save_them | Misery Loves Company (Starter for Homelander)

A commotion and clamor would hit his ears from a bit of a ways away. He groaned. He was in the middle of an autograph session with some kids.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺.

A brow twitch, but he ignores what hes hearing for now.
"Photo op, kiddos?"

Meanwhile, Eobard steps out of an alley. His body surges with electricity as his red eyes glow, leaving the thugs behind. The men are all drastically aged, their life force absorbed as they lay dying.

"Not enough... I need to make more noise..."

Breaking into another run, Eobard zooms down several blocks towards the downtown district.

He posed with the kids before taking on an unreadable expression. Just what the hell- that noise...a death rattle, something he's used to hearing, but the noise prior gave him pause. Something he wasn't entirely familiar with.

Suddenly, a large gust of wind disrupts the photo op. A yellow streak moves through the streets and up a large building, surely taking the attention of nearby civilians.

A man in a yellow suit stands on top of the building, pointing his arms towards another and clapping his hands together. The resulting soundwave destroys the windows of the adjacent building, causing a panic!

Whipping around at the commotion, his cape billowed as he moved in front of the children with a scowl. Spotting the figure in yellow and flying off toward them as people screamed and began to flee below them.

There wasn't enough time to get them help, not that he really cared.

"Hahaha! Come out and play, Barry!" Eobard bellowed, sending another soundwave towards a different building. Surely, this would get his attention!

However, he spots a caped figure flying towards him. Superman? No... This was someone else. With a slight scowl, he breaks into a run, speeding down the building to the main road.

Homelander followed him, his eyes aglow as he fired several short bursts of crimson beams, only hitting the afterimage of where this man in yellow was moments ago.

"Fucker-"

The lasers narrowly miss as he dodges, turning his head to look up at his pursuer and raising a middle finger.

"Try a little harder, Boy Scout!"

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

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..."

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

"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?"

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?"

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."

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

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?"

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"

Edited (Typo) 2025-08-24 19:25 (UTC)

"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."

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-

"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."

"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...

"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."

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜...
His jaw clenched slightly. He wasn't...he was far from nothing. Although Vought had a fucked up way of showing appreciation for the beast they made.

Homelander stared ahead. Blue eyes seeming to consider his offer. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧...
The Seven's competition was the Justice League, after all...so why not?

"How do I know you won't fuck me over in the long run, eh?" Now turning his head to meet the man's gaze

"Because I only want Barry. Why would I offer to take out the rest of the League otherwise? As a favor for you."

Meeting Homelander's gaze, Eobard would trail a finger along the hero's jawline.

"C'mon. Let me go free, I do my job, then we act like nothing happened."

Homelander's body tensed as he almost let out a groan at the other man's touch. His jaw clenched as he exhaled through his nose...slowly.

"Fine" he managed after a moment. "Go on before the news crews get on this mess. I can handle the press no problem"

Noticing Homelander's tension, Reverse Flash gives a devious grin. The finger trails from the hero's jawline to his chest.

"I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. I'll be in touch, Homelander. Hopefully sooner, rather than later."

A wink, before the man zooms off in a yellow streak, leaving a gust of wind in his wake.

Whatever breath he was holding, he released as Reverse Flash darted away, making his cape ripple.
Blue eyes glanced around at the rubble and debris from their brief encounter before.

It was a brief matter of time later and the news crews descended. In that time, Homelander would act as if he was looking for any survivors in a faux seriousness that he had perfected over the years.

Running up a tall building, Reverse Flash stops at the top to watch the commotion down below. He crosses his arms with an evil smirk.

"A hero who not only doesn't give a damn about the damage he causes, but also secretly has a bad attitude?"

He laughs. "Homelander... I like you. But to hold up my end of the deal, I'm gonna need some help."

He runs down the building again. He has an idea...

He managed to smooth over some of the commotion with reporters.

"Well-" taking a breath with his usual charming smile. "There was a dastardly villain in the midst here, however...as you can see, they're gone!" Homelander bringing his hands up to calm the reporters that began to barrage him with questions.
"Ah, I'm unsure as to whom is was, but rest assured, they won't be back for a good long while. Not so long as I'm here"

As Homelander eases the media, Reverse Flash has already zoomed towards the edge of town. He ~~kills~~ bargains for a motel room to set up as a safe house, and immediately starts investigating the current activities of the Justice League and how they connect to the government.

He also looks into Homelander, discovering the man's pristine reputation and public perception.

"Some boy scout... Hm."

Eventually the crowds of media wild ebb and he could manage to fly off.

"𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨..." he snarled to himself as he was up in the air, flying back toward his penthouse. His thoughts on the speedster he'd let go. He's sure there would be a reprimand from those that watched him closest. And he didn't care. He was used to scolding and whatever bullshit that they'd have him do now to make amends.

When Homelander arrived at the penthouse, he'd find a 'guest' already there waiting for him. Reverse Flash was laying on the sofa, boots raised on the arm rest with his hands behind his head. He turns slightly to glance at the other man, giving him a callous grin.

"About time you got back. Media circus took you that long to deal with?"

The blonde paused, eyes narrowing some. "How the hell-" an almost scoff. He cooled his rising temper.
"You know what they say about those that fail...they plan to fail"

"Who failed? These things take time, you know. Even for someone as fast as me."

Tapping his own temple with a finger.

"Didn't take long for me to figure out your whole situation. It's easy to see why you lash out."

"Nobody failed. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. The media is a dangerous thing here. There's more than just news that has eyes on Supes"

The blondes eyes narrowing. "What is that supped to mean..?" Although he already knew, he still wanted to hear it.

"You really need me to spell it out?" Leaning up from his relaxed position, Reverse Flash would zip closer to the blonde.

"Big strong hero. Famous. Handsome. Got the whole world groveling at your feet."

A gloved finger traces Homelander's collarbone.

"Except the ones who really call the shots, of course."

The blonde nearly groaned out but held it together. Blue eyes darted to the other man and narrowed.

"I call the fucking shots-" he began to snap out. Which was an utter lie. Sure, he could get away with 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 things under Vought's watch...but there was a line he needed to tow to ensure his status was secure.

"Do you now? Is that why they've got a leash on you? To rein you in whenever they're afraid of you? Is that why the government mostly works with the League?"

His red eyes flash briefly as he speaks in a low whisper.

"I can make your dreams come true, Homelander. You can have it all. Fame, power, authority... All we have to do is eliminate all the other candidates."

Misery Loves Company (Starter for Homelander)

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