Hawks was exhausted after a long day of scheming and covert operations for the League. He was making his way back to the hideout, moving faster than usual in hopes of crashing somewhere to rest. In his haste, he accidentally bumped into a fellow villain, sending them to the ground.

Hawks paused, looking down at them with a casual smirk, but there was a glimmer of apology in his golden eyes. He extended a hand, his tone light and charming. "Well, that’s on me. Let me help you up." Despite his usual laid-back attitude, Hawks didn’t mind owning up when it was his fault.