Gotham's Angel, Paris Saviour

(10) 2 Years

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Third pov

"And now to Paris. The city that were nearly destroyed by a supervillain almost two years ago have now have started rebuilding once more."

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Juleka sat down on 'her' chair on the houseboat, a sigh leaving her lips. There was something about your whole city being destroyed that aged you.

"Here." Luka tossed her a drink from the cooler.

"Thanks."

She sips the soda while taking in the parts of the city she could see from where her mom had parked the boat.

The few houses that had stood relatively close had needed to be torn down. The infrastructure too unstable to fix. First they'd removed anything that could be moved, then they'd shut off the streets around while the people that had come from other countries to help tore them down.

Juleka had helped removing stuff while Luka babysat the kids of the parents that had been helping.

"You know I love you, right?" She asked, head turning to her brother.

Luka had sat down in the chair beside her. He smiled and pulled her into a one armed hug. "Of course I know. I love you too."

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It's a surreal feeling to to think back now. Less than three years ago his life consisted of fighting magical villains pretty much every day, now he's helping to rebuild Paris and its people.

The scars from Hawkmoth sit deep in the population.

There's plenty of therapists that have spent months in Paris, Marinette's doing, Luka is sure of that. She had stayed away for the most part. Luka knew she'd planned on going back to help in the city, but she'd had a nervous breakdown on her way to the plane with Dick.

Chloe and Adrien talked her into helping from a distance instead. Besides, it's not like she's the only one that doesn't want to face the city so soon again. Adrien hadn't come back at all.

He wouldn't lie, it was a bitter pill to swallow. He loved Adrien, and he knew Adrien loved him, but Luka couldn't be what Adrien needed, and Adrien was enthralled by his newfound freedom.

"I'm not coming back. I. I can't face... Everything. I'm sorry, I really am."

He understood. He really did, and instead of making Adrien feel guilty, he focused on helping out.

There were buildings to restore, buildings to tear down, traumatized children that needed to think about something else for a minute or two. Luka never ran out of stuff to do.

"Hey Luka!" Marc waved from the other side of the street. His hair was in a bun, filled with dust and his clothes had the same dirty appearance as everyone else's.

"Want something to drink?" Luka held up another soda when Marc was close enough to hear him.

"Yes please."

Juleka looked to be slowly dosing off in the warm afternoon sun, Luka lowered his voice when talking to Marc.
"How's it going?"

Marc downed half the can quickly before answering. "Just fine. We're almost done with the new hospital. They want me and Nathaniel to paint a mural. A sort of thank you to the city's heroes."

Luka nodded. "And what did you answer?"

Marc shrugged. "Haven't answered yet. I don't even know if I want to. It feels weird with all the conspiracy theories."

Fair enough in Lukas eyes.

Talk about Paris heroes over the last few months had been.... varied, to say the least. Some thought that the heroes had been killed and wanted to honor them in different ways.

Others thought that their former heroes were just fine and had decided to go into a well earned retirement.

Then there were the conspiracy theories, and there were several.

There were those that thought that Hawkmoth had created the heroes and that they were really sentimonsters, and that Hawkmoth was still alive and living in another country.

Some thought that the JLA had detained the heroes and were currently interrogating them.

Others thought the whole thing was a mass hallucination and that nothing had ever existed.

Hell, there were those that thought Hawkmoth and Ladybug and Chat and all that was a social experiment.

Luka didn't care much to think about it all. "Do what you feel is right. If you want another opinion, give Marinette a call."

Marc tilted his head to the side, looking like he was contemplating something. "I'll do that." He finished his soda. "Can I borrow the extra bed for the night?"

"Sure."

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The more freedom Adrien got, the Felix could see the shit show that had been his uncle's parenting style

The young man is an amalgamate of stress, super powers, crippling anxiety, insecurities, a frustrating inability to trust anyone not named Marinette past a certain degree and deep rooted mixed feelings over his father.

Felix actually feel sorry for him.

Not that Marinette seemed to be much better off the last time he visited her.

However, watching his cousin from the doorway into the library, Felix has some hope that his cousin can recover.

(Adrien, unaware of his cousin's watching eye, continues to read the fairy tales he had picked out)

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Nino can't help but wonder where he'd be if not for the Gotham trip.
Probably not somewhere good if he's going to be honest with himself.

"Hey Wayzz?"

"Yes?" The tiny turtle kwamii looked up from his little nest on the desk.

"Do you miss it? The way it was before?"

Wayzz tilted his head to the side. "A little. Do you?" He answered honestly.

"Just a little."

Before was easier. The only thing he had to worry about was school, friends and his future music career. He had his family, his friends and little to stress about. The whole world was in his hands.

But reality wasn't that easy. Not when gods live on earth and jewelry allows you to destroy with a simple touch.

To be honest, he was surprised no one had started nagging them to come back, to continue protecting civilians with their lives as collateral.

"It feels kinda heavy, man. Responsibility isn't as easy as the movies make it out to be." He admitted.

Hollywood really didn't get it right at all.

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