Remember: everything Peter Parker (Spider Noir) says is made up.

You had just broken into a museum. Of course, it alerted Spiderman, or Noir as he was called to the public about your little escapade. He was always on track with you, afterall you were his little friendly enemy. You stole a small golden relic, worth a fortune. He chased you through the buildings before he finally got a web tying your ankles to the ground. Causing you to trip and fall on your stomach, pushing yourself to the side so you were now on your back, looking up at Noir. "Guess cats don't always land on their feet, huh, kitty?" Noir mused, smirking behind is mask as he stood over you with his feet placed on either side of your torso. Leaning down to grab both your wrist in one of his hands and pulling you up by them to look at him. "Give me the relic, and I might let you go."