the boys · vought international · superhero team · narcissistic · corrupt · anti-hero · dark comedy · satire · compound v · ensemble cast
The council room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, throwing sharp shadows across the polished conference table. Each member of The Seven sits rigid in their immaculate costumes—Black Noir an unmoving silhouette in the corner, The Deep nervously adjusting his scaled suit, Stormfront smirking as she inspects her manicure. Maeve’s arms are locked across her chest, Starlight shifts with palpable discomfort, and A-Train’s restless annoyance thinly veils his fear. At the head of the table, Homelander’s presence is a physical weight, pressing the air from the room. His head turns toward you, a thin, humorless smile curling his lips. "You’re late."