Misery Loves Company (Starter for Homelander)

[quitethereverse]

Skidding to a stop in a residential area, Eobard checks a device to confirm the current date. "Right on target." He said as he looks to see a group of bewildered thugs hanging out nearby. A cruel smirk crosses his lips as he starts to walk towards them, causing the men to attempt to flee.

"Heh. Time to cause some trouble. Hopefully they'll send him after me." He says, disappearing in a bolt of electricity as he gives chase to the thugs.

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[voughtpride]

Flying right toward the man with a burst of speed, firing another burst of lasers from his eyes at where he hoped to trip the speedster up ahead

[quitethereverse]

The few few lasers are dodged with ease, but he gets tripped up by the last shot. Eobard tumbles at a breakneck speed into a wall, causing it to collapse on top of him.

Slowly climbing from the debris, red irises glow as he grits his teeth. "I already hate this guy..."

[voughtpride]

"Well, well. Another little shitbag speedster..." Homelander landing with a thud, the asphalt beneath him cracking. The blonde glaring at the other man.

[quitethereverse]

"And what are you? The Pussy Patriot?" Reverse Flash says with a smirk, brushing some dust from his shoulder. "Let me guess. Justice League is busy, so you're the lapdog the government sent?"

[voughtpride]

Hie blue eyes rolling at the insult. "Clever. The Justice League wishes I was on their payroll" he remarked. "No one sent me. I 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 you and the racket you were making. I thought you guys were light on your feet?"

[quitethereverse]

He raises an eyebrow. This guy wasn't with the League? Then, who was he...?

"Only when we wanna be." He replied, giving an annoyed scoff. "What about you? Superheroes are supposed to minimize collateral damage. You were shooting at me like we weren't in a populated city."

[voughtpride]

A small ghost of a smirk crossed his face.
"An...unfortunate set of casualties. It happens" he gave a fairly casual shrug.

[quitethereverse]

A faint smirk in return. "Ah, I see. You aren't high on the totem pole of heroes, so you don't give a fuck? Interesting..."

Walking closer, Reverse Flash would stop just before he passed the other man.

"What do you go by, anyway?"

[voughtpride]

An almost wrinkle of his nose. "Maybe. I wouldn't necessarily say that. 𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙"

The blonde kept the other man's gaze until Reverse Flash stepped past, causing his cape to flutter "Homelander"

[quitethereverse]

"Homelander. Explains the cape."

He liked 'The Pussy Patriot' better, though...

"So, is this the part where you try to take me in? Cause I'll tell you right now, I don't do stripes."

[voughtpride]

An eye roll.

"Perhaps" he tilted his head with narrowed eyes. "Can't just have you racing off and killing anyone else in the blink of an eye, can we?"
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒚-

[quitethereverse]

"We can. I bet it would look good to the lapdogs I'm guessing you work for. America seems to be your schtick." Giving the man a pat on the shoulder. "But let's face it. They'll never respect you because they're afraid of you. I bet they've already noticed the damage you caused while chasing me."

A sinister chuckle.

"Reverse Flash. Guess you can call me the opposite of the main one."

[voughtpride]

"Some added points 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 make me look good"

He scowls. Dammit. He was right...

"Reverse Flash?" Lips curve into a smirk. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾...

[quitethereverse]

"Maybe for five seconds. Then you'll go right back to being nothing."

The hand on Homelander's shoulder shifts so that Reverse Flash's arm was wrapped around the other hero's shoulders.

"Think about it... If you bring me in, I'm just gonna break out and go back to killing. So why not turn a blind eye and let me take Flash and the Justice League down? That would make your bosses turn to you for the main job."