#OCTAGONAL STREET LIGHT POLES

[fabiron]

Why a trusted Octagonal Pole Manufacturer for Projects success is a must

•           Octagonal Poles: concept and Uses

Because of their special shape and mobility, Octagonal poles are getting popular in a wide range of applications. With structural stability and wind resistance, Octagonal poles are a great choice for their angular design. In street lighting projects, Octagonal poles are used. Moreover, several light sources, ensure uniform lighting across wider regions their architecture may support. By these poles,  several lights can be supported, helping traffic safety and visibility. Octagonal poles are not only useful but also an addition to parks and public areas. With different shades and finishes, an Octagonal pole can be made. Octagonal pole adoption is a wise investment for both firms and regions. Their blend of reliability, utility, and grace offers them an ideal choice for individuals seeking to enhance outdoor areas while guaranteeing efficient lighting solutions.

•           Working with Trusted Octagonal Pole Supplier benefits

Octagonal poles will greatly improve the durability and viability of your project by connecting with a reputable manufacturer. Quality assurance is one of the main advantages. Enduring, working effectively, and having fewer changes this dedication to quality results in materials.Engaging with a trusted manufacturer gives superb value for money. Further, a trustworthy manufacturer will usually provide reasonable pricing without sacrificing quality, which makes it simpler to stick to a budget while getting excellent results. On strict quality control procedures, Guaranteeing that each pole satisfies industry standards and can survive environmental problems, reliable manufacturers place a high prime concern.

For exceptional value of money, Dealing with a reliable manufacturer is required. While getting excellent results, a reputable manufacturer will frequently offer reasonable pricing without sacrificing quality, which makes it simpler to stick to a budget. To prevent expensive repairs and replacements, Purchasing high-quality products at the outset can save you money over time. In an industry where project intervals are crucial, having a reliable partner gives peace of mind and flawless operations.

 By creating long-term alliance , reputable manufacturers promote supply stability and trust. Through this partnership, better transmission, faster response times, and tailored solutions that meet your unique needs are all made possible.

In a nutshell,  Investment in lasting partnerships, quality, durability, and financial savings will pay off for your projects in the future by selecting a reputable manufacturer of octagonal poles.

•           Factors to consider when choosing an Octagonal Pole Manufacturer

Manufacturing standards :To ensure that pick the right octagonal pole manufacturer for your project, it's important to consider a number of important factors. Set goals for your considerations based on the manufacturing standards that the manufacturer maintains. For any structural element, companies need to maintain industry standards that ensure lifetime and quality.

Certifications :Look over their certifications next. From reputable organizations, the manufacturer's dedication to quality and adherence to safety rules is demonstrated by certifications.This may have a major effect on how dependable the poles you buy are.

Production capacity : This is another important consideration. While upholding quality assurance standards,  production capabilities enable a producer to effectively fulfill bulk orders. If you are working on big projects that need to be completed on time, this is especially essential.

Customer reviews : Working with the manufacturer don't ignore customer reviews as they offer previous customers' experiences. Positive reviews are frequently indicative of a reliable partner that puts the needs of the client.

Industry experience : Lastly,check the manufacturer's industry experience so that you can choose an octagonal pole manufacturer with trust that meets your objectives and guarantees the project's success.

Evaluate Modern Designs and Custom Options

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[labselkie]

spider-man interlude

one day before the next chapter, a familiar little lady gets a visit

this is really short. and sorta just an extra!! but yknow; it was either this or i struggle w the agatha fic which i will not touch until September

The Brooklyn streets were quiet that evening, almost uncomfortably so. Lucielle didn’t mind, if anything, she reveled in it. Mutants still weren’t the most well received anyways. The sun’s passing rays just barely cut through the spring breeze, illuminating her way like magic.

She lived two blocks past Fisk Tower, and had to pass the building every morning to reach her bus stop for work. And every day, ever since a few weeks ago, she dreamed to meet a certain someone inside.

Sharp nails tapped against the strap of her messenger bag, her other hand near her head to keep fixing her bangs from the wind. This bus stop was never that busy in the first place, so as she stepped away, she zoned out staring at the sidewalk and listening to the slow drones of passing cars.

