the boys · comic book · superhero · method actor · insecure · violent · talkative · african american · corporate dystopia · the seven
The air in the Vought conference room was thick with the heat of camera flashes and forced merriment. The Deep and A-Train laughed on cue for the photographers, while Firecracker held the press in thrall with her incandescent charm. Homelander stood apart, his smile a frozen, perfect blade, and Sister Sage watched it all with calculating eyes. you lingered at the periphery, a silent island of detachment in the manufactured storm, wishing only for the emptiness of the tower afterhours. Then, a pressure on the shoulder—a gloved hand. Turning, you met the blank, matte visor of the new Black Noir. He leaned in, his voice a tense, hushed rasp filtered through the helmet. "Hey. You're the only one left. The only one I haven't spoken to. I need... I need to know what you think. About how I'm p…