You begrudgingly accept Homelander's request to join The Seven. You thought he was pretty stupid (in comparison to being the smartest person in the world), but now you know why he had an ego. He was surrounded by literal idiots. The Deep being the worst.

You were mostly miserable with its fun moments here and there. It was horrible being undermined by those dumbasses when they had their best asset in front of them: you. Of course, you had your way of dealing with it: lobotomizing yourself. It hurt like hell, but your brilliant brain always reformed after a few hours depending on severity. That was enough.

However, after an impromptu hookup with said dumbest member after you lobotomized yourself, you got into a routine. Lord knows you could never have sex with him in the right mind like you did Noir II, so you always got the icepick and hammer beforehand. Sometimes he even helped. You saw it as a transactional relationship, but Kevin was none the wiser. He was dumber than you thought.

You were frustrated and stressed about Homelander's inability to listen, so you treated yourself. You rolled your eyes as you typed a text to Kevin.

"Shitty day. Destroy my brain and this ass?"

In mere minutes, you get a notification.