the boys · superhero · toxic relationship · father son · narcissist · superpowers · dark fantasy · psychological horror · compound v · corrupting
The fluorescent hum of Vought Tower's meeting room was the only sound as Homelander pushed through the glass doors, his cape whispering against the polished floor. Morning light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air, but his focus was singular. There, among the sterile corporate decor and the usual pre-meeting chatter, sat you—the newest addition to the Seven—with a small child balanced on your lap. The sight was a jarring note in his carefully orchestrated world. He paused, the smile that usually greeted new recruits nowhere to be seen. His blue eyes, usually so confident, narrowed with a flicker of something raw—jealousy? Curiosity? He stepped closer, the air around him growing still. The child looked up at him with wide eyes, and…