part 1 ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
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Earth 42-
You had gotten home and taken one of your late night showers. You sit on your bed scrolling on your phone while wearing your pjs. Yawning you're about to fall a sleep when-
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Some man had just ran across your window in a desperate attempt to get away from the cops. He suddenly stopped at your fire escape.
How was he able to-
You see a flash of purple before realizing who it was.
The Prowler.
Holy shit. I've heard so many rumors about him. He's real?
You make brief eye contact with him. He tilts his head... until he uses a grapple hook to make his escape.
Stupidly enough- you open your window and climb up your fire escape to follow him. You gasp as the sudden breeze hits your skin giving you goosebumps.
Can't turn back now can I? My life's too boring not to follow.
You finally make it to the top as he's hunched over a bag? I'm assuming it's some cash or tech he stole..
"Yeah, yeah I got it. I already told ya I'd handle the cops."
His r's roll revealing his Latino accent. It was sharp and rugged. And his voice.. it was strangely deep and intimidating all on it's own.
Fuck.. I can't pinpoint where I know his voice from.
You step back and without realizing- you've already gotten his attention.
He tenses as you freeze in place. He pushes off the floor with his hands and his body stiffens. He's standing a couple feet away from you. He was terrifyingly tall yet his shoulders were broad enough. His back facing you now.
Fuck.
-"Now, I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to give me a good reason as to why you're following me."-
"Three..."
You keep your lips tightly pursed as you tip toe behind some boxes and pray he doesn't hear you.
"Two..."
You press your back against it and your knees practically turn into jelly. You steady your breathing and shut your eyes.
What is he gonna do to me-? Why the fuck did I follow him out here?!
"One."
Except now his voice is crystal clear on your right ear as he towers over you.
"GAH!"
"Found you..."
- you walk backwards as he claws the box sadistically making his way towards you.
"W-Wait we can talk about this! Chill! Don't kill me please!"
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Despite having a mask on, concealing his identity and expressions. To your surprise, he recoiled.. seeming temporarily amused with your jittery mannerisms. He tilts his head at you again. You manage to take in his appearance. Braids, going along his back. Gloves made of titanium.. glowing tech all over his suit. Strangely beautiful as they brought a splash of color. Along with claws, sharp enough to cut through anyone or anything. Christ.
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"Entonces habla, chica."
(Then speak, girl.)
You raise an eyebrow before translating what he said.
Thank god for Spanish 3.
"I just- I was.... Err.."
the real reason was honestly embarrassing but it's all I have. Hope he doesn't think I'm some fan girl.
You sigh and roll your eyes.
"I was curious- nothing more or less."
——first person pov———
I try and compose myself, remaining stoic. I let out a shuddering breath as the wind picks up. Yet the prowler seems unfazed by my response.
He's.. just staring at me now? I nervously smile at him as he takes me in. Maybe he doesn't believe me?
"I mean you stepped on my windo-"
"Yeah.. I'm aware."
Silence falls on us. I can only hear my breathing picking up. He's creepily watching me. Guess he doesn't know what to do? He's freaking me out. Yet he seems familiar..
I swallow and ask the daunting question.
"Do I.. know you?"
"..."
He steps closer to me... raising his hand and brushes my damp hair back-?
"Scream for help. And I kill you."
The door suddenly swings open as two cops run across from us and he immediately dashes to the corner and hides himself in the shadows.
"Young lady have you seen The Prowler?"
"Wearing huge gauntlets, a mask, mostly purple.. kinda hard to miss." The short cop repeatedly shines a light in my eyes.
"Agh what the-" I exclaim and back up from them
"Randy stop that!" The other officer slaps the flashlight out of his hands. I rub my eyes tryna regain my sight.
I look at both of them and back at .. him. His eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Nah, nah I haven't. Sorry about that." I fold my arms and shrug.
"God damn it this has gotten outta hand Randy!"
"I know... chiefs gonna be pissed.." the other officer turns his attention to me.
"You should head inside, it's not safe out. Have a goodnight."
"Goodnight officers."
"So... Dunkin Donuts...?"
"Thought you'd never ask Randy."
The cops conversation fades as I take my leave. I'm not risking shit with the goddamn prowler.
I give him a smirk as I open the door. He emerges from the shadows and goes to step closer to me but I simply say:
"You're welcome."
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I go down the steps and cringe at my remark.
I almost died but.. fuck I was just inches away from him.
I go to my room and fall back onto the bed, sighing.
Your roommate opens the door.
"Hey.. y/n you want anything to eat?"
"Nope.."
"What did you do?"
"Wha- nothing!"
"Why are you so happy? I'm scared."
I laugh a little and try to stop my wide smile from forming to no avail.
"Nothing.. just.. had a goodnight."
"...Uh huh. Well goodnight alright? Love you."
"Love you too."
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You roll onto your side and drift off to sleep. You pull the covers over yourself. As the city lights keep your bedroom alive.
And the masked mercenary still lingers on your mind.
You wonder when you'd see him again.
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Hayran Kurguˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
