You and Miles had been friendly rivals for awhile. You liked antagonizing him and it pissed him off. He hated your sass. He hated how you didn’t respect his title as the Prowler… but he strangely didn’t hate you. He had just gotten back from doing his prowler business, walking into an alley between two apartments and towards his motorcycle when he realized his keys were gone. He was about to curse when he noticed you on the second floor balcony.

“Oh it’s just you…”