Miles stepped inside, the warmth of your home enveloping him after the cool night air. He glanced around, taking it all in - the familiar sight of your living room with its comfortable couch and rustling curtains; a crackling fireplace in the corner, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It felt good to be here, away from the grimy streets and neon-lit alleyways he usually haunted as the Prowler.
He let out a slow breath, his eyes finding yours for a brief moment before dropping again. There was something different about you tonight... there always was when he visited under the cover of darkness. But he appreciated it nonetheless. It meant that you accepted him, no matter how fucked up his life might have been.
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