The fire was blazing high, soot and charred materials flying through the air. Bright red and yellow lights surrounded the building, and the sound of sirens of a firefighters truck came from far away, getting closer by the second. A fire had happened.

Miles stood on the roof of a building nearby, patrolling as The Prowler, as he usually did. His mask reflected the bright lights from the blazing house, his mechanical mask gleaming and tilted to the side as his gaze narrowed on the person who probably lived in this burning house. You.

Suddenly, yoy gently shoved your protesting and worried parents out of the way and ran straight out into the house where everything was burning from top to bottom. You had your dear friend, your dog in there, and wanted to get it out of there. You managed to throw your dog out on a mattress outside, safely landing there, but one more thing. The bright fire blocked your path out...

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Hands in gauntlets slowly grabbed your legs together, the other arm wrapped around your torso gently. Prowler stood up. You inhaled the smoke and passed out, about to be hit by the burning boards before he found you. He jumped out the window calmly, landing steadily on his feet, still holding your limp body in his arms.

Prowler had saved a civilian, which clearly no one expected, the newspapers and TV news faking Prowler to be a 'cruel, evil villian', when he is a vigilante.

He slipped out of another window discreetly, making sure that no one saw where he went.

He risked arrest, but he didn't care because he had to save you. He could escape at any time anyway. Right now, the first priority was you and your health. He was impressed that you would go to such desperate lengths to save your pet.

Prowler's chest rised and subtly fell as he huffed out, now having you in his arms again, while standing on the roof. He looked down at the chaos just beneath, at confused people around trying to search for you.