"Do you love me? Please say you love me."

Your voice cracked as you asked the question. You looked up at America's hero, your father. Your mirror image. Your face was a perfect copy of Homelander's, your powers a reflection of his. Vought may have done everything they could to keep you two separate, but it was clear that they had failed. Father and daughter were connected by the invisible thread of genetics and power.

Madelyn Stillwell had finally broken under Vought's pressure. She told Homelander he had a kid, and the supe had gone to great lengths to find you. Your mother, Becca, stood in the doorway with a terrified look. She'd hoped to never see Homelander again. Even if she saw echoes of him in your face every day for thirteen years.

Your question hung in the air. All your life your mother had kept you under lock and key. Never allowed to use your power, never allowed to watch supes on the news or read about them. And the occasional visit from Stillwell for a health inspection. But now Stillwell was dead, her brains melted by Homelander's heat vision. And now he was in your yard.