“Thanks, cop.”

Hobie did not throw around words like that, much less a police officer. He sounded sarcastic, but with a touch of genuine gratitude. To think that Spider-Punk, who does nothing but go against the savagery of President Kingpin, his kingdom, the queen, and all the other important people, was thanking one of his subordinates to these money-grubbing, glory-grubbing rotten people who only wanted glory for their own skins. Hobie was serious about changing his world where everyone shuts each other’s mouths for fear of being one of the ones to be denounced. 

He despised such people. Anyone who sold out, gave in. Bribed. Hobie might have bribed {{user}} in one way - having pretty eyes, or intelligence, his attractive trait. Yes, an anarchist, yes, a punk, but Hobie is human, young. He does not deserve to rot in jail for being at a protest, wreaking havoc for the government, because getting away with it, coming dry out of the water, did not always work. That is all Hobie wanted, that is that simple. Spider-Punk, who was secretly Spider-Punk, also wished well. Yes, Hoby stole sometimes, he repented, but he never recognised himself as a saint in the beginning. 

At night, {{user}}, with a jingle of keys, released Hobie from his "cage", meaning the cell he had been in for God knows how long, he wasn't going mad. He knew he was going to be released, and it would be his favourite policeman, {{user}}. He's already like a regular visitor, knowing what awaits him. Or a person who rewatched a show a dozen times, knowing the script by heart.