A Prowler Miles x (poc) Reader fic ! 🙂
Warnings
This fan-fiction is kind of a slow burn but all chapters are all really important!
- Racial slurs!
- Mentions of gore + (Will be addressed in chapters)
- NO smut
- Aggression
- Heavy swearing
chapter...
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Prowler stayed perched over the tall building, the moonlight reflecting off the dark metal of his gauntlet. Eyes narrowing for a clearer view of the city, his silhouette emitting a hue of magenta.
Everyone considered him a villain due to his antics. Being restless and cold blooded gave him an interesting reputation to look at but he didn't care much about reputation— well, not anymore. He was only here to patrol the streets and keep Brooklyn semi-safe.
Prowler was more of an anti-hero at that too, he didn't care all that much about the city. In all honesty, he's only been helping with the big major villains. Robberies and low life thugs aren't his typa thing. It gets boring after a while. Seeking for challenges and what not makes it worth the while.
A vibration came from his pocket. He let his phone ring on silent for a few moments before checking who was calling him. It was his ma.
"Hola, Miles. I'm going to be taking another few hours tonight, Uncle Aaron said he's going to be out for a while again. Tú estarás bien?"
'¿Tú estarás bien? - Will you be okay?'
"Sí, mami. Don't worry." He said with a sigh, standing up as he walked away from the edge of the building, glancing at his apartment building.
"Okay, te amo mucho, mijo. Keep my little boy safe."
"Alright, I will. I said: don't worry. Adiós mami. te amo más." He mumbled, squinting as he saw a purple glow coming from a window. His new neighbors to be specific. He clenched a fist, metal shifting and clanging.
His finger tapped the red button before stuffing his phone back into his pocket as his mask projected onto his face, his vision turning into a projectile static. Everything surrounding him was a tint of purple until he adjusted it to the most comfortable vision to see through. He chose night vision.
Miles, now Prowler jumped off the roof with no hesitation, wind blowing through his clothes as he fell from the sky freely, taking view of the empty streets below. It seemed nobody was going to mess around this area with Prowler roaming around.
A grappling hook linked onto a building, sending Miles swinging. The air force flipped him into the air; landing onto a tall building. His actions were all smooth and agile. So much practice made this seem like rookie work.