Beep. Beep.

A sharp mechanical peep cut through her peace, and her head swung around to try and find it.

Beep. Beep. Thwhip!

A braided strand of webs from behind lands just at Lucielle’s feet, causing her to jump in surprise and her back to hit the bus stop’s sign. Her eyes shot down, then back up as she spun on her toes. Spider-Man perched atop the nearest streetlight, red suit standing out against the dim sky behind him. He looked down at her, and even before he could say anything, Lucielle could’ve sworn the small, smoke-detector esque device in one of his hands was familiar.

“Spider-Man?!” The mutant exclaimed.

“You!” He added, holding back a laugh as he addressed her like an old friend. “Have I seen you around before?”

The hero kicked his feet a bit, his voice light yet still sharply masculine, he must’ve been around Lucielle’s age. As her brows furrow and she opens her mouth to reply, he waves his free hand dismissively.

“Nah, just kidding- Never seen you, but I know someone who did.”

Lucielle’s mind was in a bind, and she couldn’t add anything more before he dropped the machine he held. She scrambled to free her hands and catch it, almost squeaking in surprise. Small, white, and octagonal.

“My old friend, Ock,” Spider-Man stood from his perch, putting one foot on the light’s pole before hopping down entirely. Lucielle was too stunned to notice, her hands tight around the small Mutant Observation Device. “Spouted some nonsense about a mutant girl, took me a bit to try and find any mutants. Thankfully, she had a little goober just for that.”

Lucielle felt her fur bristle, her gut wrenching. She was so caught up in the excitement of finally knowing someone, that she neglected to keep in mind that the someone was a supervillain. And tomorrow, they were going out on a date.

“Did she-“ The young woman starts, looking up to the Spider’s wide eyed mask, “Did she hurt you? What did she do?” She gripped onto the detector, her hands nearly trembling.

Spider-Man was quiet for a moment, a faint wrinkle in his mask forming from a frown. “I’m fine, ok? Just the regular scuffle.”

“But- Then what did she say? I’m not a part of her schemes, I swear!”

The hero just shifts on his feet, his hands rising in a show of innocence. He only answers after sighing, the eyes of his mask seeming to blink. “Nothing.. Nothing really. Something about how I’d ‘scare away’ the ‘mutant girl’ she ‘tried so hard to befriend.’”

Spider-Man’s lighthearted quotation mark gestures did little to quell Lucielle’s worry. Her grip falls from the device, and she moves to slip it into her bag. She casts her eyes back to the ground, and takes a step back.

The step is followed by the Spider, who lowers his hands. “Hey, you were swept up in her charisma- I wouldn’t blame you!” Lucielle glances back, swallowing her pride and almost shaking. “Don’t let her get too close, ok..? All she’ll do is tear you down- Maybe I can use you as some inside intel.”

Spider-Man took a step back, stretching out his arms behind him as if to leave. He keeps his eyes on the mutant as she turns, before shouting out once more. “You can find me on the web if you want to volunteer any info, ‘kay? Stay safe out there.”

Lucielle didn’t watch him leave, she was already walking away when he did anyways. But his visit was like a wake up call, one she wished she had never gotten.

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 9 - Los Arcos to Viana

The guide book stage today should have been to Logrono, over 17 miles from Los Arcos, but we thought that was a bit far for us at the moment so have stopped at Viana, a 11.3 mile walk but we took full packs today.

We set off early and were walking through town at 7:30. Where possible we have taken to getting away early to get a few miles under our belts before stopping for breakfast. Looking back as we left there was a stunning sunrise over the village.

We followed a steady stream of people going the same way, heading for a place called Sansol 4 miles away. The landscape has opened up a lot and looking into the distance we were taking bets as to which village it was. Luckily it was the closest and we had the cheapest nicest breakfast we have had so far - 3.5 euros for a coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice and a chocolate covered pain au chocolat, all served outside in a lovely courtyard.

I had to take a picture of the drinks menu, the wine is nearly half the price of the soft drinks!

