The Running Bear (Cat Noir x Reader)

Chapter 18: We Use The Power Of Dance To Avoid A Prison Sentence

Cat Noir and I glance at each other again. 

"What's the plan?" Cat Noir asks. 

She looks at us and smirks. "You guys like to dance?"

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Third P.O.V. (I was rereading this scene and realized I needed it to be third POV)

Cat Noir leaps off the building first, cascading slowly down his staff as he tap dances gracefully in the middle of the police officers, his form illuminated by the helicopter's search light. 

Makwa admires him with a puzzled look. She squats on the edge of the building and leans forward to see him more clearly. 

Wow. I didn't know he was so good at dancing.

Cat Noir holds his staff like a cane, grinning. "Something about Paris just makes you wanna dance." 

Order glares at him through the huge screen. "You won't be able to walk when we're through with you. Arrest him!"

"Then does that mean you won't be joining me?" Cat Noir asks playfully as the officers march towards him. 

"No? Well then..." He raises his hand up to the sky. 

There's her signal. Makwa leaps off the building and lands next to Cat Noir. His heart skips a beat when he realizes how beautiful her eyes look in the moonlight. 

"May I have this dance?" he asks as he extends his gloved hand towards her.

She hesitates for a few seconds, staring at his hand. Cat Noir tilts his head in confusion and worry. Is she going to pull away? Will she stay with me? Or will she disappear again?

But she finally rests her hand in his.

"Let's dance," she whispers. 

Cat Noir's eyes light up with joy as his tail excitedly wags back and forth. He gently pulls Makwa towards him but hesitates. 

Is she going to drop my hand halfway through the dance? Am I a good enough dancer for her?

Noticing his hesitation, Makwa squeezes his hand. "Come on, Kit Kat. We gotta get going. This night won't last forever."

With a euphoric fluttering in his stomach, he wraps his arm around her waist and she rests her hand on his shoulder. Their hearts, both beating twice as fast, synchronize into one as they stare at each other. 

"I wish it could," he whispers. 

Although they were incredibly inexperienced with dancing, their bodies naturally began a beautiful waltz, as if they'd practiced with no one but each other. Even the police officers were mesmerized with their dance, following their movements closely. 

And I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune".

The two superheroes sway through the crowd of officers, dipping each other downwards to avoid the batons the officers swung at them. Holding each other's wrists, they hustled around each other as their feet knock the guards unconscious. A small smile starts to spread across Makwa's stoic face as the euphoria starts to kick in.