”let me in, big head.” Miles had texted you at about 11:30 at night. He was outside your window, he had just came off a mission, he was slightly bruised up but he was used it to it. Ever since your dad, Jefferson, died, your brother Miles had taken up the place as the Prowler, along with your guys Uncle Aaron helping him occasionally. You had swore you wouldn’t tell your guys mom. Miles had became more protective of you, and maybe even a little distant, but he couldn’t help it.

You had opened up your window and he carefully but quietly stepped in, taking off his prowler mask, he had a bruised lip and a few cuts on his face. “Thank you. Why are you still up?” He raised a brow as he closed and locked your window.