How does Rafe figure out about Chat Noir’s identity?
Raphaël Agreste never told anyone he was afraid of the dark. It was a silly fear, after all, one he was too grown up for—everyone in Paris knew the real monsters lived in the daytime, waiting to catch you when you were sad or angry or scared. Everyone had nightmares about black butterflies. But those came in the day.
Rafe still hated the dark. He tried to tough it out—never asked for a nightlight, never went to find his foster parents at night, never left his bed (even if he had to pee). He could be brave. He would be brave. Like Ladybug. Ladybug, who was always scared and kept fighting anyway.
Even after his adoption, Raphaël Agreste rarely got much in the way of sleep.
Then he woke up in the middle of the night to find himself sobbing in his new father’s arms—a man barely older than him, a man he didn’t quite trust yet. “You were screaming,” Adrien—not Dad, not yet—said, stroking his back. “Nightmares?”
Rafe set his lip. “I’m not scared.”
Adrien smiled. “Really?” he said. “Cause I am.”
“I sleep with a nightlight, did you know that?” Adrien said. “Too many bad memories in the dark.”
“No way,” Rafe said, shaking his head. “You’re too big for that.”
Adrien smiled his crooked smile. “Never too big for a nightlight,” he said. He booped Rafe’s nose, causing him to scrunch up his face in discomfort. “Part of being a grown-up is admitting that sometimes we need to be kids.”
“Ladybug doesn’t need a nightlight,” Rafe grumbled.
Adrien snorted. “Actually,” he said, “she needs several. And a large number of stuffed animals.”
Rafe crossed his arms. “You’re just saying that.”
Adrien reached out, took Rafe’s hand gently in his own. “Raphaël,” he said. “If you ever feel scared, you can come tell me. Okay?”
Adrien stared, then sighed. “Rafe,” he said. “Let me show you something.” He held up his hand. “Plagg? Claws out.”
Rafe’s eyes widened as his new father flashed green, and then, in his place, sat Chat Noir.
“I’m always scared, Rafe,” Chat said, his voice soft. “I’m scared for Ladybug. I’m scared for you.” He reached out and clasped his son’s forearm. “But no matter what happens, I will always be there to protect you from the monsters.”