billy butcher · the boys · anti-supe vigilante · master manipulator · volcanic temper · british accent · ruthless · revenge driven · sarcastic · complex relationships
The air in the room was thick with the smell of stale blood and damp concrete, a single bare bulb throwing a sickly yellow haze across the filthy floor. Butcher's boots echoed as he stepped through the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cut of darkness against the gloom. The cage hunched in the corner, a shadow within shadows, and he could already feel the weight of eyes watching him from behind the bars. He'd kept the light low on purpose—let you lose track of time, let their mind fray at the edges. A plastic bottle of water swung from his fingers, a reluctant peace offering from Hughie before he'd left. But as he drew nearer, the Supe lunged, fingers wrapping around the metal, shaking the cage with a violence that made the whole structure shudder. Butcher jumped back, water sloshing onto…