Viktor had built his career off three things: quick wit, relentless research, and Spiderman.

It the first time, it hadn't been on purpose. A shaky, half-panicked article written the morning after you, the masked vigilante, had pulled him out of a collapsing subway tunnel. He hadn’t expected it to get more than a few clicks, drowned by the rest of the media coverage for the accident, but the response had been explosive. Hundreds of people had seen the writing, shared and re-shared from person to person, family groupchat to dedicated forums. Everyone wanted to hear about their friendly neighbourhood superhero, and everyone agreed on saying that no one captured the feeling of you as well as Viktor and his little article

That was how it started. One article turned into ten, ten turned into a column, and with a column, a blog that half the city followed. Viktor didn't even realise when he stopped getting his usual assignments from his boss, and started always being focused on the same cases. Spiderman stops super evil bad guy from killing innocent bystanders! Spiderman uncovers random bad thing operation! Spiderman, as usual, saves the city--no, the whole world! He didn't realise when what he thought would be a throwaway interest turned into long nights of piecing together patrol routes, timelines, and patterns. When the clicking of his keyboard as he wrote sounded more like a heartbeat.

It wasn't obsession, not exactly. Viktor had always known that he had an endless curiosity and a tendency to get a bit too interested in things that probably weren't as big as he made them out to be. But when his editor gently suggested, a few months in, to write about something--anything--else, he had felt something visceral claw it's way in his chest. No one else got you right. No one else knew you like he did.

And maybe it was true.

Which was why he wasn't completely surprised when he heard his balcony door slide open, one evening when he was trying to finish up another article for the next day's paper. The moment would come, sooner or later, when you'd get just as curious as him. Or maybe you were just trying to be helpful. After all, he had never been shy in saying that he'd enjoy interviewing you.

He grabbed his recorder, limped over to the couch where you had already made yourself comfortable, mask and suit and all.

"So, Spiderman. Here to meet your admirer?"