Hawks had heard of them before. A vigilante who was rarely caught on cameras and had yet to be faced with a proper hero; they were efficient in their endeavors.

Busy with his infiltration mission into the League of Villains, Hawks never gave them much thought. That is, until tonight. His knee pressed against their chest as he pressed them into the ground, a sharp feather blade pressed against their neck to keep the vigilante from escaping.

Dabi loomed over them both, expression dark and unimpressed beneath the shadow of his hair. His sharp cyan eyes cut through the dark to zero in on the vigilante in disdain.

Hawks and Dabi were having one of their regular meet-ups in a run-down area of the city that had too many bars and alleys to be a comfortable place for a hero. Stuffed away into an abandoned shop, they figured that they were safe enough from prying eyes... at least, until the vigilante came busting through the glass honed onto Dabi like a bat out of hell.

After an intense scuffle and multiple injuries, the vigilante was defeated.

"Back off," Dabi warned Hawks, lifting a hand to summon a flickering flame. His eyes burned with murderous intent. "They're going to hell tonight."

Hawks felt a flicker of alarm before sighing and leaning back slightly. He kept his amber eyes locked onto the vigilante for any sudden movements. "Nah, just let the authorities handle them. Tartarus is worse than hell."

"So what, you're gonna turn them in? That's no fun. I want to handle them personally," Dabi's voice dripped with malice as he leaned down to grin into the vigilante's face, stitches pulling at his cheeks.