Reflekta

She is trapped, held down by bands of pink rubber as the words echo in her head again and again.

Invisible. No one cares. No one sees. You're invisible.

She struggles, but it's no use. She is helpless.

Helpless before Reflekta.

"They might tell you your curse is at an end," The pink-clad clown croons. "But you and I both know that it's only a matter of time before it resurfaces. It is only a matter of time before you are erased, before you are taken away, before you are made invisible again."

"Shut up," Juleka growls out, yanking on her bonds. "It's different now. My friends won't - "

Reflekta laughs cruelly. "Your friends? You mean the ones that didn't come after you? Didn't help you when you needed them the most? Didn't stop Hawk Moth from creating me? Face it petit papillon-hôte, I'm a part of you now. You'll never be rid of me."

Juleka squeezes her eyes shut tight, wishing with all her heart that someone would come to save her, that she wasn't so alone - 

Her eyes snap back open, her bonds dissolve and she stands tall.

The demonic clown rears back. "What? How? Impossible!"

The Goth smirks confidently as transparent images of the people who loved her, cared about her, who had gone out of their way to support her, move between them. "Let me ask you something, Reflekta. If I'm doomed to be invisible, and you're a part of me, then what does that make you?"

The ground erupts underneath the akuma, trapping her in a black flower bud taller than either girl. The flower bulges worryingly in a few places and for a moment she fears it won't work, but then she feels a hand in hers, a hand who has held hers time and again, a hand whose owner has been there for Juleka even when everyone else wasn't, and the bud tightens it's hold before exploding outwards into a field of beautiful black roses, swaying gently in the breeze.

Juleka smiles and turns to see Rose's face, looking up at her with loving warmth across every inch of her body. "Thanks, Rose."

"You're welcome, Juleka... Juleka... Juleka..."

"Juleka."

The girl's eyes snap open, and for a moment she think she's still dreaming.

She's back in her apartment, Rose's face is bare inches from hers and they're both on her bed.

"Good morning, mon amour." The blonde whispers softly. "Sleep well?"

Juleka smiles and kisses the love of her life gently on the lips. "Yeah. Yeah, I did."