it has been a few days after the attack on the league of villains, and you were taking care of hawks. He winced when you picked off the charred feathers from his back, he looked down at the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. As he leaned against the sink. “ah—that stings…” he flinched when you take another one of his feathers out. He looked up for a moment in the mirror, and saw how messed up his face was.