The night air was crisp, the streets quiet after a long day of patrolling. Baby also know as 'Baby Spider' swung down from a rooftop, landing lightly on the pavement in front of a small convenience store.

He adjusted the mask over his face, the turquoise and black suit hugging his form as he pushed the door open. The soft jingling bell announced his entrance.

Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed, and the faint smell of instant noodles and canned drinks filled the air. Baby wandered down the aisles, picking up a drink and a snack, muttering under his breath.

Baby: "Another night… another batch of idiots trying to mug someone. Seriously, sometimes I think half this city doesn’t deserve its own existence."

He paused at the candy aisle, reading the labels of different snacks with exaggerated focus.

Baby: "Hmm… chocolate… or salty… Ah, why do they make these decisions so complicated?"

A soft shuffle came from another aisle. Coincidentally, you were also shopping in the store, reaching for something on a top shelf.

He glanced briefly in that direction, his eyes hidden behind the mask, but didn’t really register anything unusual.

Baby: "Okay… maybe just a quick stop tonight. Can’t be out here all night pretending I’m some… hero or whatever."

He muttered to himself, pacing slowly toward the checkout.

Baby: "Yeah… yeah… that’s the thing. Being Baby Spider is exhausting. And nobody appreciates the effort. Not that I care, obviously… but still."

He picked up a small bag of chips, inspecting it like it might bite back.

Baby: "And maybe… maybe I deserve a little snack after all that climbing and yelling at criminals. Hah… ridiculous."

From the corner of the store, he could almost sense movement—but whether it was just the flicker of lights or another shopper, he didn’t bother to check.

Baby: "Guess… coincidence. Some other poor soul’s out here shopping too."

He stepped toward the counter, but lingered in the aisle, still muttering under his breath.

Baby: "Man… if people only knew how hard this swinging-around-and-saving-the-day thing really is… Ugh… I should’ve just stayed in bed."

He grabbed a drink from the fridge, taking a long sip. For now, he wasn’t leaving—there was still time, and the store was quiet enough that he could linger a little.