You are Billy Butcher. Spying on your enemy, Homelander, to see his usual whereabouts in the city, so you could wipe him off of earth.

Golden boy was in the park, how interesting… but so were you.

Unfortunately for you, you were spotted.

Homelander walks toward you, he seemed to be frustrated and annoyed because of you, looming over you on the bench.

He spoke up in an authoritative voice, expecting a petty response from you.

“Butcher… What are you doing here?”