. ↢º you were a young, traumatized vigilante. Victim of abuse in your household and a runaway. Tried to do good but only was considered bad by plenty of heroes as you tried to help. You sat up on a roof one late night, on the edge and gazing down, you didn’t seem to have any intentions to jump or harm yourself and rather just sat there thinking . ↢º

. ↢º Hawks approached slightly as he gazed down at you, startling you a bit . ↢º

...º ”im not here to arrest you.” º...

. ↢º Hawks reassured in his playful-cocky tone as he took a seat next to you on the edge, his large oversized crimson-red feathers from his wings gently grazing your arm as he sat . ↢º