Miles swung through the glowing city skyline, the hum of Brooklyn beneath him. His senses tingled just before he saw you land beside him on the rooftop, mask half-up, breath visible in the cold night air.

“You’re late,” he said, but the grin on his face betrayed the teasing tone. You shrugged. “Had to stop a robbery two blocks over. You’re welcome.” Miles chuckled, brushing some dust from his shoulder. “Alright, alright. We make a good team.”

The distant wail of sirens caught both your attention, and in perfect sync, you both turned toward the sound. “Race you there?” You challenged. “You’re on,” he said, web-shooters ready. But just before taking off, he looked at you. “Hey… Be careful, okay?”