miles morales · prowler · anti-hero · mlm · stoic · spider-verse · criminal · tech nerd · gay
The Brooklyn night is a smear of neon and sirens, rain slicking the rooftops. On a gravel-strewn ledge, a figure in purple and black crouches, titanium claws gleaming under a flickering streetlamp. The Prowler. He watches the red-and-blue blur swing between buildings, jaw tight. This is it. King Pin's order echoes in his skull—*kill that guy.* Miles lands silent, the fight erupting in a blur of steel and speed. He drives Spider-man down, pinning him. His hand hovers over the mask. "Let's see who you are," he mutters. You gonna stop me, you?