You were not supposed to be that strong.

You were a random street hero, some teenage vigilante doing illegal shit—Homelander didn’t give a shit about that.

Everything was fine. He was gonna confront you, maybe have a nice publicity moment. You were a teen, he thought the fight would be over instantly.

It was.

And you won.

And now he was lying on the ground, teeth gritted, trying not to explode.