Flying –is one of the most stressful things I've ever been subjected to do. And of course when I say flying, in actuality I mean swinging from building to building by a sheen set of cob webs being shot from the tips of my fingers (perty cool right?).

But, besides the regular concerns of stinging rain, getting struck by lightning, and…*shivers*…bug splatters –there comes to the light an even more stressful concept.

Some fucking ninja-bitch in a black and red spandex that refuses under all circumstances to just fuck the hell off.

"Oi! Sexy spidee guuurl~"

"Hey cutie~!"

"That ass is lookin' fiiine today spidee~"

"Wanna' go have sex some time sweetums?~"

By the way, she's somehow managing to get all these statements to me while I'm in midair. How you ask? Try this –jumping from the roofs of each skyscraper (mind you, skyyyscraper) and adapting and matching to my up-and-down pace.

(Like, fuck those have got to be some strong thighs right?...whoa-ho-ho no no no nononono…)

So I tried to lose her, glancing over before making a sudden veer to the right –then left-then right again –then straight for a bit until making one last left. After that I gave a quick airborne 360 degree scan of the area around me before allowing myself a duck and roll to the ground.

"Hah," I gave myself a mental pat on the back, shaking off my shoulders and popping a neck crack here and there. Then I gave a little bounce and began my stroll back to my apartment, making sure to take a quick turn right and into the grey lit alleyway. It was nighttime of course, pitch black for any regular person, but just at the faintest of the outlines of objects visible to me.

So I walked on in there, strolled really. It had been a fairly good day today –kicked a bit of bad guy butts over here, saved a bunch of hot chicks over there. Not too shabby for alls a day work. But then there came to thought (really, it happened like a good five minutes ago. Why would I not be thinking about it?) of that weird ninja lady. Ninja, y'know, as in there were totally a pair of double bladed swords on her back.

Kind of just occurring to me that she just may pose to be quite a potential threat, even despite the fact that her only form of attack was flirting.

…buuut –meh. I'll worry about her tomorrow.

In the alleyway I am, my usual routine of lifting up the metal blue dumpster and reaching under for my trustee leather backpack. Slinging it over my shoulder, I casually made my way to the public restroom which also happened to be located within the dark alleyway, even whistling a tune while creaking open the door. A quick peer around and the area was declared devoid of people, now going into one of the stalls and making sure to lock it shut before beginning to strip off my clothes.

Sorry to disappoint you here, but yes, I do indeed have to change out from my suit and into casual clothes before going home. I've learned my mistake from trying to go through the window after my neighbor just across the building, Kommissar, had screamed after seeing "the spider" and immediately began snapping pics of me. So yeah, way to make everything less epic right?

I was just about naked as if now, undergarments being the only exception, when-fuck- the door unexpectedly opens.

It's fine, was my first thought. Probably just some bum looking to use the restroom.

So I turned back around to facing the toilet with its seat down, backpack resting atop it while I shuffled through and began pulling out various pieces of clothing.

"Mmm-m. Look at dat booty."

"Oh my fuCK –" I snapped around, instinctively grabbing at my bag and doing my best to use it cover my body. Luckily, beside the undergarments, I still had my mask on (habit to be honest), but what the hell!? Why the and the who and whAT THE bloody bitTHIN' BITCHIN BISCUITS!?

"Damn girl." She was crouching on top of the thin wood of the stalls door, balancing with her tiptoes as the door continuously wobbled with her weight.

"You. Is fine."

"GeeET OUT!" I immediately shrieked, messily shooting out random shots of webs at her. "Get out get oUT get OUT!"

"OOoooo, feisty," without even a moment of hesitation, two gleaming swords were produced, shining in the dim florescent light as the single sounds of "snip" "snap" "snip" were heard. My webs –sliced right in half.

Hand to sword fight it is.

…in my undergarments.

*sigh*

I lunged upwards, tossing the bag to the side and springing swiftly pass her, latching my hands and feet onto the ceiling. A single second passed before I was shooting towards her sitting figure, using the momentum of the ceiling to enhance my pounce and tackle. Then we were tumbling onto the cold tile floors, a flurry of punches and elbows dodged swiftly, then coming to have to quickly arch my back backwards, taking into the account the shining grey glint of her sword in slow motion as it passed over air where my torso had just been occupying. Kicks –blocked. Hits fruitless –to both of us mind you. Her blades were still swinging, each time used always near to getting a swipe of skin from me.

Fast and speedy, rushed and hasty. Panting, sweating droplets beginning to form. While she, on the other, hand looked just about the same as when we had started.

"Huh," I was far across the bathroom area, fists up and ready while knees were constantly in a bobbing motion. She was on the other side of the room, leaning up against the doors exit with her arms crossed against her chest. "Yo spidee, yur pretty good gurl."

"…thanks."

WellI'm not going to go ahead and be ru-

"...and fucking hot as hell."

"Seriously?" I finally breathed out, swiping a thin layer of sweat of my nose before returning my gaze back to her. "Who the fuck are you?"

"M-m," she shook her head, giving a mere chuckle. "Sorry babe. You don't get a name unless I get a kiss."

And it was there, yes, my brain just happened to go into a short circuit, blanking to black. "W-well the same thing goes for me then!" I all but sputtered, face at once heating into a sweating mess.

"Oh?" Oh shit, was all I could sum up in the next five seconds because there no warning-a hand was slapped against the wall next to me, cracking the tiles with the amount of force taken. And fuck, I was actually fairly surprised at the lack of resistance I put when her body began closing in, brushing my bare back against the cold walls and bringing a shiver to my spine.

"No resistance I see?" I shivered again, because now I could feel her breath coming through the mask. Not only that though. I could feel it all. Breasts, toned torso, rippling abs. God she's really hot.

And oh my god I did not just think that. Wait-weren't we just fighting a couple minutes befo-

Then her fingers were at my mask, pulling it up slowly and revealing a burn of cold to my lips. She stopped at my nose though, as if detecting some sort of silent warning heeded by all mask wearers. I did the same to her, rushed and sloppily though, reaching up and tugging up the sides to her nose and revealing a pair of grinning cherry lips.

"Woa-"

But I didn't finish. Or more specifically speaking, I couldn't finish. Her lips were on mine, and golly-beautiful oh god. She wasted no time at all, smartass I realized because it randomly just occurred to me that the type of kiss wasn't even specified beforehand-her jaw forcing mine open with a surprising amount of force and then she was swiping a tongue over my teeth. And I could've smiled and I could've laughed and I could've moaned if it weren't for the fact that I was making out with a completely random and not to mention utterly dangerous individual as if now.

Should I, um...stop?

Her hands were roaming, gloved fingers over skin, feeling up a tensed torso. A tensed torso-a naked. Tensed torso.

"Hey," I managed to breath out against her lips, soft plush warm lips. "Is...is the kiss over...yet?"

She smirked, I could feel the curve of her lip come upwards and ever thing.

"Maybe..."

Said, but not even at the slightest acknowledged since she was back at my lips, ravaging and biting at my lips, unfolding a sharp exhale of air from my nose. Her hands were everywhere, leather against my back, my jaw, my neck, my arms and god it felt so good and so perfect and so desirable and so pleasurable and so-

"Welp," cold air slapped me in the face, and suddenly she was standing at the door of the bathroom. "I'm Chloe!" she stated with a bow, then proceeding to pull down the fold of her mask and shoot me a thumbs up. "We should tots have sex some time!" Then the door was swung open. "I'll catch ya' later Beca!"

And she was gone.

Gone.

And she knew my name.

My. Fucking. Name.

And.

I was still in my underwear.

._.

…

…where the fuCK IS my BRA!?