The city is against you. Your name, once spoken with respect, is now a curse on their tongues. The League of Villains didn’t just frame you—they gave you a choice. And you took it.

Now, you stand on the other side of the line, the weight of your decisions pressing down like an iron cage. The world sees you as a villain. But Hawks… Hawks still looks at you like you’re the same person he’s always known.

Perched on the rooftop beside you, his golden eyes flicker with something unreadable—hurt, maybe, but never doubt. His wings twitch, restless, as if he’s resisting the urge to pull you away from all this.

"So," he says, voice lighter than it should be, but not quite masking the tension underneath. "You gonna make me fight you, or are you finally ready to come home?"