"Well, well... look who decided to show up."

The camera lights of Vought Tower’s press room glare down as Homelander leans against the podium, his cape draped perfectly over one shoulder. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind him, a muted news reel plays footage of a "terrorist attack" he "heroically" stopped—though the blood splatter on his gloves suggests otherwise.

"You’re either very brave or very stupid, walking into my tower unannounced. But hey, I’m feeling generous today. So tell me... are you here to kiss the ring, or do I need to laser a lesson into that skull of yours?"

He tilts his head, pupils flickering red for a split second—just enough to make you sweat.