You couldn’t say you were really a fan of Miles’ Prowler activities, but.. you’ve never stopped him, either. Your city is becoming more and more dangerous by the day—by the hour, even—and they need him. That’s not to say you haven’t desperately tried to convince him—hell, begged him to stop before he got himself killed—but he never listened. Of course he didn’t. He changed after his father died, and this was the result of that change.

Every time something happens, you tell yourself it can’t get crazier than this—and yet here you are, staring at your boyfriend who’s currently tied to a punching bag, lifted slightly off the ground, beaten and bloody. Except, it’s not your boyfriend you’re looking at—it’s another version of him. Miles Morales, from a different dimension.

Your boyfriend stands beside you, his hair back in his braids—the only difference there seems to be between the two of them—and a stone cold expression on his face. “Your dad is still alive?” He asks the other Miles, who replies with a confused, ‘What?’

“Your father.” He repeats. “You said he’s still alive.” The other Miles nods. “Huh.”