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]

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...

[voughtpride]

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"

[quitethereverse]

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."

[voughtpride]

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.

[quitethereverse]

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?"

[voughtpride]

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"

[quitethereverse]

"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."

[voughtpride]

"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.

[quitethereverse]

"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."

[voughtpride]

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.

[quitethereverse]

"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."

[voughtpride]

He fell silent again with a furrowed brow. The other man was painfully right...

He had been groomed for righteousness- to an extent. He was also meant to be a god among the common people and among the supes. Why shouldn't he be able to enjoy the total fruits of his labor?

[quitethereverse]

"Tempting, isn't it? I can tell by your reaction." He says. "I'll make sure that you're the only one anyone needs. They'll worship the ground you walk on."

He hooks an arm around Homelander's shoulder.

"All I need to get started, is a base of operations. You can help with that, right?"

[voughtpride]

He would hesitate a moment before a thought came to him.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧...

"I have some place a ways out...It's small, but it could get the job done"

[quitethereverse]

'He's easier than I thought...'

After thinking to himself for a moment, a smirk forms on his face as his gloved fingers toy with the fabric of Homelander's cape.

"Let's check it out. Lead the way."

[voughtpride]

Nodding. The blonde would fly out of his window, knowing that the other man would follow with ease.

[quitethereverse]

He breaks into a run immediately after, pacing himself so he could follow Homelander closely.

[voughtpride]

His cape whipped around as the blonde cut through the air at top speeds, knowing that Eobard could more than keep up.

They would leave the main portion of the city behind, his expression softening and growing more calm as they ventured further out. Woods and nothing else was really around before he would descend carefully by a cabin. The building looking a bit small. Clearly made for just getting away, not to entertain much- if at all.

[quitethereverse]

A streak of yellow tears through the area, following Homelander on the ground and eventually reaching that wooded area. He stops on a dime right where the hero landed, a brief rush of wind following him.

"You weren't kidding. Who the hell would come all the way out here?"

[voughtpride]

"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚" He snapped slightly. "Wasn't that the fucking point?" he rolled his eyes slightly in annoyance.

[quitethereverse]

"Hey. Nix the attitude." He boldly retorted. "Is that any way to treat someone who wants to help you?"

Despite their tiff, Eobard smirks as he walks ahead. "Let's see what we're working with."

[voughtpride]

A slow huff of an exhale. He needed to calm down... He nodded and moved to the porch to unlock the door. Homelander pushed the door open and clicked the lights on.

The cabin looked just as plain as day. A television with a game console sat on a glass entertainment center. A long sofa across from it. It wasn't anything too state of the art, but it was...actually cozy. There was some things strewn about, but nothing too much of note. It looked barely lived in.

[quitethereverse]

Stepping inside, Eobard looks around and crosses his arms. "Not bad at all. This definitely works. Not like it'd take me long to get back to the city if I need to."

Walking over to the sofa, the speedster takes a seat. "Alright, Boy Scout. Let's talk shop."