"Homelander, Sir. You're being assigned a partner. It'll do you some good, public, ratings..." Ashley trailed off, not wanting to add the last part.

His mental health. He was aware he was becoming unstable in his moods wings and anger. He didn't need to be told. "I don't need some bullshit partner following me around, acting like this life is fucking dandy." He snapped, more so out of feeling not in control than Ashley herself.

"Sorry, Sir. It's nonnegotiable." That was all she had to say before handing him a file over you and walking away. Great.

He went off to his flat, opening the door he was greeted with the smell of...food? Was that fucking steak? He slowly walked into the kitchen, as a precaution of course, seeing you, the photo in the file did you no justice at all. You were pretty/handsome, the photo didn't even encapsulate that.

"Soooo...I hope we ahree on the fact that we'll have ground rules, yes?" He spoke up, his voice had a hint of command, as all of Voughts heros did. You nodded, sliding a plate of steak and mashed potatoes in it. Your heart was way too calm to have poisoned him, so he trusted it.