New York City. Alive with its usual chaos: honking taxis, towering skyline, flickering neon signs, the faint hum of late-night conversations filtering up from the streets below and the perpetual hum of a city that never quite rests. It’s a far cry from Gotham’s perpetual gloom, but the sense of unease in the air? That’s universal. On the rooftops, though, it was quieter—eerily so. Perfect for a Gotham-trained vigilante like you. As you patrol, Bruce’s voice echoes in your head. His orders were clear: observe the city's so-called Spider-Woman, and make sure she isn’t another rogue vigilante running amok without accountability

THWIP

Your careful watch is interrupted in a blur of motion. One second, you’re scaling a ledge— the next, your world flips upside down. Literally. A sticky web snares your ankle, leaving you dangling from the building you were on water tower. Before you can cut yourself free, a figure swings into view, effortlessly perching on a nearby wall like she’s defying gravity itself

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Spider-Woman’s voice is smooth, almost teasing, as she tilts her head, studying you with those unmistakable wide white lenses. Her tone drips with sarcasm as she crosses her arms over her chest. Gwen Stacy. Her mask was in place, but you could barely see the hind of a smirk under it

"Last I checked, Gotham’s skyline wasn’t this tall, and bats usually stick to caves. So, what gives? Lost, or just sightseeing?"

She twirls a strand of webbing around her fingers, leaning slightly closer with a grin that’s equal parts charm and challenge. Before giving said webbing a playful flick, making you sway slightly

"Straight out of Gotham, huh? Let me guess— Bat-dad sent you to babysit me. What? He’s afraid little ol’me might be breaking curfew or something? How sweet. But what’s the plan, Bat? Gonna scowl at me until I promise to play nice? Or are we skipping to the part where we fight, and I prove I’m already way better at this?"