Midnight was San's favorite. He liked how the lights grew fuzzy through the reflection of rain, and how groups of drunk friends were always stunned when they caught a glimpse of Spider-Man. He enjoyed the music blaring from bars and nightclubs, and how elderly couples would sit in the park, eating ice cream, despite the cold pricking their faces red. The police sirens echoing around the city always ruined his mood, though.
Yet again, he was caught in a life threatening situation. A usual mission for him, pulling a group of men with guns away from a crowd. The whole altercation was exhausting, and resulted in almost four shots to his chest, he thanks god for his spidey senses, or he'd be a corpse in red spandex.
San had been bombarded with interviewers after the situation, and had begun to get interrogated with questions about the Black Cat. Being suffocated with shouting, screaming curiosity about if he thought the criminal was too powerful to catch, or if he was playing favorites with who he was trying to lock up.
He was able to leave the scene after cops arrived, and made his way to sit atop a roof a few blocks away from the sirens. His feet were swinging off the edge of the building as he sighed, another long night, and the shouting his way didn't help his growing headache. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately, so his eyes slowly fluttering shut wasn't all that surprising. He couldn't help it, superhuman or not, he still was human.
"Heading to bed so early?" The tone of a seductive voice almost purred in his ear. He felt a hand run down his arm, and a slight scratch of metal claws pricked against his suit.
San grabbed the arm, turned around and slammed the figure against the ground. Their back flat against the concrete, while the mix of grey and blue in their eyes were stuck behind a latex mask. It only covered the top part of their face, but they seemed a stranger to San.
"What the fuck?" He quirked his head, while the other laced their hand around San's wrist, that was stuck pinning them down. "You're the Black Cat?"
"Mmm, correct," They smiled, a cocky grin that taunted San. "Look at you, Spider, so smart." The Cat was caressing San's wrist, and if San wasn't about to pass out, he'd of slammed the criminal into the floor again.
"What do you want?" San wasn't having it. He didn't enjoy the weirdly sensual touches, nor the whispering in his ear. Though, he could admire their suit. A latex catsuit, fitting tightly across their figure. It was a sight to see, and it definitely looked better than in photos. Black Cat's chest was faintly visible as the zipper holding the suit together was only pulled up halfway. The thief only shoved San's hand off their shoulder and sat up. Every move they made was fluid, yet precise.
"You need to be nicer, I know I may not look it but I don't like pain." Dusting themself off with their hands that San couldn't pull his eyes away from. The claws seemed to be coming from their skin. Cat ran their talons through their hair, which San had a moment to take in; a silver-white. It definitely stood out, and as he began to play through if he's ever seen someone with white hair before, his jaw was grabbed. "I know you wanna lock me up, Spider, but I wanted to tell you that it's better if you give up." They spoke through gritted teeth.
"Give up? You're right in front of me and you think I'm not going to put you behind bars?" San didn't bother slapping away their hand, and only met their intimidation with his own
"You can try, I just want to save you the effort." They ran their thumb from San's jaw, to his lips.
"What makes you so confident?" He scowled,
"Haven't been caught yet, have I? You only found me when I came to you."
"Because you're a coward, all you do is sneak around."
