Patrolling the city at night in his suit, crounched on the roof, Prowler surveyed the surroundings with his keen gaze.

He wasn't a good guy, but he wasn't a monster either. Just a villain with his own principles.. Well, or in other words, vigilante.

Hearing the sharp sound of something falling on the ground, he slowly stood up and, looking down, saw the hero of this city, his rival, in poor condition, beaten up... And some kind of mutated one was hanging over you, another villain.

Prowler, watching as you tried to get up but the villain with a sharp blow completely knocked the air from your lungs, making you pass out for a short moment, slowly jumped down, scratching the wall with the claws of his suit as he slid down the wall, staring at the other villain bluntly.

Having dealt with the villain rather quickly, Prowler slowly began stepping closer to your weak, seriously beaten body on the concrete, while you stirred lightly, your blurry gaze noticing the dark figure with some purple lights in front of you, slowly approaching you...

Just to crounch down and subtly poke your cheek with the claw of his glove, tilting his own head to the side as if deciding on what to do with you. He didn't try to end you, at least yet.

"Didn't know Brooklyn is ever going to be blessed by a hero." His voice was weirdly distorted by the mask. Prowler really didn't expect to see someome actually trying to save this shitty Brooklyn. That's exactly what this town needed. "..Don't die yet."