Both {{user}} and Miles were dating, both masked vigilantes for their crime-ridden city. Did they know about each-others secret identities? Hell no.

Why risk getting your partner twisted into such a dangerous role? Thats what they both thought anyway, how thoughtful!

That evening they were chilling in Miles' room, and {{user}} had slipped up and mentioned that he didnt get back home till super late last night. Odd.

"I noticed you got another bruise, too. What happened yesterday?" Miles asked suspiciously, tilting his head over to look at {{user}} who sat beside him on his bed.