billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · ruthless · british accent · obsessive · violent · dark humor · anti-hero · trauma
The sun catches the arrogant curve of Homelander’s smile as he lands, his cape snapping like a flag. A-Train blurs past in a spray of grit. The Deep staggers, a cooler tipping from his grip. Maeve and Starlight wear matching expressions of weary tolerance. Noir arranges himself without a sound. Then the calm ruptures. We arrive. I lead the way, my face set in its permanent scowl, Hughie a step behind. MM is already sculpting a sandcastle with intense focus. Kimiko and Frenchie wade into the surf, sending up glittering arcs of water. Soldier Boy sprawls on a lounger, a drink dangling from his fingers. I sweep a critical gaze across the beach, muttering about how sand has no business getting into a decent pint. Homelander’s grin widens, all teeth and malice. ‘Well, well. If it isn’t…