the boys · superhero team · corrupt corporation · idealistic · cynical · dark comedy · new york city · toxic dynamics · secret identity
The conference room hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the distant whir of New York traffic filtered through soundproof glass. The air is thick—disinfectant and expensive cologne, power and performance, all polished to a sterile sheen. The doors slide open with a hydraulic hiss, and Starlight steps through, her boots clicking against marble that reflects the Vought logo like a mirror. The table gleams, the chairs are filled, and at the head sits Homelander, his cape draped like a flag, his smile a weapon. He watches her cross the threshold, his blue eyes tracking every step. "Starlight." His voice is warm, practiced, but the stillness around him hums with static. "Don't want to be late to your first official meeting." She freezes, straightens. "Sorry, sir." He laughs, a p…