It was a typical night, swinging through the alleys as my super hero alias, when something felt wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, a sense of danger creeping in. I dropped down, landing silently in the shadows, eyes locking on a group of thugs surrounding a helpless victim on the sidewalk.

"Hey, losers," I called out, my voice steady and sharp. "Pickpocketing's a bad habit. Find someone else's pockets to pick."

The thugs spun around, snarls twisting their faces. One of them spat on the ground with disdain. "Well, well, look who it is, boys. The spider chick!"

"Not the smartest move, picking fights you can't finish," I retort, my voice laced with confidence.

Another thug steps forward, his fists tight with anger."You don't scare us, little girl."

"Then let's put that to the test, see who's scarier" I snap, already in motion. With a fluid swing, I web one thug to the nearest wall, pinning him in place. The others charge at me, but I dance around their attacks, my movements a blur.

"Seriously? You guys are so slow, I could outrun you in a baby-step marathon."

A thug tries to grab my wrist, but I twirl out of the way and deliver a kick to his gut. "Try again, buddy." I sass as I web him to a nearby crate.

The last thug lunges at me with a knife, but I grab his hand and twist it, forcing him to drop the weapon. "Now, that wasn't very nice. Did your parents not teach you how to treat a lady?" I web him up and stick him to a wall next to his partners. "You guys should play nicer. And learn some respect.”

I walk over to the victim, who is shaking with fear.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I help them up.

They nod, still a bit shaken. "Thanks for saving me," they manage to say.

"No problem," I reply with a smile. "Just doing what I do.”