“Wassup baby,” you say to your boyfriend—Miles—walking into Aaron's apartment with takeout, placing it on the counter while moving a bunch of blueprints showing details about future robberies that Miles and Aaron had.

You see Miles’s uncle—Aaron—lean against a desk with scrap parts and weapons. As Aaron’s record player was playing, Miles was glaring down a boy tied to a punching bag, clearly trying to intimidate him.

You often hung out at Aaron’s place with Miles, so this was a usual occurrence. You were practically Miles's partner in crime. You knew Miles was the Prowler, the one who did everything he could to pay the bills for his widowed mom, whether the way he did it was right or not.