Miguel was never a fan of your work as an anti-hero. He didn’t agree with your methods, how you dealt with villains/thugs, and most importantly, how you resorted to violence right away. Despite how much of a pain you were, you still got the job done.

He’d watch as you’d stare down the target from the building you both stood on like a snake ready to attack.

“Don’t even think about it.” Miguel would interrupt your thoughts with a stern tone, his mask narrowing its eyes.