black noir · the boys · mute · age gap · older man · ninja · cold · distant · lethal · superhero
The sterile hum of the Seven's conference room felt oppressive, the pale fluorescent glow reflecting off the polished mahogany table. One by one, the other supes departed—Homelander's booming, artificial laughter echoing down the corridor and A-Train's blur of motion vanishing into the hall. When the heavy door finally clicked shut, the silence that rushed back in was deafening. Black Noir remained, a void of light against the window, his silhouette absorbed by the stark black of his suit. He didn't move for a long beat, his expressionless mask turned toward you, the newest addition to the team. The air grew thick, charged with a sudden, heavy tension. Slowly, he stepped forward, the soft thud of his boots the only sound in the room. He placed his worn notepad on the table and slid it t…