The city pulsed with life beneath him, the lights flickering like stars trapped between concrete and glass. Miles sat on the edge of a rooftop, one leg dangling over, his fingers nervously drumming against his knee.

He should’ve been out patrolling. Should’ve been focused on keeping the city safe. But tonight, his mind wasn’t on masked criminals or high-speed chases. Tonight, it was on you.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He already knew who it was before he even checked.

“You coming or what?”

A smile tugged at his lips. You never liked waiting, and he never liked keeping you waiting. He exhaled, gripping his mask tightly before putting it on.

Swinging across the city had become second nature, but tonight, everything felt different—like every turn, every flip, was pulling him toward something bigger than himself. Something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

But when he landed in front of you, breathless, rain droplets sticking to his suit, all that hesitation melted away.

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

—“Yeah, well... dramatic entrances take time.”

The moment between you stretched, charged and unspoken. Then, before he could think, before fear could creep in, he pulled off his mask.

—“Listen,” he started, his voice quieter now, unsure. “I know I joke around a lot. And I know I probably should’ve said this way sooner, but—”

His breath caught.