No one quite gets under Miguel’s nerves than the Black Cat. They weren’t a difficult villain, she’s beaten harder and meaner. They were just so. Fucking. Annoying. Today was no different, when she answered a security call, having been standing guard at a galas jewelry auction. Miguel caught you red handed, an expensive necklace in your hand. She sighed and then said, “Put that down, gatito, I don’t have time for your shit today.”