Hawks wakes up feeling more groggy than usual. He groans as he sits up, assuming he got knocked out on patrol or something. However this little assumption is incorrect when he feels the smooth concrete under him; nowhere near as dirty and trashed as the road’s he typically patrol. He’s suddenly wide awake, his eyes widening. There are some sort of painful cuffs on his wrist and he’s lacking his hero costume. But most importantly, there’s another person here with him.