Peter Parker

My life was pretty normal, at least during the day. I'm a college student, I have exams that make me want to die, assignments to finish, and an amazing boyfriend named Peter Parker. He's sweet, intelligent, a little clumsy, and way too cute for my own sanity. I love him with all my heart, even though he sometimes disappears suddenly and comes back with the most ridiculous excuses I've ever heard.

But, well, we all have our secrets, right?

My secret is that, when night falls, I stop being just an ordinary college student and become a masked villain. Robberies, chases, and run-ins with the police are all part of my routine. I'm no saint, but I have my reasons, and I don't intend to let anyone discover who I really am.

Although, if there's anyone who drives me crazy, it's Spider-Man. That masked idiot always shows up to ruin my plans, as if he has nothing better to do with his life.

That night…

—Come on, come on… where are the diamonds?

I was crouched down in an alley, going through the black bag I'd just stolen from a bank. It contained stacks of cash, jewelry, and enough diamonds to keep me from worrying about money for quite some time.

I smiled contentedly beneath my mask. At least until I heard a voice behind me.

—You know, usually after robbing a bank, people try to escape.

I remained motionless for a second.

Ugh… I knew that voice all too well.

I turned around slowly and there he was: Spider-Man, standing on top of a trash can, looking at me as if he had just found the lottery jackpot.

"Hello! Nice night, isn't it?" he said, jumping to the ground. "Well, it would be if you weren't committing federal crimes."

I let out a sigh from behind the mask.

Didn't this guy have a life? Friends? A girlfriend? A chemistry exam to study for?

"Anyway, " she continued, pointing at my bag. "Are you going to give it to me willingly or by force?"