As Catwoman talked to people, it was surprising to see that they would warm up to her so fast. She remembered when Peter first started, he was considered a myth. That he wasn’t real because no one had seen him. That was until some people got photos of him (those some people turning out to be Peter) and that’s when Spider-Man first became known. At first, he was considered a bad guy, no one knew exactly where he stood and what they were going to have to deal with with him running around and trying to ‘save people’. It wasn’t until the battle with the Lizard that he was recognized, taken seriously and starting to win girls hearts.

“Am I still up for crime fighting?” She asked in a teasing fashion towards her masked boyfriend as she lowered the mouth guard to protect her face. “Of course I am, I’ve had my cat-nap and the night’s still young.” With that and a small come get me gesture she was off flipping through the city.

Now she understood why Peter enjoyed doing this so much; she flipped and flew through the city’s enormous buildings ever watchful of where she threw her whips before landing one placing and bounding off again. They went through a few more small crimes, pathetic robberies, drug deals and things of that nature but nothing to crazy. Peter was ever-watchful of what she was doing which was understandable, he probably felt responsible for how she turned out but she wasn’t complaining. Though stepping on a scale was a bit weird from time to time. 

Leaving the scene of the last robbery they stopped, they landed on top of the empire state building which overlooked the night sky and the city that never slept; it was a beautiful sight and even more-so as her boyfriend landed on the roof next to her. She was pretty sure he was taking his sweet time to check her out which is why he never tried to get ahead of her. “You know.” She said playfully as she pushed up the mouth guard to reveal the playfully sarcastic smirk. “You were running around in that for over a year and as you said before…” She mocked the voice he had given her a while ago. “‘He’s every girl’s dream.’” She laughed softly. “Well he was my dear, too bad he was so overshadowed by the man under the mask.” She held up her hand, “But I haven’t lectured girls for staring at you, gocking over you, drooling or begging for autographs. But….” She walked to him, her small hands trailing up his strong stomach and toned chest, her fingertips brushing against the fabric much like she would his shirt. “I like that you’re so defensive over me. Just don’t forget to protect yourself. Or forget, and I’ll protect you.” Her tongue ran along her teeth in a teasing fashion as she turned her head to look up at his masked face.