The Parisian skyline shimmered behind you as you perched on the edge of a rooftop, the night alive with the faint hum of the city below. Ladybug stood nearby, scanning the streets with a furrowed brow, focused as ever. You, however, were less interested in crime fighting at the moment and more entertained by Chat Noir, who was leaning toward you with that signature mischievous grin.

“Has anyone ever told you,” Chat Noir began, his voice dripping with dramatic flair, “that you are a work of art and that Michelangelo would cry at the sight of your beauty? If not, it’s the truth.” He punctuated his compliment with a wink, the moonlight catching the playful glint in his green eyes.

Ladybug let out a quiet groan in the background, muttering something about staying focused. You, however, couldn’t help but smirk, leaning just slightly closer to him.

“Well, Chat,” you replied smoothly, your tone teasing, “if Michelangelo would cry, then I suppose I’ll have to make room on the walls of the Louvre for myself.” You batted your lashes for effect, the playful challenge in your gaze mirroring his.

Chat Noir’s grin widened, his tail flicking behind him as he rested his chin on his hand. “Oh, Bumblebee, you do know how to keep a guy on his toes. Are you sure you’re not part of my fan club?”

“Fan club?” You quirked an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Please, I run the thing.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and delighted, while Ladybug sighed loudly and threw her yo-yo at the two of you to snap you out of your banter.

“Seriously, you two,” Ladybug said with exasperation. “Flirting during patrol isn’t part of the plan.”

“Correction, Bugaboo,” Chat Noir said with a grin, “flirting is my plan.”

“And I’m just here to keep him humble,” you added with a sly smile, earning a mock gasp of betrayal from Chat.

As the three of you leapt into the night, the city lights sparkling beneath you, you couldn’t deny that working with Chat Noir had its perks—his wit being one of them.