Alfred recognized the box immediately. He had been given three similar ones in his youth. Sometimes the army wasn't enough, and warriors were needed. Yes, the chameleon, the spider, the mantis... he remembered them well. This box, however, was different, marked from the High Chest. The runes read, Ring of the Cat.
He knew exactly whose it was. The new presence in the household. Adrien Agreste. Alfred opened it and noticed it was empty. Now, that would not do, not in this house. We're a family, of superheroes.
Alfred headed to his room and pulled a phone out of his pocket. When he was sent to voicemail, he left a short message.
"Fu. The boy is here. Gotham is always in need of heroes."
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Adrien woke up the next morning to a very familiar voice.
"Hey, Hey Kid, I'm BAAAAACK!"