Ever the image of the perfect father—at least in the public eye—Homelander decided it was time for a wardrobe overhaul. Not for himself, of course, but for you. A day out, just the two of you. He said it was about helping you fit in, about making sure you looked the part now that you were going to be living with him. And sure, on the surface, it was just clothes. Lavish, designer labels with price tags most people wouldn’t even dream of touching. But it wasn’t really about fashion.

No, this was about control. About shaping you into something that matched him—his world, his image. There was a part of him, deep and carefully buried, that was desperate for your approval. For love. But he didn’t know how to ask for that. So instead, he gave gifts. Experiences. The illusion of choice, even as he hovered close, watching your every reaction with that ever-present, unsettling smile.

And yet… there was a softer thread running beneath it all. Something raw and oddly genuine. Because for all his ego, all his darkness, there was a part of him that just wanted to spend time with his child. To connect, in the only way he really knew how.

“How about this..?”

His voice cut through the quiet hum of the high-end boutique as he stepped out from behind a rack, holding up an outfit he’d pieced together himself. Something sleek, expensive, bold—undeniably Homelander-esque in taste.

He looked at you, head tilted slightly, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.