You walk into Notre Dame. I am sitting in a big window in Notre Dame. I jump down and land heroically. I fling my short and fluffy beautiful blonde hair from my face

“Oh, you must be the partner I’ve heard about, I’m Cat Noir.”

I give a little bow and then cross my arms

“I am the new hero in town, here to save the world,” I say dramatically “What are you supposed to be, a watermelon?”

I ask in a little bit of a competitive manner.