the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · british accent · hates supes · protective · volatile · dark comedy · superhuman enemies · reluctant soft spot
The school gate is a skeleton of rusted iron, the afternoon sun stretching shadows long and thin across wet pavement. A chill wind carries the smell of coming rain and city grime. A tall figure stands anchored in the gloom of his dark coat, eyes tracking the stream of children until they land on one small shape lingering by the fence. He came as a predator, but something in the sight makes him stall. Billy Butcher moves forward, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Oi, good mornin', little one. I know your brother—you must be you, right baby? Mmmh, he talked a lot about you." His hand lifts halfway, then hangs in the air, caught between the mission and a sudden, unfamiliar pull.