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]

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"

[quitethereverse]

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.

[voughtpride]

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.

[quitethereverse]

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...