The next village, Torres del Rio, was only a short distance away but it was perched on a hill with another octagonal church like the one we saw in Eunate. There are rumoured Templar connections and we paid a euro to enter though it was just a simple empty room. We found out later that we should have sung a song as the acoustics were meant to be amazing.

The road carrying on undulated, a lot, but we passed by vineyards (entering Rioja country), barley fields (having googled some images don’t think the fields are wheat), and a place where piles of stones had been set up along with a colourful tree where people had attached ribbons and tokens. We left a red ribbon for Wales.

Half way along the last stretch we came across a kiosk selling drinks and snacks, so we sat and had a drink and a chat to Joe (he’s ex forces and looks just like Richard Dreyfus) and Charles (his son) who were also taking a break.

Even though we were almost at our stop for the night we took a break for lunch and I persuaded Jane to have a selfie!

The hostel in Viana is 15 euros for the night, and we’ve paid to have the pilgrim meal (11 euros). We’ve got proper sheets and pillow cases on the bed, a luxury as you normally get given disposable ones when you arrive. As we got here about 1 we’ve both got bottom bunks, again! Yippee, we’re on a 3 day streak at the moment! It’s really clean and quite spacious, but the first so far with a mixed bathroom, though the shower was lovely and strong.

Jane went for a wander and I chilled, then I went for a wander. The town is ancient with narrow streets and a large church which is unfortunately covered in scaffolding. After I got back I tried to sort out the blister on my little toe. It’s an awkward spot to sort out a blister and Jane aka Florence Nightingale came to my rescue.

We both then went for a mooch to the outdoor shop so I could get a new pair of rubber tips for my walking poles as I’ve worn out the pair they came with. We were near the square so had to stop at the bar for a couple of wines (1.50 each, bargain). Nicole, our Australian friend caught up with us along with ‘Vaynond’ (that’s how it sounded) from the Netherlands.

We rushed back to the Albergue for our Pilgrims meal at 7 - pasta, then pork fillets and salad and yoghurt for pudding, washed down with Rioja of course. Time for lights out now!

[omshiventerprises]

How to Choose the Right Octagonal Pole Manufacturer for Your Project

[lysaghttaperline]

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[sirichandanal]

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[aarneeltechnocrafts]

Illuminating the Future: Aarneel Technocrafts Pvt Ltd's Octagonal Street Light Poles, Arm Brackets, and Mountings

In the realm of urban planning and infrastructure development, the significance of well-designed street lighting cannot be overstated. Aarneel Technocrafts Pvt Ltd has emerged as a key player in this domain, offering a range of high-quality Octagonal Street Light Poles, Arm Brackets, and Mountings. Let's delve into how these products are not just illuminating streets but also contributing to the aesthetics and functionality of modern urban spaces.

Octagonal Street Light Poles: A Fusion of Form and Function

Aarneel Technocrafts understands that street lighting is not merely about illumination; it's also about enhancing the visual appeal of public spaces. The Octagonal Street Light Poles from Aarneel Technocrafts seamlessly blend form and function. Crafted with precision and durability in mind, these poles serve as robust structures to support lighting fixtures while adding an aesthetic touch to the urban landscape.

Key Features:

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Customization: Aarneel Technocrafts offers customization options, allowing cities and municipalities to choose poles that align with their unique urban design requirements.

Arm Brackets: Precision in Lighting Placement

The effectiveness of street lighting is not only dependent on the quality of poles but also on the strategic placement of lighting fixtures. Aarneel Technocrafts' Arm Brackets play a pivotal role in achieving optimal lighting coverage. These brackets are designed with precision, allowing for flexible and efficient positioning of street lights.

Key Features:

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Mountings: Ensuring Stability and Reliability

The stability of street lighting infrastructure is crucial for ensuring safety and reliability. Aarneel Technocrafts offers a range of mountings designed to provide a secure foundation for street light poles.

Key Features:

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Low Maintenance: Aarneel Technocrafts' mountings are designed for minimal maintenance, reducing the operational burden on municipalities and city planners.

