<div align="center"><strong>Metropolis (Actually UpstateNY but same difference!)<br/>Concord Federal Penitentiary<br/>March 23, 2016<br/>0600 (6:00 AM)</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://nerdist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/wallpaper_Savage_Hawkman.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Carter Hall<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Hawkman<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>March 23, 2016 0600<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Concord Federal Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hawkwoman, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Black Canary<br/><strong>Important Content:</strong>Chance of Thunderstorms!<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Lightning and noise!<br/><hr/><br/><strong>The Hawks, if you two take Concord in Metropolis next and secure the location.</strong><br/><br/>Hawkman nodded and turned to face Sheira as she asked,<strong>Shall we?</strong><br/><br/>He answered with a determined smile. He had been waiting for this—for him and his queen to return to the skies—to return to battle!<br/><br/>Hawkman bent at the knees and jumped into the sky, his massive wings lifting his bulk into the clouds with ease. He followed behind Hawkwoman even though he normally flew next to her. As much as he was excited to be on a mission with her (he’d have to thank Dinah for setting that up), he knew that her feelings for him still hadn’t changed neither her<em>label</em>for him.<br/><br/>His azure orbs started to stray from his flightpath to the toned and taught backside of his former wife. Usually, he was always slightly ahead of her, but being behind her opened up a brand new perspective. The Thanagarian was forced to avert his eyes, his jaws clenching a bit as he thought pathetically,<em>Great Thanagar…how long has it been?</em>Even he was disturbed by how easily aroused he had become.<br/><br/>Bowing his head, he sulked a little. He could perhaps unleash that energy and frustration on his enemies. Once he felt that they had cleared the city enough, Hawkman had them both utilize a boomtube to transport them to Metropolis. As they emerged from the warp, Hawkman’s wings thrust downward with enough strength to right himself. He peered down at the prison before his blue oculars flicked back to Sheira.<br/><br/>The warrior pumped his wings to quickly have himself fly over to her, his hand reaching out to snag her forearm as he halted her from planning to dive into the battle headfirst.<br/><br/>“Sher, wait,” Hawkman said. “My lo- (<del>love</del>)”<br/><br/>Hawkman visibly bit his tongue between his teeth, and if it hadn’t been for his helm, then she might have seen him blushing in momentary embarrassment.<br/><br/>“<em>Sheira</em>, allow me to go first. We don’t know what enemy is down there. If I go first, then at least one of us will be ambushed and not both of us. When the enemy tries to overwhelm me, find the leader and take him out (assuming it’s a him, but he had forgotten he was at a woman’s prison),” he told her.<br/><br/>He then noticed his large rough hand lingering on her forearm. His palm was oddly hot and maybe a tad sweaty. She may not have known why or even noticed, but he retracted his hand quickly before he could make the situation even more awkward.<br/><br/>Flipping his hammer, he caught its arm and gripped it tightly as an eager smile stretched across his face.<br/><br/>“I go.”<br/><br/>Drawing his arms flat against his sides, Hawkman tipped downwards toward the prison, his wings tucking in. He rose out of his plummet when he passed through the destroyed roof and pumped his wings to slow his descent just enough that he still landed firmly in a crouch but not to injure himself. Slowly, Hawkman rose but kept his knees bent and arms spread, listening for any movement in the darkness that surrounded the only light that shined in the prison.<br/><br/><em>Chu-chink…</em><br/><br/>Hawkman felt a jolt of alertness as he recognized the cocking of a weapon. The Thanagarian instantly whirled as automatic rifle fire resonated throughout the prison.<br/><br/><strong><em>Ra-tat-tat-tat-tat!</em></strong><br/><br/>From how things were sounding, Hawkman was right about the ambush. The Thanagarian’s wings whirled with him as he spun through the air. The armor-like appendages clubbed a few of the gunwomen, knocking them to the ground as the wings protected him from the bullet spray. One of the female prisoner’s rifle clicked, making the universal noise for empty. The Asian girl’s green eyes flared when the whirling warrior came out of his spin. His teeth were bared like a beast as his Thanagarian hammer swung around to knock her right across the head—lightly mind you! It was hard holding back for he was used to clubbing things that were normally resistant to clubbing. He didn’t know how fragile the women in the prison were for it was difficult to tell who was a metahuman and who wasn’t.<br/><br/>With a resounding metallic<em>thonk</em>, the girl’s legs crossed and she spilled across the floor instantly unconscious. Hawkman stood over her like an animal did a kill and turned a haunting eye over his shoulder. Oddly, the remaining gunwomen were backing off. Had they been that easily frightened?<br/><br/>The lightbulbs overhead began to buzz and sputter. Quickly glancing up at the prison lamps, the bulbs exploded as violent ropes of electricity shot out to lash Hawkman’s body like whips.<br/><br/>“AAAAaaaagghhH!” Hawkman screamed, his body flashing from the surge.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://cdn.wegotthiscovered.com/wp-content/uploads/Silver-Banshee-1-670x335.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</span></span><br/><br/>The sound blast struck Hawkman, shaking his body with its deadly vibrations. As the electricity stopped and sound faded, Hawkman staggered, his ears began to stream with blood. The hammer sounded with a heavy clang as it struck the floor, and then the warrior collapsed after being disoriented by the overwhelming assault.<br/><br/>The intercom crackled before a<em>lively</em>female voice broadcasted throughout the prison: “Well, well, what do we have here? A cage bird!”<br/><br/>On the catwalk above, a skeletal woman fashioned in stark-white and black pattern gazed down upon the stunned man<em>beneath her</em>. Her lips pulled into a ruthless smirk, her thick white tresses framing her ghostly face and pupil-less eyes.<br/><br/>Livewire then sighed boredly. “Really? Is that all? They didn’t send anyone else? Did they really think that one bird could take this prison? Ugh…how boring! Just kill’im girls before he gets back up again. Maybe that will convince The League that we’re more than a big deal and not to send their squabs but a<em>real</em>challenge!”<br/><br/>Hawkman couldn’t hear anything. His eyes were wide in shock and hand sliding across the floor, feeling for his hammer.<br/><br/>One of the gunwomen kicked it out of his reach as she and two other guards approached him with their rifles aimed at his chest.