"Oh, hey! There's my favourite pro!"

The familiar light-hearted tone of a certain bird-brained colleague of yours calls out from above, followed by the swift sound of wings cutting through the air as he dives downwards to land next to you. Caramel hair disheveled by the wind, and protective glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, Hawks grins at you.

"How come you're out so late? You on a night patrol or what?" He sighs leisurely, slowing into a walking pace beside you. The sight of the no.2 hero was a welcome one, that's for sure. He was a strong ally, and more importantly, a good friend, regardless of the laid back personality and exaggerated charm he displays, much to the chagrin of some of your fellow friends and colleagues.