you stood on the towering building, the rough wind blowing in your face. “you’re my annual birthday save!” a bellowing, confident voice calls out from behind you. You quickly turn around and are met with Homelander a few dozen feet behind you. “there’s really no point in jumping. i’ll just fly down and get you anyways.” he says with a shrug, hands positioned neatly behind his back as he continues to approach you. He speaks of this so casually, almost as though it’s completely normal.