Conclusion

Aarneel Technocrafts Pvt Ltd's Octagonal Street Light Poles, Arm Brackets, and Mountings are not just functional components of urban infrastructure; they are integral elements that contribute to the safety, aesthetics, and efficiency of public spaces. With a commitment to quality, durability, and customization, Aarneel Technocrafts is illuminating the future of urban lighting, one well-designed pole at a time.

[aarneeltechno]

When it comes to ensuring the safety of motorists and pedestrians, no measure is too small. One such crucial safety feature on our roads is the metal beam crash barrier. A metal beam crash barrier is a protective barrier made of sturdy galvanized steel that is installed on highways, roads, and bridges to prevent vehicles from veering off the road or colliding with other obstacles.

[fabiron]

#1 Street Light Poles Manufacturer and Supplier of India

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[mayfair1964]

Mayfair Lights: Illuminating Elegance with Octagonal Poles

Mayfair Lights is a well-known LED light manufacturer that has been providing world-class lighting solutions for various indoor and outdoor applications. Their innovative product line includes a wide range of energy-efficient LED lights, including wall packs, floodlights, streetlights, and more. One of their most impressive products is the Octagonal Pole LED Street Light. The octagonal pole design adds aesthetic value to any streetscape or parking lot while being durable enough to withstand harsh weather conditions. Mayfair Lights ensures that each light undergoes rigorous testing before leaving the factory to ensure optimal performance and longevity. They also offer customized solutions depending on client's needs, ensuring customer satisfaction every time they purchase from them.

[lightpolemachine]

What You Need to Know About Light Pole Making Machine

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WHICH POLES CAN WE MAKE？

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[the-navistar-carol]

Daminette Songfic — “Stronger” from Finding Neverland

Ok so technically this is a follow-up to my ‘Invisible Thread’ fic because 1) that BROKE 500 NOTES THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH and 2) literally everyone who reblogged or commented requested that to happen. There is a time jump from ‘Invisible Thread’ to here, because they know each others’ identities and are now currently dating.

This is nowhere near as good as ‘Invisible Thread’ and I can say that freely. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! @ozmav @maribat-archive :)))

Before you read, trigger warning — death, gore, swearing.

In the darkest place is the faintest light

Gives me hope to face the hardest fight

Marinette. He had to get back to Marinette.

Hawkmoth would conquer all of Paris, maybe more.

The only person that stood in his way was Ladybug, was Marinette, his soulmate.

Damian cast a scorching glare around his surroundings. He stood in a cave, the only exit caved in. It was large enough for him to see the cavern around him, and too empty for his liking.

Stalactites thick around as his wrist hung from the ceiling, some of them reaching the floor as columns.

Someone had been elegant enough as to provide one, single, red LED lantern. Or, rather, it had fallen in with him. It sat tipped over five feet away, glowing like a sun.

The mark on his hand, usually pink, silver, and blue, was bathed in red.

Pain delivers me

His side flared, and it was only then that he remembered he’d been clawed.

Right.

Stripping off his shirt (it was too thin for the Parisian weather, anyway, and gray) he tore it to carefully bandage the injury, cleaning what he could.

Damn cats and their claws.

The white claw-tipped gloves had turned crimson and then a ruddy brown as they’d gone through his side.

And now he was here.

No matter. He’d worked through worse.

And he’d work through this.

I don't need their sympathy

Growling, Damian stalked over to the cave-in, surveying it for possible weaknesses.

He could’ve punted me into a place easier to escape from.

The rubble wasn’t evenly sized, all jagged and sharp, which was almost bothersome, but they formed a rough slope.

An endless Cataclysm would create problems.

Which it does.

So he set to work, flinging rocks away from the top by the white light of the lantern. Next camping trip, he would insist on the Coleman brand. They definitely worked.

The hole grew, slowly but steadily, and he worked through his pain and exhaustion.

Gonna have to try better than that.

Cause they can't take away my might

Where I go they will never find

The hole wouldn’t be more than a crawl space between the roof of the cave mouth and the rubble. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it didn’t need to be.

He’d take a scraped back or battered hands if that was what it took.

Because that was what it took.

And he would take more.

For Gotham, for his family. For Paris, even if he didn’t really like the city.

For her.

The hole grew.

