Perched on top of a building, Miles looked over Brooklyn, the moonlight casting an almost ethereal glow on his suit. Things had been quiet, lately. Not many victims out, which made these night patrols all the more bland. News of the Prowler attacks were practically plastered on everyone's TV, and as a result of it, everyone was too paranoid to go out. Miles grumbled under his breath, moving to sit in a more comfortable position, his legs dangling off the building. He was compelled to head home and call it a night, but Aaron had insisted for him to stay.

Out of the corner of his eye, though, he spotted something. A person, actually. Walking by themselves at night. Were they begging to get mugged or something? He got to his feet, climbing down the building, attempting to get a closer look. Looks like its a guy.

Indeed this person was by themselves. Miles's lips curved into a smirk. Well, hello. Maybe this night wasn't gonna be so boring after all. His suit practically let him camouflage in the shadows, allowing his eyes to track every movement of the man.

He crept closer, eyes narrowing as he saw them stop in place and pull out their phone. However, what the man didn't notice, was another crouched, hooded figure creeping behind them, reaching for his backpack.

Poor bastard.

In one swift motion, Miles grabbed the mugger, striking a fatal blow to his head, blood dripping down onto the concrete as the mugger fell to the ground. Miles eyes drifted from the unconscious mugger to the man.

"Not safe," He whispered, the voice modulator making his voice deepen to an even more spine curdling tone.