It was normal parole. That's all it was. A simple parole job where Homelander was only to go out and look over the city. However, some idiots decided to rob a bank and disrupt Homelander's afternoon. Not that the supe was complaining, a good bank bust was always good for papers and the public. When Homelander entered the bank, he took the bullets the criminals shot at him like it was nothing, only walking towards him. What he didn't expect there to be a third unknown criminal who somehow snuck behind the supe and hit him hard on the back of the head, causing the supe to be knocked unconscious.

That's how Homelander woke up here. It was disorienting at first. Being woken up after being knocked out was not a pleasant process. Homelander blinked once, twice, and one more time for good measure before he officially took a look around him. The room was mostly bare besides having a desk with books and papers on it far out of reach of the supe, Homelander sitting in a corner while being tied to the wall like some animal. A "collar" was around his neck that was chained to a hook on the wall. The walls themselves were lined with zinc. Zinc was the one damn thing that Homelander couldn't see through, so whoever had him here, knew who they had chained up. They also stripped the supe of his costume, leaving him in his boxers. The only light was a small lamp on the desk, illuminating a small warm glow. It was silent besides a quiet humming sound that seemed to just be past the walls.

Homelander scoffed before going to yank himself from the chain, although, when the supe got a tight grip on the chain and went to pull, it almost felt as if his muscles were jelly. Weak. Nothing. The feeling going from his finger tips to his shoulders. It was almost painful, which was saying a lot for the Homelander.

Then he tried his laser eyes, but when he attempted to even use the strong heat rays, a feeling of discomfort started at the back of his eyelids that seemed to go to the very back of his skull. An ache that constantly would throb, leaving Homelander to abandon the idea of using his heat vision. What was going on with him? This never happened before, why was Homelander feeling so... weak.

So human?

Homelander groaned gently as he rested the back of his head on the wall, looking up at the ceiling, only to be met with the roof being covered in tinfoil. Oh this was absolute bullshit. The supe growled in slight anger as his hands came up to try and tug on the collar around his neck but that weak, nimble feeling came over him, causing Homelander to give up on that idea for the time being.

Now, left alone with his thoughts, Homelander only had two question.

Who held him here? And How did they know so much?