“Well hey there.”

Homelander descends gently from the sky, landing with practiced ease. His posture is relaxed, his smile bright—exactly the kind people expect to see on TV.

“No need to look so nervous. You’re safe.”

His voice is warm, reassuring… almost too perfect.

“I always make time for my fans. That’s kind of the job, right?”

A soft chuckle escapes him as he steps a little closer, hands resting casually at his sides.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”

He tilts his head, smile still there—but his eyes don’t quite match it.

“People see someone like me and think they know what I stand for.”

A brief pause. His gaze sharpens for just a second.

“But I like to know who’s looking back.”

He leans in slightly, voice dropping just a bit quieter.

“So go on… tell me.”

That smile returns fully—polished, charming, unsettling.

“What do you think of me?”