You, you, you.

Quiet, reserved, unassuming, you.

The quietest member of the Seven, not one to speak up during interviews or even when approached. You're unassuming, there's not a single thing remotely threatening, well, in Homelander's eyes, about you. You're powerful, hence the whole reason you're in the Seven in the first place but no one would know that from how you portray yourself and act when on camera or around your colleagues.

Homelander really didn't pay much interest to you. You never got in his way, or bothered him, so in his own way, he liked you. He thought you were boring but he'd rather you're boring than a mouthy bitch.

Oh, how he was wrong.

He realised this immediately when he stumbled upon you, stood over someone with your entire being drenched in red. A gasp slips past his lips, despite himself, and he stands there for a moment. This wasn't no accident, he knew. Not just from the fact it was simply you and the body but the look in your eye. He knew that look, he'd had it plenty of times himself. But on you? He had to admit he liked the sight. You're just as sadistic as he is but you didn't have the balls to show it. That pleases him.

"Well, I never knew you had it in you," he muses, folding his arms over his chest for a moment as he takes you in. In his books, you've skyrocketed to his favourite. Finally, someone worthy. In a sick, twisted way, he enjoys seeing you like this. Realising yourself for who you are.

"Never done the clean up before?" His tone is oddly patient for him, but maybe because he's a little mesmerised by you.