

Guess it's good to know that if Joker were to ever come to Paris, Hawkmoth wouldn't be able to take over him.

Amira looked at her father, awaiting for his response. "Under different circumstances, I would have forgiven you for replacing Jason with another guy. But it hasn't been a year since he died and you've already replaced him.

You know how Jason felt, you know he lived with the fear of doing a single thing that would give you a reason to kick him out of the manor. And while you always assured him you would never do that, here you are, doing just that." Amira watched as her vision went blurry, wiping them away as she collected herself again.

"I wasn't replacing-"

"You were. You are. And not only have you replaced Jason, but it seems you've also replaced me." Amira looked at herself. "Batgirl? Really? You know that was the name I wanted to use if you ever let me fight crime alongside you. Of course, that never happened."

"Amira."

"At this point, I don't care what you do." Amira gripped all the turmoil inside her. "Right now. I just want you to leave."

"Amira."

"Leave! I don't want to see your face Bruce!" Amira yelled, shocking herself at her outburst.

Bruce? Why did it feel so wrong, yet so right? She tried it again. "I don't want you anywhere near me Bruce, so leave! Just leave!"

And he did.

As she watched Bruce leave her room with a heavy heart, she slumped to the floor, standing back up when she felt something approach her. "Tikki!" Tikki appeared before her. "Spots on!" A second later, an akuma appeared before her, Amira quickly capturing it. Before letting it go, Amira quickly searched for a glass jar and a box in her desk.

She let the now purified butterfly go into the jar, surprised to see that it didn't phase through the jar. So it was just a normal butterfly after all. When coated in magic, the magic allowed it to phase through whatever it wanted to to ensure that it made it to its target.

Calling off her transformation, Amira quickly got to work, carefully placing a tracker on the butterfly's wing.

"Are you alright, Marinette?" Tikki asked, looking at her holder with worried eyes.

"I'm alright Tikki. I'm alright."

-

No, she wasn't alright.

The next day at school, Chloe tried to stick gum in her seat as a revenge plan for once again chewing out Mlle Bustier for allowing Chloe to interrupt the classroom with another one of her stupid excuses. Not to mention Chloe using her father's position to get away with said excuse.

It didn't help when Marinette was stuck with Alya trying to ask her about her past in Gotham and Alya claiming to be her friend.

They barely knew each other and this girl was already clinging to her like a newborn chick.

While Marinette tried to avoid her at all costs, Alya always found her, Marinette hating it. Didn't she know about personal space?

Her week got worse when Chat accepted the burner phone but refused to be trained by her. Something about him not needing it.

Thankfully, she was able to vent to Dick and Wally, although more to Wally since Dick was busy with university.

Days went by and even then, Amira knew she was never going to adjust to life in Paris.

It's only been four akumas and this city already thinks they saved the world.

While technically they saved Paris, Ladybird and Chat have yet to fight off a Victim that can become a potential threat to the world. Bubbler and Mr.Pigeon weren't exactly the worst to deal with, but they weren't the easiest to take down either. As for Stormy Weather and Lady Wifi, Ladybird realized that it was Victims like them who posed a threat to France. Victims with intangible powers were a force to be reckoned with after all.

But just because the duo saved Paris four times, it didn't mean their work was done. They had yet to find out who Hawkmoth was.

Oh, did she mention the ridiculous statue they made in her and Chat's honor because of the four Victims they took down so far? Long story short, she didn't go to the ceremony and Chat must've told the artist something stupid because here they were. Fighting a Victim all thanks to Chat and his loud mouth.

"Chat! Stop trying to regain your honor and let me-" Ladybird yelled, only to get pushed back by his bo.

"No! This is my fight!" Chat hissed, attempting to land a hit on his copycat. Copycat grinned as he parried all of Chat's hits, flinging Chat's bo to the side when he saw an opening.

"He's good." Chat said, landing next to Ladybug as he retreated. Ladybird scoffed, gaining an arched brow from her partner.

"He's good? Got some pretty low standards there Chat. Have you ever seen Nightwing in combat? This guy is nothing compared to him." With that, Ladybird charged into the fight, picking up Chat's bo and using it against Copycat.

The two fought, Ladybird noticing Copycat starting to hit her with less force, more sloppily. He was starting to become more aggressive, half of his hits missing.

"Chat! Switch!" Ladybird yelled, knocking Copycat's staff from his hands and throwing Chat his own back to him.

With Chat distracting Copycat, Ladybird waited for the perfect- there!

Chat had launched Copycat into the air, Ladybird using this to wrap him with her yo-yo and slamming him down. Holding him down, Ladybird turned to Chat.

"Where's his akuma?"

"Here!" Chat said, taking out a photo from Copycat's pocket. Ripping it, it released the akuma, Ladybird unwrapping her yo-yo and capturing the akuma. Now purified and having the tracker implanted, Ladybird released the butterfly.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybird watched as everything was returned and fixed. Turning to Chat, she glared at him. "I'll be done here in a few minutes. Meet you at the rendezvous in a few."