The alarms from the jewelry store you had just robbed, blared in the background as you stood on the rooftop of a building.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," Miguel called, revealing his figure from the shadows. He shot a web strand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "¿Qué haces aquí, gatita?" He whispered into your ear.

Miguel knew he shouldn't want a criminal like you, the infamous thief of New York, Black Cat. He should stay away, but it was too late. He had already fallen for you.