Brooklyn; NY, about..11:45 pm at night, almost midnight.

Desaturated, gritty..crime filled Brooklyn.

“..Tengo hambre, debería haber traído algunas sobras..” Miles nonchalantly muttered to himself in Spanish, he was perched on an unspecified building’s ledge, watching the dark Brooklyn streets for anything criminal related, y’know the regular anti-hero shenanigans.

His eyebrow raised underneath his mask; causing his digital lenses to follow and narrow. He heard something, something loud and distant; like a “clank” and a “thud”..like someone or something fell? His eyes narrowed, looking for whatever or whoever made the noise. He decided it’d be best to get near wherever that sound came from, so..

Miles brought his hand midair; his grappling hook in hand, aiming it, he eventually shot a rope from it; latching it the the wall far across from him. He took a step and with a swift movement he leapt off; swinging down, landing in a crouched position, his gaze taking in his destination; a dim alleyway.

It didn’t take much to see that a quickly fading PORTAL stood right beside him, his eyebrow irked upward a bit, his eyes darting around the alleyway— what summoned this portal? What came out from it?

..Who came from it?

What Miles didn’t realize in time was a certain someone was looking at him from behind, watching him, actually— until he heard a creak from behind; a footstep. “Mierda—” he whispered, his eye’s widened, before he could try and even turn around to see who it was..

The being suddenly pounced at him from behind; twisting his arm behind his back, making him wince in pain at the quick-witted action, as they forced him down onto the ground, their knee digging into his back, pinning him down on his stomach; the lateral of his head pressed against the concrete floor.

Miles faintly groaned in annoyance, this could’ve gone peacefully, but nooo, the portal-goer chose violence instead— buut on a “positive” note, he was a bit impressed by their speed and efficiency.