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]

"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.