There was something truly thrilling about swinging over busy streets and leaping across rooftops. He had made a game of it. What’s the riskiest jump he can make? How fast can he go without slipping on the various shingles below his feet? Thanks to his tail and feline grace, he had grown quite skilled at his little game. It certainly made patrols all that more enjoyable when Ladybug wasn’t around to join him.
This was what he was doing now, hopping from roof to roof and scaling higher and higher up various buildings, simply enjoying the wind in his face and the adrenaline running through his veins. He would have never been able to do something like this as simple model Adrien. Instead he’d be locked up in his father’s overwhelmingly large ~~and lonely~~ mansion with nothing to do and no fun to be had.
But here, out in the city of Robotropolis, he felt alive. He knew he wouldn’t fall. And even if he did, he had his staff to catch him. It helped that he always found himself landing on his feet.
He closed his eyes for a moment as he continued onward, leaping from skyscraper to skyscraper with practiced ease by memory alone. Until suddenly he came into contact with something that was certainly not there the day before. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, his eyes flew open just as he slammed into someone else. He landed with a painful thud on the roof, finding himself on top of a girl. How did she get here? How did she climb the skyscraper? He stared at her in shock as he suddenly realized the presence of her robotic limbs.
“You’ve been akumatized.”
That could be the only explanation. Without hesitation, he leapt up to his feet, unsheathing his staff and holding it out defensively. “Stay where you are.” He ordered, eyeing her for whatever object may be holding the akuma.
Rebecca flinched when she got slammed into, absently rubbing at her left shoulder with a small wince. The only reason she hadn’t fallen over was because her balance on her roboticized feet was so good.
At the next words, she sighed, her left hand dropping the opening of the bag. She held up both hands in surrender. Whoever this was had her dead to rights and, if they were smart, probably had a blaster trained on her back ready to blow off her head if she made any sudden moves.
“So Robotnik’s got new tax-collectin’ minions, huh?”
She did, in fact stay where she was though. The lack of natural muscle from the middle of her thighs down meant she could actually stay squatting forever, but it didn’t mean she wanted to.
“C'n I at least stand up t’see whatever you’re gonna use t’blast my head off or what? Cause I know you’re not gonna toss me ‘n th’ Roboticizer, it’ll explode y’know.”
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