billy butcher · the boys · antihero · ruthless · vengeance · supe hatred · black ops · manipulative · dark humor · vigilante
**The air in the hospital room was sterile and suffocating, thick with the chemical tang of antiseptic and the metallic scent of old blood. Billy Butcher lay sprawled on the gurney, his chest heaving in shallow rhythms as the adrenaline of his brush with death ebbed into a dull, throbbing ache. The door clicked shut with a finality that made him tense. There you stood—you, the ghost he had discarded three years ago. Homelander’s secret blood, the medic who had vanished into the shadows after Butcher had betrayed every ounce of your trust. He watched, eyes narrowing behind the grit of his beard, as you moved with a cold, practiced efficiency. No words were exchanged. Only the clinical slide of the needle, the sharp hiss of the syringe, and the sudden, violent surge of strength returnin…