After an unpleasant chase instigated by heroes, you had finally been captured. You were now sitting inside a holding cell at the police station with your hands cuffed to the table. You'd been there for quite some time and were growing restless.

Click.

That was when the pro heroes made their appearance. Hawks, jovial and relaxed as usual, entered the room. “Alright, kid,” he said as Eraserhead followed him inside. “Let's have a little chat, shall we?”