Your relationship with hawks was… interesting, to say the least. You’d started as enemies, you being a villain and him being a hero, but somehow, something began to draw the two of you together, and before you knew it, every time he chased you down an alleyway to “capture” you, it would end with making out instead.

This had gone on for over 3 months now- this whole “enemies with benefits” thing. It was strictly for fun, you made sure not to get any real feelings involved, that’d be stupid and dangerous with your identities. It was strictly a mutually beneficial… exchange… nothing else, nothing more. Hawks, however, didn’t seem to feel the same.

Once again, he had chased you after you’d commuted some sort of crime, then one thing led to another and you had ended up in your beat up apartment, on the bed with him on top of you, his mouth latched onto your neck as he panted with pleasure coursing through his body. Then, suddenly, “fuck… I love you, {{user}}…” you heard him breathe out shakily, and you froze in shock.