I've got to be stronger

Reach up higher

How far back did this blasted cave-in go?!

No matter how much he removed, hands bleeding on the tips of his fingers, on his palms, wrists, forearms, there was always another rock.

His soulmate mark was crusted in rusty brown. Its pretty colors could barely be seen.

He couldn’t let himself dwell on this. If he stopped to think, he’d be crushed.

Literally? Maybe.

The rocks digging into his spine, the backs of his ribs, they agreed with the sentiment.

Tch. He had had to prove himself to a good many things.

The rocks would be another one on that list.

Dumb rocks.

He’d move a mountain if that was what it took.

Must dig deeper

Find the fire

Finally.

Finally.

Damian had never put any stock into the whole ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ thing. But now?

Now, as he crawled out of a hole in the ground, bleeding and covered in dirt, and into the fresh Parisian air, he believed it.

The young, green trees on the sides of the streets were still tied to their support poles. Rubble covered the paved streets, cars of all colors and sizes had been flung into buildings.

Bodies — bodies — littered the ground. Blood pooled in patches, rivers, trickles. No matter who or where, it was always the same deep red. Almost black, even.

His mouth dried, his tongue felt too large for his mouth. Hawkmoth hasn’t killed people before.

Ironic. The one person in charge of this damn mess was the one person (was he even a person?) he knew hadn’t ended a life.

Be enlightened

Can't be frightened anymore

His legs wobbled beneath him, so he picked up a wooden pole from where it had been uprooted, next to its slender, frail tree (the leaves were still green, but the birds’ nest had fallen, its eggs had cracked) for stability.

The birds wouldn’t return. Not without the Miraculous Cure, if it happened this time.

People had died this time. Maybe this time, Hawkmoth really was holding up to his promise that he would do anything to reach the Miraculi.

People died, he reminded himself with a snarl which was suspiciously animalistic. That woman with blonde hair, her glasses were shattered and blood stained the back of her hideous leopard-print blouse.

That man with the buzz-cut, he stared up at the sky with unseeing eyes as pale as the sky. They would see the sky no longer.

That child — that girl — lay in the middle of the road, half-curled into a ball. Her red hair spilled over her back, blending with the puncture wound through her chest.

Hawkmoth is going to fucking pay.

I can run now, so much faster

Now defeat won't be my master

Damian struggled on, his right hand clutching the pole and his left at his side, putting pressure on his injury. One step at a time.

The sounds of conflict grew now, and he picked up the pace.

Shouts echoed through the quiet streets of Paris (this quiet wasn’t because of peace, not anymore) of determination and rage.

Angel.

He saw a flash of blue and black, and heard a zap of electricity. The familiar whizz of a grapple sounded from above, and he was scooped up off the ground and launched into the air.

With a hiss of pain, he scrabbled in the grip until he realized the familiar person next to him was Nightwing.

“Keep calm, little D,” Nightwing murmured, and dropped him in an alleyway, away from the fighting.

“We’ve got to stop this.”

For to conquer the demons I won't have to wait any longer

I've got to be stronger

He wasn’t Robin right now. There was no cape behind him, nor military-grade boots on his feet. Not even a domino mask, to preserve his identity.

He wasn’t his mother’s assassin, either, perfectly poised and ready to strike with his injury.

He was only Damian Wayne, armed with a splintering garden pole.

But he pressed on, only determination, spite, and willpower left in his arsenal.

No fancy tricks or midair flips.

Just him.

You'll see in time

You will survive

He limped along the streets of Paris, heading straight for the fight. Well, not really. He had to take breaks when he felt like his side was on fire, which was a lot more than he was used to.

A red blur zoomed through the rooftops and he tensed, thinking it was another akuma of Hawkmoth — well, Scarlet Moth now — but when the figure landed before him, it was all he could do to not lurch into her arms.

Ladybug did it for him, squeezing him tight. He didn’t even complain when his side erupted, pole clattering to the ground as he returned the hug, arms twining around her.

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, shaking her head. “But then Nightwing told me he found you. Rena is out of commission, and Carapace’ll follow soon.

“I need you, Damian. Not as Robin.”

