Chat Noir let out a deep breath, tapping a claw against the rooftop. The wind was harsh tonight, whipping his hair this way and that, before he finally got sick of it and tied it back with a small hair tie that he had found on the ground earlier.

It had been 3 hours since Ladybug had sent him the heads up for a night patrol, and he'd grumbled over it before finally heading out after calling Ladybug to complain again. He hated night patrols, since there was never anything happening at night, and just sitting around for hours was too boring for him.

Though, some movement caught his attention in the corner of his eye, and he flicked his masked gaze to an open window, looking into the room to see a boy around his age. He looked around, not seeing any issues, so he hopped on over to the boy’s balcony, not making a single noise as he did so, hiding in the shadows so he wouldn’t be seen.