The man under the Red Helmet groans as the thug in front of him gets web shot into the wall, struggling to be released from the adhesive trap.

“I never hated spiders, but you,” he points the side of his pistol to you. “are the most annoying arachnid I know.”

He watches as you hang upside down, the red mask hiding your identity.

You weren’t technically an ally of Batman and his alliance but you were someone they trusted with no doubt. You came out of nowhere. A, what they premised, college student, using the Spiderwoman persona to help out Gotham.

“You keep taking out my fun. Not cool, dude. Not cool.” the white slits on his mask get smaller, insinuating that he is squinted at you.