She let go of him, standing straight, and held out a hand. In it rested a black octagonal box, red design twining across its facets.

“I present to you the Miraculous of the Tiger, which gives the power of invisibility. Your brothers are already outfitted.”

He took it without hesitation.

Too soon to run

Too late to hide

He didn’t even flinch when the kwami — Roaar — zoomed out in a burst of yellow light. When it dimmed, he spotted a black-and-yellow panjas bracelet, which he slipped on, listening to her.

“Who are you?” the kwami demanded, buzzing into his face, her tiny tail lashing. “You’re injured, you’ll never do!”

Ladybug frowned, shaking her head at the kwami. “Roaar. Leave your personal feelings out of this, he’s the only one who’d fit you.”

She sniffed, tiny fangs flashing, but turned to him anyway. “I assume you know the drill. For five minutes, you will become invisible with the command Hunter. All you have to do to transform is say stripes rise, and to detransform, it’s stripes fade.”

Damian nodded to Roaar. “I look forward to working with you.” At her nod of approval, he tightened his fist. “Roaar, stripes rise!”

In a flash of magenta light, his pain faded and new strength rose to take its place.

It's your destiny

Every pace, every strife

He grinned, feeling the sharpened teeth against his gums. Ladybug closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and unhooked her yo-yo. “Let’s get going.”

Roaar had given him a croquet-like mallet and discs on a belt, the mallet on his back like Chat Noir’s baton. His suit was red, black stripes offset by white criss-crossing his frame. The armor on it was lighter, surprisingly supple, and almost changed shades as he moved into the light. Combat boots similar to his Robin boots laced halfway up his shin, the suit’s gloves retaining the familiar fins.

Damian glanced into a shattered window, taking in his reflection. His hair was now shot through with red, almost like a tiger’s stripes. The domino mask across his face was like so, a deep auburn with the beginnings of white strips at its corners, and unlike Ladybug’s, two white fang-shaped crescents peeled down over his jawbone.

He unhooked the mallet, testing its weight. It was perfectly balanced, made of red material with, of course, black stripes running diagonally across its length.

“I agree. Let’s go.”

And he sprang into the air, super-charged with the kwami’s godlike strength, Ladybug zipping beside him on her yo-yo.

I am stronger

Reach up higher

Rena Rouge and Carapace were nowhere to be seen. A monkey hero wielding a staff had entered the fray aside Queen Bee, who could only have been Tim. An ox hero fought aside them, charging at akuma in his way — Jason. Clones of a rooster hero, however odd, fought with only the acrobatics of Dick.

A smile almost tugged its way onto his face. They were here. His brothers, they were here.

Scarlet Moth and Mayura — or the akumatized Catalyst — were nowhere to be found.

His feeling of something close to pride was shot down as Queen Bee screamed, Ladybug’s eyes widening as a white (and now rusty red) figure shot through their ranks, white claws turning red as they dug into her side.

Chat Blanc.

Fury twisted his insides, and he leaped down, hefting one of the discs. Trusting in the Miraculous, he tossed it into the air and whacked it with the mallet, sending it flying.

The disc shot through akuma like a rebounding chakram, smashing bones, armor, and akumatized objects at will, and struck Chat Blank in the back with a solid crunch.

Digging deeper

Find the fire

Chat Blanc fell, scrabbling at the ground. Damian snagged his ring with a sneer, smashing the center gem. An akuma flitted out, which Ladybug purified. He tucked the ring into a pocket, for her to take to the master later.

Queen Bee had fallen, Tim getting her to safety as Jason and Dick closed ranks around him and Ladybug.

“I see you’ve got a new outfit, little D,” Dick grinned.

“Tt. It has a better look than that ridiculous color scheme of yours.”

“Ah, you’re just jealous.”

“Compare sizes later, boys,” Ladybug ordered, yo-yo spinning. “We’ve got a job to do.”

“Can do,” Dick replied cheerily, readying his balero.

The akuma ran at them, and Jason, with the fortitude of the Ox, met them in stride, plowing through their ranks like, well, a bull in a china shop.

