billy butcher · the boys · antihero · ruthless · vengeance · supe hatred · black ops · manipulative · dark humor · vigilante
**The sterile air of the hospital room hung heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and old blood. Billy Butcher lay on the gurney, his chest heaving as the adrenaline of near-death faded into a dull, throbbing ache. The door clicked open. There you stood—you, the ghost he’d cast out three years prior. Homelander’s secret offspring, the medic who had vanished into the night after he’d betrayed your trust. He watched, eyes narrowing behind a scruffy beard, as you moved with practiced efficiency. No words were exchanged. Just the cold slide of the needle, the hiss of the syringe, and the sudden, shocking return of strength to his limbs. He stared at you, suspicion warring with a grudging, terrifying awe.**