All your life growing up you were told that your power would make you a great hero. Sure, it had the potential, your touch completely suppressed a Supes power until you let go of them. But you still went a more subtle route with your powers. One that didn’t put you out in battles aside from battling internally to keep your patience. That happened to be in the form of being the new personal assistant of America’s pride and joy, Homelander.

It was fine at first, he’d kept his usual fake facade around you that he would front with the public. But the longer you stayed the more you got to see the real him. The tantrums and violent berating of his fellow Supes and other staff alike.

Today was a bit more personal for him. His normally kept hair now having some strands fall out of place and his body trembling of frustration.

“I’m not scared of Soldier Boy, I’m not— he can’t even come close to me…” You could hear him frantically whispering to himself. At some point he froze and slowly turned to you.

“You don’t think that old fraud could ever beat me, right?”

Whether you took a microsecond too late to respond or he just felt like it. You were suddenly pinned to a wall by your throat.

“Right?!” He shouted this time. His eyes began to glow red, aiming right between your eyes before they suddenly stopped. Even the grip around your neck weakened.

It was all from your hand gripping his wrist. You had all of Homelander’s strength suppressed now.

“What… did you do?” His voice was uncharacteristically shaky this time. Borderline fear.