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(𝙁𝙖𝙮𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑)

The grainy news footage, shaky social media clippings, and the fleeting glimpses one would catch of her as she swung between the buildings did not do the Witchspider justice. Faye found herself gaping at the hero for a good few seconds just to take in all the details.

Her suit was a very dark, bluish-purple closed hooded coat bearing intricate silver patterns. The flared tail of her coat split open at her waist and hung behind her like a curtain in her upside-down state, with a braided belt wrapped around her waist, held in place with a silver buckle that looked like a circle flanked by two crescents. Runes glowed faintly on her suit whenever the wind made the material ripple and faded just as quickly as they had appeared, like stars in the midnight sky.

A silvery spiderweb-like hood covered her head, its ripped lower edges fluttering over the decorated collar of the coat, held in place at the centre of her chest with a large silver spider symbol. Her black fingerless opera gloves and boots similarly had silver web-like patterns on them. Her dark mask covered her face, the hood half-veiling the two large almond-shaped silver eyes gazing at her and the four smaller circles near them.

She hung upside-down, stretched hands clutching the cord between her splayed thighs, the soles of her boots pressed against it. Faye's eyes grazed across the swirling cerulean runes glowing on the back of her hand and knuckles.

The Witchspider tilted her head and spoke with the same charming lilt from earlier.

"Like what you see, miss?"

She did. She absolutely did.

The Witchspider's voice felt odd, not off but just very odd, in the way that it sounded generic yet familiar. If Faye was asked to pick the Witchspider's voice from a set of twenty voice recordings she wouldn't be able to recognise hers. On top of that, it sounded far too organic to have been scrambled by tech, yet she knew in the pit of her stomach that there was something actively preventing her from recognising her voice. She sounded like everyone yet no one at once. Just another Jane Doe in a sea of Jane Does.

Heck, she even felt like the Witchspider sounded like Vishwa for a second.

"I'm flattered honestly," said the vigilante, winking at her. "Now that I have your undivided attention, I suggest you give up those goodies and turn yourself in."

She exhaled in relief. It was just her imagination, she sounded nothing like Vishwa.

Faye's head whipped up when she heard the muffled cries of her companions from the ceiling. She had seen the vigilante do that multiple times on TV- the Witchspider would wrap the criminals with her web, trapping them in a sort of an adhesive cocoon and stick them to the walls or the ceiling till the sirens and the cameras arrived on the scene.

She felt it was bad luck to leave her fellow burglars behind on her very first major heist. She looked around, her eyes picking out a path connecting the floor to the ceiling so that she could free her companions.

Maybe while she was at it, she could have some well-deserved fun with the flirty arachnid-themed do-gooder.

Faye smirked. "You're adorable, spider, but I can't do that. I really want all of this, and I ain't leaving until I get what I want. Hmmm, I'd have never thought that I'd have such a cute date joining me on a heist."

In a fluid motion, she sprung forward, her claws slashing through the web holding the Witchspider up like tissue paper. The vigilante allowed herself to fall, pushed herself off the ground with her hands, backflipped, and landed on the floor, her body slipping into her iconic crouch with one hand splayed on the ground and the other spread for support.