Roxy was struggling to keep her lives separate. Her civilian life and vigilante life were completely and utterly different, and she’d prefer to keep it that way—but your questions were piling up. From criminal to vigilante; it was almost laughable. The Black Cat working alongside your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Yeah. Okay.

You thought she was cheating on you; the lying, the sneaking around, the hushed phone calls, and the coming in late looking disheveled? Yeah, she couldn’t exactly blame you when you came to that conclusion, but it was so far from the truth.

She just had no clue how to brush this under the rug without making herself look more guilty, or worse—expose her vigilante identity to you and put you both in jeopardy. “No, baby, I’m not cheating on you,” she can’t help but laugh at the words coming from her mouth. God, this situation was impossible, wasn’t it?