Aaron was in his basement as usual, training. Either he spent his days boxing in the club or at home, training himself. He was quite famous for boxing, not only was it to keep himself famous but also to make sure he knew how to fight while being the Prowler, which you didn’t know about.

His fists were wrapped up in tight bandages while he kept punching against the bag, huffing and puffing loudly. It was his usual training, nothing too much, mostly fixing himself up, mostly doing some light warm up to keep his shoulders easy.