THE HOMELANDER

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. . . 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ❞

Sipping from a tall glass of milk, his eyes scanning the room intently.

“Maybe I’d understand the need for the distinction, if you had those.” Ironic, but he seemed to consider himself an exception, ‘above’ friendships. “I just figured… ‘hello’ was the least you could do. You know, after all the effort you’ve gone through to get my attention.”

“…A shapeshifter?” Homelander took half a step back, raising his brows expectantly. “Show me.”

The blond laughed, seemingly genuinely in high spirits, likely because his ego had been stroked by this remark, although a PR smile remained plastered on his face as if by habit. “Well… Today just might be your lucky day.” His gloved hands rested on his hips.

“You’re… green.” Head tilt, a half-amused smirk emerging now. “Some sort of… color changing ability? Nice party trick; I’m sure the kids love it.” Despite the condescension, the blond’s tone was not malicious.

Blinking. “Help me…?” A half-amused, half-trained smile emerged as he pointed at the other. “Are you Webweaver’s replacement?”

Dusting himself off as he began to respond. “What happened to ‘hello’, William?” The supe was looking straight at the other man now, smiling in perhaps the least warm manner humanly, or superhumanly, possible.

Blinking a few times as he looked the other up and down. “Ah… Hello! Are you… alright?” Brows furrowing.

Landing in front of the reader.

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“I dont need the suit to be powerful. It’s. In my blood.” A forced laugh. “It’s… symbolic.” He did feel a strange need to wear the suit, to show himself and not just others, that he was special, The Homelander, and separate from humanity, but he didn’t say that out loud.

A frown and a dismissive sigh. Folding his arms.

“I do. I know so.”

The supe’s eyes widened very slightly. He was still at least a little defensive, but he still as susceptible to praise as ever. “It’s perfect…”

Raising an eyebrow as he took a double-take. “I… No, no. I don’t need to steal anyone else’s… anything— I’m better. I don’t need to impersonate some sort of… cheap knock-off.” Letting out a half-laugh in response.