Life.

Life is an
interesting place, filled with hardships and adventures. Ups and downs,
turmoils, lefts, rights, roundabouts and loop de loops.

Let’s take,
for example, Monsieur Louis Bernard. A person, who has struggled with dwarfism
his entire life, his height not even reaching a meter. But he has never
considered his disability to have hindered him in any significant way. Yes,
he’s had troubles will reaching top shelves, but that was about it. He has
always been a well-respected member of society. Being one of the top most
accountants in Paris, his services were always needed.

Sure, most
of his clients when meeting him are usually taken aback. Not because of his
stature, no. But his oddly youthful appearance. Even though he was in his late
thirties, Monsier Louis Bernard “suffered” from something, the youth of today
might call, perpetual babyface, having the appearance of a child, barely ten
years of age. But soon enough, people would usually forget all about that, when
the proficient accountant’s sharp it, fierce intelligence and oddly playful
sense of humor would take the spot light.

Of course,
not everything was perfect for Monsier Louis Bernard. Like any other person, he
had his own woes to burden him – from home improvement to unhealthy habits and
work exhaustion, his life was all but easy. And, due to his size, he had
another problem. One that was a bit harder to manage on a wider scale.

Toilets were
usually too large for the Monsieur. Yes, his home was adequately modeled to
have a toilet bowl of the proper size and proportions. So was the one in his
office. But each time he had to go out of his office, which was a lot, that
meant that he had to come prepared. There was a high chance that the
handicapped toilet would not be optimal for his particular disability. So, Monsieur
Louis Bernard had taken up to wearing a diaper. It was demeaning at first, but
with time he stopped paying it any mind.

Now, our
story starts with Monsieur Louis Bernard exiting his office building and just
about to head off to the pub for a few rounds with his mates. It was a Friday,
after all.

He had
locked the door to his office, ran down the stairs and was standing outside.
Autumn was coming in soon, so it had gotten dark quite early and the cold winds
sent chills through his body. He checked his pockets, just to satiate his
nervousness, turned around and with a confident stride, he headed to the pub.

And he
almost immediately stopped.

Now, he
couldn’t be sure, but he could swear, that on top of the buzzing street lamp he
could see the silhouette of someone standing. The contour then shifted, and now
Monsieur Louis Bernard was sure there was someone up there. The accountant took
a few steps back. And then the figure jumped, landing besides him. Monsieur Louis
Bernard wanted to run, but he was fully aware that he wouldn’t get far.

“Well, well,
well. What do we have here?”

The Monsieur
wanted to speak, but couldn’t.

“What’s the
matter little boy? Cat got your tongue?”

The figure,
stepped forward from the shadows, revealing himself to be a young man, dressed
in black, with cat ears on his blonde head.

Great, not
only was he about to get mugged, but he was going to get mugged by a teenager,
who made fun of his dwarfism.

“It’s
alright, little guy. No need to worry. Chat Noir is here!”

Although the
Monsieur was still scared, the way the young man announced himself left him
feeling a bit confused. There was this odd cavalier intonation, bordering on
the heroic even.

“Don’t be
shy, fella. I’m a super hero. It’s a bit dark outside to be all alone. Do you
know where your parents are?”

And now it
made a bit more sense. He was one of those superpowered folk that the
accountant had seen on the news. And he genuinely believed that he was a
child., the Monsieur’s conditions being the burdens that they were.

The
accountant laughed nervously.

“Well…you
see…I…don’t have any parents. I live on my own. I am actually thiry-“

“No
parents?” Chat Noir interrupted him with a gasp. “Poor thing. You are an
orphan.”

“Um…no, I-“

“Did you run
away from the orphanage?”

“Listen to
me”.

“Don’t
worry. I can bring you back”.

Before the
Monsieur could get a word in, Chat Noir had already grabbed him and sprinted
off. Not only was this embarrassing and completely emasculating, but it was
also dizzying, since he had never moved at such high speeds outside of a
vehicle before.

With a few
quick maneuvers, Chat Noir had managed to climb up another lamp post, scale a
building and was presently running along the rooftops.

“Gee, I
guess you are younger than you look” he said as he jumped from building to
building. “I can feel you wearing a diaper still. It’s alright. Some boys need
more time before they can use the potty properly.”

Somehow,
these words managed to reach the accountant in his confused state. This must
had been the worst day in his life.

And as they
travelled above the streets of Paris, the moon slowly peaking out of the
clouds, Monsieur Louis Bernard slowly got accustomed to the new mode of
transportation. And all things considered, it was quite exhilarating.

But not
after long, Chat Noir jumped off a building, sliding down clothe lines,
bouncing off windows sills and managing to land right in front of the
orphanage, which all knocked the accountant back in his previous state of mind.

“We are
here!” Chat Noir boldly declared.

With a powerful
thrust, he kicked the door open and he jumped forward in front of the
receptionist, who stared in bewilderment.

“Good
evening! I have returned someone to you”.

The
receptionist, a young, red-haired girl, peaked under her glasses seeing Monsieur
Louis Bernard placed on her desk. The poor man was barely sitting up straight.

“This is-“

Suddenly, an
explosion echoed outside. The hero quick snapped back, knees bent ready to head
out. But before that he turned his head towards the receptionist and with a sly
smile said.

“Duty
calls.”

And with
that, the young man sprinted out of the building, disappearing in the night.

The
receptionist turned towards the man on her desk.

“Are you
alright, Monsieur Louis Bernard?”

“Dandy” he
answered, holding his head.

“Will you be
needing a taxi?”

“Yes,
please. Thank you, Laura. And a glass of water if you may.”

“Coming
right up” she said and she got up, walking to the water fountain.

“I’ll be
sure to have documents ready by the end of the week” Monsieur Louis Bernard said
and took a sip of his water.