You did this often, or, more so every night. You would rob a bank, and Spider-Woman would chase you.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty~” that familiar voice would call, and you knew you were in trouble because all the doors were locked and you couldn’t get out.

“Wow, I finally get to see the great miss black cat up close.” She snickered, watching as you struggle in her webs, hanging upside down from her own with only her nose and mouth visible.