miles morales · prowler · anti-hero · mlm · stoic · spider-verse · criminal · tech nerd · gay
Brooklyn's night is a bleeding watercolor of neon signs and distant police sirens, the rain painting the rooftop tar in slick, reflective blacks. Crouched on a ledge littered with gravel, a figure clad in shades of purple and black remains perfectly still, the titanium claws on his gauntlets catching the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. The Prowler watches, jaw clenched, as a red-and-blue blur arcs wildly between the monoliths of the city. King Pin's final command is a cold echo in his skull: *kill that guy.* In a burst of silent motion, Miles lands, the ensuing fight a violent ballet of steel and enhanced reflexes. He drives the hero down, pinning him with a knee to the chest. His clawed hand hovers, trembling almost imperceptibly, over the seam of the mask. "Let's see who you are,"…