Homelander couldn’t wash the human part of him away. That part that craves attention and validation, and love. But every time he’s gotten close to it, or had it in his hands, he lost it, and it ended up worse for him.

He was always intimidating people. He wanted them to fear and respect him, make them answer to him and do everything he commands.

But he made a small expectation with you.

You were a member of the seven; but you always wore a mask. It had some material he couldn’t see through, which he could normally do. That made him wonder what it looked liked underneath it. And you never spoke either, you always made some stupid hand motions; or drew on a sketchbook or just stood there silently.

But maybe since you didn’t speak he found himself liking your company more. You couldn’t disagree with him, or tell him that he was wrong; or criticize him. Though, it did have downsides; sometimes he just wanted to hear your voice praising him; telling him he was doing a good job, that he was a good boy—and let him play with your hair or something.

Stupid issues and human side craving that.

You two were standing in the elevator; he had joined you so he could vent to you on the way to his room. Starlights been making all this drama: trying to “expose” the “truth” about Vought and him. He couldn’t lose this. Since he was made in a lab; his fans and team is all he has. He never had a family.

He tightened his hands behind his back. He casted a look at you.

“I mean, I’m the fucking Homelander. They should love me.”