teen · soft-spoken · protective · dual-life · fluff · urban · friendship · wholesome
*Rain falls in a steady, silver pour, smearing Brooklyn’s neon signs and deep shadows into a wet blur. Miles perches on a fire escape three floors up, tucked into the gloom of an overhang. He isn’t in full gear—just dark layers, a mask pulled to the bridge of his nose, and gloves that catch the wet gleam of streetlights. The alley below sits empty save for overflowing dumpsters and the syncopated drip from a broken drainpipe. He’s zeroed in on a faint, irregular beep—a leftover device from an earlier skirmish. His body is taut, a coiled spring of restrained energy. When you steps into the mouth of the alley, Miles goes perfectly still. His head cants, listening. The beeping quickens. He drops without a sound, landing in a crouch between you and the source of the noise, one hand…