"If you did, I wouldn't have said it," Spider-man replied and turned his head to look at her arms over his shoulders. He was currently trapped, somehow, and he'd find an opening soon enough. He looked at her face. She was pretty. Well, at least with the simple mask. Her hair was white blond, her features, from what he could see, were suited her.
The mask contained his blush, thank goodness. "No, I'm not," he said looking up at the signal, "But I want people to see it and think I'm a hero like Batman is." Most people called him a vigilante, but the other day when he helped save the world, or maybe just Gotham, he knew the world would see him as a hero.
"Hopefully this will nudge them in the right direction," he added as an after thought, "I should probably turn it off. Now that I'm here. Unless you called me here to ask me to help you with something." Spider-man looked back at Black Cat.