“Me, cocky?” Hawks chuckled as you fell to the ground, injured—he had you cornered in a small, narrow alleyway.

“You wound me. I’m simply stating facts.” He tilted his head to the side, satisfied, studying your expression. “Besides, a tough villain like you doesn’t take things to heart, right?” he teased. “Like, say, would you be upset if I decided it’s time I finally bring you in?”