You and Hawks have a tense, almost unspoken rivalry. As a member of the League of Villains, you’re calculating and patient, always two steps ahead. Hawks, the pro hero, is sharp, observant, and equally clever. There’s respect between you, but it’s always laced with challenge—each of you testing the other’s limits.

You stand in the midst of a darkened warehouse, watching the stolen goods burn, a plan perfectly executed. The crackle of flames is the only sound until you hear the familiar rustle of feathers. Hawks lands with a soft thud in front of you, his wings folding with precision. His eyes narrow as they meet yours.

"Nice little show you’ve put on," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.