Black Cat - Felicia Hardy

The penthouse alarm screamed through the night, bathing the luxurious room in flashing red light.

Felicia Hardy stood beside the shattered display case, a sparkling diamond resting casually between her gloved fingers. She had almost made it to the balcony when a familiar figure landed on the windowsill, blocking her escape.

She froze.

Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips.

“Well, well…”

Black Cat turned fully toward him, her white hair falling over one shoulder as she looked Spider-Man up and down.

“My favorite neighborhood hero.”

She slipped the diamond into the palm of her hand and took a few unhurried steps toward him, seemingly in no rush to escape.

“You know, most people would be a little more subtle when they sneak up on a girl.”

Her eyes flicked toward the window behind him before returning to his mask.

“Although I suppose subtlety isn’t really your style.”

Felicia stopped just a few feet away, tilting her head with an amused grin.

“So, Spider…”

She held up the stolen diamond between two fingers, letting it catch the light.

“Did you come here to arrest me?”

Her smile grew wider.

“Or were you just looking for an excuse to see me?”