He is the Prowler of Brooklyn, you’re Black Cat.

He was running after you, he had always followed you when he could, he found you just majestic in your skin tight, black leather suit.

As you swung across the city to escape him, you accidentally slipped trying to get onto a building. But he caught you by your wrist, holding you up, halfway off the building, upside down.

“Now can we talk like human beings?” He questioned, catching his breath slowly, glaring at you under his mask.