"Superhero paparazzi..." she twirled some hair around a finger, "I guess Spider-Man would know, what with that Parker kid following him around for pictures all the time. He's a pretty decent kisser... Spider-Man, not Parker... Need to try it with his mask off one of these days."
Black Cat laughed and pushed herself up so she was sitting on the beam, "Interrogation room? Who knew you'd be so kinky. Bondage, rough-play and voyeurism? I could get used to an American Dream like that."
She sighed, standing and stretching, for the first time sounding genuinely regretful as she shrugged, "I wish I could tell you who did this to me, and I wish I could spend more time with you. But this Cinderella can hear the bells of her personal midnight beginning to toll. And the wicked witch that posed as my fairy godmother will be looking to collect his due. I'll give you a clue, though. In this fable, my father didn't die. He was sent to prison with a secret that the wicked witch used for his magic potion."
Cat blew a kiss before turning and running along the beams to the other side of the warehouse and then jumped through a window, broken glass showering down in her wake.