He fought akuma after akuma, breaking object after object as the three brothers — four as soon as Tim returned — made a circle around Ladybug, who purified the akuma.

Rena Rouge returned to the fight, joining their fight, but Carapace and Queen Bee were nowhere to be seen. “Carapace is taking care of Queenie,” she relayed. “They’re safe.”

Were they?

Feel enlightened

Won't be frightened, anymore

Finally — finally — they stood up against none. A lone scarlet butterfly flitted into view, catching Ladybug’s eye. She purified it, then began to zip in the direction from where it had come. The brothers followed her, trusting in her judgement as Scarlet Moth sent out another red akuma, purified it, and followed its course again.

One way or another, they would find Hawkmoth.

A beeping from Tim’s circlet alerted him that he was about to transform back, so he fell back, promising to catch up.

The team found themselves staring at Agreste Mansion, as fury built in Damian. Ladybug’s yo-yo whizzed by, catching another akuma as it flitted from the window.

“Damn him,” growled Jason. “Go fucking figure.”

She said nothing, merely readied her yo-yo and launched herself skyward, only to shatter the window of Hawkmoth’s lair. The three brothers and Rena thudded down beside her, ready for justice.

I can run now

So much faster

It was five on two. Hawkmoth never stood a chance. He was first rammed into the wall by Jason, Catalyst attacked by Rena and Jason at once.

Jason stepped aside to let Damian deal his blows, and then he, too, stood to the side as Ladybug stood over the weakened Hawkmoth, no sneer on her face.

Instead, it was almost… one of pity.

Rena Rouge yanked Catalyst’s akumatized iPad away, smashing it. The akuma form bubbled away to reveal Nathalie Sancour, a flickering Peacock Miraculous on her chest. She gently unclasped it, cradling the pin in her hands.

She crouched, and removed the brooch of the Butterfly. A purple light flashed, and Gabriel Agreste lay at her feet. One blow from Jason sent him unconscious.

The fox superheroine handed Ladybug the Peacock Miraculous, and the red-themed superheroine gave her a nod of thanks. “Rooster, alert the police.”

Dick saluted, and bounded out the window.

Now defeat won't be my master

They were done. They were done.

As the last traces of Miraculous Ladybug swept across the skies of Paris, the four Gothamites and the four Parisians stood on the top of the rooftops in wonder.

“Your Miraculi, please.” Ladybug’s voice was thick as the Butterfly, Peacock, and Black Cat kwami floated at her shoulders, almost melancholy that this would end.

“Orikko, end my cry.”

“Xuppu, show’s over.”

“Stompp, rampage’s done.”

“Roaar, stripes fade.”

The four sons of Bruce Wayne stood on the rooftop, Queen Bee nodding. “I thought she might pick you guys.”

“Wayzz, shell off.”

“Trixx, let’s rest.”

“Pollen, buzz off.”

Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, and Chloé Bourgeois stood before them, kwami at their shoulder.

They looked to Ladybug, who gazed at them back with tears in her eyes.

“Tikki, spots off.”

For to conquer the demons

I won't have to wait any longer

Summer had begun. Paris was beginning to heal. Gabriel and Nathalie were imprisoned, as was Lila. Adrien was sent to live with his uncle in England, clearly getting the easy way out.

Alya, Nino, and Chloé walked out of school with Marinette, chatting happily amongst themselves. New earrings shone in Marinette’s ears, this time permanently jeweled in red-and-black. In fact, the four all carried tokens similar to their Miraculi, some subtler than others.

The Wayne boys met them at the bottom of the stairs, eager for a new start.

Damian pulled Marinette into a searing kiss, and his soul mark warmed against her jawline, her own happily tingling as she snaked her arm around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Alya’s palm flashed green and blue as she snapped a picture on her camera, Nino’s shimmering orange and white when he pushed up his glasses.

Chloé’s soul mark was clear for the world to see on her right shoulder, red and gold and black starkly contrasting with her white strapless crop-top. Kagami, happy to be out of her mother’s clutches for once, waved a greeting with her yellow-and-black hand.

They could finally, finally come out on top.

They weren’t perfect, but they were better than when they had begun.

I am stronger