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Batman had taken the liberty of combing through the most recent videos that had been sent to the Justice League. Others were more promising than some, including the most recent video about the terror that plagued Paris.

Pressing play, a Newsfeed recording explained the situation of how a petite girl was dragged off the Eiffel Tower.

The camera panned to the villain talking to the girl. He wore a black wife beater on over a red jacket with sharp edges on the shoulders, a seductive red skirt with a slit on one side 'completes' the look. The more prominent features consist of a permanent tear streak down their faces.

The newscaster, Nadja Chamack, had stared up at the two. Turning back to update on anything, clearly distracted by the situation playing before her. The girl being held by her neck at the edge of the Tower shakes her head as if she talking to the Villain. He shouts something into the air, lights explode into the sky. The people gathering at the bottom of the Tower bring their attention to him.

Demanding the Miraculous of 'Ladybug' and 'Chat Noir' in exchange for the life of her. Half of the bat fam didn't understand the language and needed the subtitles at the bottom of the screen, but that didn't matter.

Watching to see how the French police would respond. Incompetent Police forces calmly yelled up to the girl, facing the villain that threatens to drop her, that help would be on the way.

Damian pities the girl, she was an innocent victim. The villain seems to get more irritated as his demands were ignored. The girl was lifted off her feet, the hand around her throat seemed to tighten more. The girl panics and starts to scream and kick, clawing at the arm that's lifting her higher.

Soon, the only thing moving was her hair and dress blowing in the wind, and the bluenette dangling from the villain's grasp. The Villan on-screen quickly realized that she passed out. Horrified and panicking, he sets her down on the ground, beginning to shake his shoulders next to her body. Rather or not he's laughing remains to be seen.

Damian looked to the rest of his siblings appear to be sobering up on the situation. Damian looked at the timestamp at the bottom of the screen; it was from 2 weeks ago. "She's dead." A helicopter rounded the corner, just in time to see the presumed dead girl kick the Villains square in the face.

Todd immediately cheers for the girl as she gets up. "Beat his ass!" The girl lungs at him and pins him under her. Using whatever body mass she has on his neck, effectively cutting off his circulation. Bruce glares at him but Todd doesn't back down.

Heaving, she lays on the floor, hearing a noise she jumps into a stance but relaxes once she sees a man in a black spandex suit with, cat ears? Searching through the unconscious man pockets, she finds an object and smashes it on the ground, a tiny black butterfly comes out of it.

Todd couldn't contain his laughter. "Look a Furry." Damian made a face and looked at Jason. "What the hell is that?" Before Todd could answer Drake covered his mouth and looked away from him.

The furry catches the butterfly and leaps away. The police are up in the tower in record time, the girl is slowly escorted down. The Newscaster, Nadja, misses her cue and ignores the confused cameraman and takes it out, looking for the girl that was facing death.

A small child makes her way to the woman's legs and clings to them as she sobs. They both spot the blue-headed victim and rush to her side. "Marinette." At the sound of her name, the girl in question looks up. "Manon, Mdm. Nadja." She says quietly, the camera can barely pick up on it.

"I'm okay." She says it to reassure them and they couldn't hold it any longer. 'Manon' is crying in Marinette's arms. Soothing her by combing through their hair and whispering small forgivings for worrying them.

Marinette gives a small smile and assures the news castor and her daughter, that she's okay for an interview. Although Marinette's voice is very hoarse she continues to talk until her classmates pull her away into a group hug.

Crying of joy everyone else had gathered around Marinette, she couldn't muster anything but exhaustion. Marinette goes to the man that was holding her life in her hands just moments ago and hugs him. Audible gasp is heard, both from on goers and the bat fam doesn't understand why she would care for him, but they keep recording.

Whispers of 'thanks for not hurting her further' and 'for being strong for so long. Marinette got up making her way in a direction, tried to grab something to her right and fell. Before she hit the ground someone with blond hair caught her, his tears landing on her face.

Bruce pauses the video. "We need to keep an eye on the situation." Looking to Tim already is background checking Marinette. Nightwing, former leader of the Teen Titans, steps forward.

"I already have contacts that may be able to help the situation." Grayson signaled and a photo of Kori and the rest of the Teen Titans to appear on-screen.

Shaking his head, Bruce reaches for his phone. "I think it would be best if I go with someone instead." Pulling up his contacts he lands on 'Diana'. "And I happen to know just the person for the job." Damian silently followed.

Heading up to the Manor, Bruce hits the call button and makes his way to the kitchen. Alfred stood in Damian's way, silently shaking his head. Handing him a water bottle and granola bar, Damian made his way back down to the Batcave. Just in time to see Tim put up another video.

Recognizing, the girl from before he pressed play. The thumbnail is a photo of Marinette, bandages on her neck and arms, leaning on Alya for support.

Pressing the spacebar the video begins in hushed French, for a moment Marinette sways and Alya holds her steady. Reassuring her that this was the least she should be able to do.

Alya only wore a gray undershirt, while Marinette had on a spaghetti string, with white and pale pink flowers along the hem of the shirt at the top, her hair in a loose tight bun.

Speaking in almost perfect English with a moderate accent she started to explain who they were and who's 'Ladybug' and 'Chat Noir'.

Often referring to the Ladyblog for when the attacks started to happen and for other information that Marinette couldn't remember or provide.  Damian turned to Grayson as Tim searched for everything regarding the attacks in Paris.

Beginning to explain what the Ladyblog was for, Marinette started to cough. She quickly turned away from both the camera and Alya. Shakily asking for tissue from Alya, Marinette is looking down at her hands as Alya leaves the room by a trap door leading downward.

The bandaged hands on her face and hands a reminder to her and the Heros that she almost fought for her life that day. "I will not take much of your time." She promises with conviction in her voice.

"We need help, this has been going on for 3 years." Looking at her hands, almost whispering. "But never, this bad; our heroes are struggling." Alya is back, her steps getting louder in the background.

"Paris has been under the tyranny of two supervillains named The Monarch (Hawkmoth). For the first three years and a half, he was alone. Then his partner in crime, Mayura, joined him." Marinette's voice gets raspier the more she catches them up about the situation. The weight of this is carrying off on her but so is something else, the gravity of this isn't from some run-in with a supervillain. It's fear, but not for herself.

Her phone vibrates before an unfamiliar song of Jagged Stones plays through its speakers. Looking down her eyes sag before turning to the screen. "I'm sorry to cut this short but I'll have another chance to explain more in detail."

Reaching over, she pressed a key on her keyboard, promptly ending the video. Pulling out his phone for his right utility belt pouch. Tim pulls the up Ladybug and the Ladyblog.

Finding, for the most part, a true reenactment of the events Marinette described. Pictures of both a boy in leather and a girl in bright red and black poky-dots fighting many superpowered humans. Recordings lasting either seconds or minutes of different points view of each fight.