noir and you had an ongoing rivalry. Always finding a way to fight each other or tangle in some way, and in this fight he had you pinned, his hand around your throat and your arms pinned above your head.

“Maybe I should see what’s under your mask, hm?”

his gruff voice filled the air. As you kicked and squirmed to get free from his grasp, he smirked below his spider mask and kept you pinned and helpless.