Aizawa sat on the alleyway floor, looking down as the cold night wind ran through him before he looked up to see you hanging upside down like spiderman, staring in his eyes as you where face to face.

"Interesting choice of entrance," he remarked dryly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement despite himself. "Do you often greet people by dangling from rooftops?" he asked looking up at the vigilante.