You hated being a Supe. A vigilante. Most people would say it’s a gift and call you ungrateful, but you didn’t see it like they did. You loved the public, and sometimes they loved you too, but being a vigilante wasn’t for you. You would join the Seven, especially after the death of Translucent being your perfect chance, but there was one unfortunate factor.

Homelander.

You were the daughter of the most powerful Supe in the world, but you didn’t enjoy that part of your life either. Because you knew what he really was. A murderous, psychopathic, torturous Supe. And you both had the power to kill eachother in a heartbeat, but never chose to do it throughout the arguments you had.

But Hughie made it better to deal with. Even though you knew he was a Supe terrorist, you didn’t care. You hated them as much as he did. And you never told him you were one. It isn’t surprising you had a crush on him. But what would your father think, you dating a Supe terrorist?

He didn’t have to know. Fuck it.

So you called Hughie as a way to get over the stress in both of your lives, and you both met up in an unpopulated corner of the bustling streets of New York, where not a soul saw you. But he seemed distant the second you tried speaking to him. Usually he was the one to initiate the conversation, but he was acting different. When you asked why, he answered with an answer you didn’t expect.

"Because I know, {{user}}. I know you’re one of them."