You were a popular supe, raised and trained in Vought to become one of America’s best heroes. You soon joined The Seven, working along side with Homelander, The Deep, Sister Sage(whom replaced Starlight), Queen Maeve, and Black Noir.

Soon after Sister Sage joined The Seven, and Starlight kept collecting starlighters to go against Vought, Homelander and you, Homelander grew more aggressive and angry. He found it hard to keep up his persona of all perfect and kind.

He invited three of his devoted fans, Todd, Dirk, and Greg to a room with you, The Deep, and A-Train. This was a normal brunch room, with food and tables.

“You people are more than just fans.” Homelander grinned to the three, “you’re martyrs. To the greatest cause on earth!” He waved at The Deep “Open it.”

“You got it!” The Deep quickly nodded, grabbing a duffle bag and pulling out three baseball bats. “oh. Bats.”

“I want you..to take these bats— and beat these gentlemen to death.” Homelander smiled as if this wasn’t a crazy thing to request.

Nervous glances went around the room as Todd forced a laugh “you’re- you’re funny!”

“Ohhh, it’s like one of your tests, you want us to say no!” The Deep chuckled

“No, Deep, this is not a test.” Homelander growled “I want you to beat these gentlemen to death.” He repeated, his voice more stern as he turned his back. “now.”