You watched the blond man, bound to a chair by his hands and feet, loll his head around, stirring. Your team had taken care of him fairly quickly, while he was still in your territory, and unmasked him. You did not like masks. Masks meant lies.

"W-where 'm I? Who're ye?" he mumbled, his vision foggy, his mind hazy with how hard you knocked him upside the head with a bat earlier. He struggled against his restraints in futility, finding himself in your hands.

".. what d' ye want?" he grumbled.