The Disastrous Cat Noir

Chapter 2

"Now are you sure that is all you remember?" The policeman asked, pen still stroking across his notepad. "Nothing more at all?"

"I'm sure." Adrien answered for what seemed like the eighth time. Any other man would feel pretty irritated to the point where he would want to throw his chair across the interrogation room at the officer. Extreme, but Adrien could see it happening. Of course, he'd never do something like that, he was just pointing it out in his mind.

The interrogation room was nothing like it was on the television. There were no two-way mirrors hiding an observation deck full of trained detectives watching his every move and looking at whatever possible clues Adrien subconsciously gave out. No, there's only a camera doing that. Also, the walls were sound-proofed.

They took him in as a suspect, with hands cuffed and everything. As far as they were concerned, Adrien had the same likelihood of being the aggressor as he was being the victim acting in self-defense. Which was absurd if they bothered to analyze the scene with their critical thinking. But somehow, they've applied the logic that because Adrien's the one left standing instead of the three assailants, it means the only way Adrien could've pulled that off was if he took on two by surprise and beat the last one down.

What!? Where in the world did they get that from? Paris's police really need to re-evaluate who it is that they hire and the intellectual capacity of who it is they want patrolling the streets to keep Parisians safe.

Luckily, smarter people took over and rightfully concluded that it was self-defense, in thanks to Marinette's testimony. Now they're taking down his statements and releasing him from custody as soon as they are done.

Which should be about now.

"Well, if anything else comes to mind, here's my number." The officer handed him his card. Quick glance at his name was all Adrien did; the only thing that stood out was the surname Raincomprix before he stuffed it into his back pocket. "Thank you for your time."

"You're welcome." Adrien faked a smile. Wasn't convincing and he didn't care. His body just wanted to go home, take a shower, go to sleep, and forget all this. Sleep was the best way to cure bruises and bad experiences.

"Alright. Let me just call your parents to pick—"

"NO!" Adrien jumped at the officer, startling him. He almost drew his weapon before he remembered that it was a kid. If his father finds out that Adrien was taken to the police station on the one day he was allowed to take an unscheduled and unaccompanied vacation, it was going to confirm his fears that Adrien would always be in danger in the outside world. He must never find out. "I mean, I'll walk home."

"You were just attacked."

"Lightning can't strike twice!"

"Actually, it does. In fact, it's more likely that lightning would strike the same spot."

"You know what I mean, Officer."

"Do you at least want a ride back home?" Officer Raincomprix politely asked. "I'm sure you're tired from all the questioning."

"No." Adrien shot that down really quick. Pulling up to his house in a police vehicle was bound to stir up questions from his father. Well, first Natalie, who then would tell his father up in his work room. It'd be best for both of them to go their own separate ways and hope to never meet each other again. "Just give me a few moments to myself and then I'll leave. I need to silently process what happened tonight to myself."

"Alright, have a good night then." Officer Raincomprix escorted himself out of the interrogation room. The camera that was watching turned off its red light, though it doesn't necessarily mean it stopped recording. So, he turned his chair away from the camera and pulled out his phone. It will be his mirror.