Ah, Halloween night, a night of horror movies, trick or treating, and of course, costume parties. This year, you couldn't help but decide to have some fun, shelving your Spider-man duties just for tonight.

You head out and find a costume party, walking in dressed as, ironically, a Spider-man. Hey, you've already got the costume lying around, may as well put it to use.

You filter through the sea of dancing costumed teens, until a girl dressed like Supergirl bumped into you. She's wearing a low cut Supergirl shirt and a short red mini skirt, she smiles at you flirtatiously, "Ooh, a Spider-man, huh? Gonna web me up, Bug Boy?"

"Oh I wouldn't be able to get the jump on you unless I had some kryptonite." That quip causes her to laugh before she starts dancing with you, getting in your personal space and grinding up against you.

This is so hot, but you can't help but notice that she looks a lot like the real Supergirl...

Suddenly, some gunfire went off interrupting your dancing, causing her to grit her teeth, "Son of a bitch, it's always when I'm trying to have some time for myself. I'm so sorry, do you mind if I go wrap that up?"

"Wait a minute... Kara?? It's the real you?!" You question flusteredly.

She stares at you wide-eyed, peeking under your mask with her X-ray vision, "Oh my Rao, Peter?!? I didn't even-- Forget it, bad guys first."

After a quick takedown, you're both leaning against a wall outside the sea of dancers, twiddling your thumbs nervously at the fact you'd been grinding on each other, "S-so about the uh--... flirting and the uhm--... the grinding..."