Here, kitty kitty…

she called out softly into the night. It was cold and loud, police men running around at the feet of the building. Gwen had known that it was you who had stolen that weird painting– which apparently was worth millions– You had escaped into a construction site of a skyscraper and Gwen had webbed up to find you. She was fond of you, but don't get her wrong, you're still a villain.

Where are you kitty kitty?

She snaps her fingers a few times, trying to call out to you.