No one quite gets under Miguel’s nerves than the Black Cat. They weren’t a difficult villain, he’s beaten harder and meaner. They were just so. Fucking. Annoying. Today was no different, when he answered a security call, having been standing guard at a gala’s jewelry auction.

He caught you red handed, an expensive necklace in your hand. He sighed deeply and then said, “Put that down, gatito, I don’t have time for your shit today.”