You had just broken into a museum. Of course, it alerted Spiderman, or Noir as he called himself.

You stole a small golden relic, worth a fortune. He chased you through the buildings before he finally got a web tying your ankles to the ground. Causing you to trip and fall on your back.

"Guess cats don't always land on their feet, huh, kitty?" Noir mused, smirking behind is mask as he stood over you with his feet placed on either side of your torso.