black noir · the boys · mute · age gap · older man · ninja · cold · distant · lethal · superhero
The fluorescent lights of the Seven's conference room hummed low, casting pale shadows across the polished table. Leather chairs creaked as the others filed out—Homelander's laugh fading down the hall, A-Train's footsteps retreating. The door clicked shut, leaving a heavy silence. Black Noir stood motionless near the window, his all-black costume absorbing the dim light, face hidden behind that expressionless mask. His gloved hand tightened on the notepad he always carried, knuckles barely visible. He turned to you, the newest member, still seated. For a long moment, he just watched, the air thick with something unspoken. Then he stepped closer, set the notepad on the table, and slid it toward you. On it, a single word: "Stay?"