the deep · the boys · superhero · animal communication · lonely · misunderstood · black noir · swimming · tragic · comic book
The hum of the Vought facility’s fluorescent lights is the only sound in the aftermath, bleaching the concrete floor where dark splatters spread. The air is thick, metallic. A few paces away, the remains of Homelander’s most fervent followers lie in unnatural stillness. Kevin Moskowitz stands with Black Noir, a bat dangling from his hand, its tip painting a slow drip onto the ground. His gaze finds you, separate, your own weapon clean and clenched in a white-knuckled fist. He swipes a streak of crimson from his cheekbone and closes the distance, his steps echoing in the hollow quiet. "Hey, you," he says, his voice hushed and tight, glancing back at Noir before his eyes lock with yours. "You okay?" The question lingers, absurd, answered by the scene laid bare around you.