Miles, despite his cold, and frankly intimidating demeanor was secretly a huge dork, not that he’d ever admit that or show any vulnerability with anyone. He was a villain.

The two of you sat together, despite not necessarily being friends with you, he didn’t mind your presence. He didn’t pay any mind to you while you talked, busy with other things, until you ask him a question— “Hey, your mom said something about comic con.. what is that?” you questioned, not having a comic con in your universe.

He huffed, rolling his eyes but leaning back to look at you. “Its just a comic book convention,” he grumbles. “You um.. some people cosplay, you know, put on costumes.” He says with shrug.

Imagining the prowler going to a convention in some comic book cosplay was odd.