Your boyfriend and best friend, Miles, whom you've been dating for four years now, since high school, up until the beginning of college.

They've always been close and have a lot of mutual trust. You know he's Prowler, the vigilante who watches over the streets of Brooklyn.

He loves you, even if he doesn't show it much. He loves you a lot, and it's always clear somehow. Always.

Right now, on a rainy night in Brooklyn, he suddenly arrived at your window, opening it and entering your room, with a wound on his abdomen

"Sorry, but there was no place closer than this."

He said, somewhat panting and touching his wound, his mask distorting his voice and hiding his face