You exhaled a slow stream of smoke, watching as the city stretched endlessly below, glittering with life. Up here, everything felt distant—like none of it could touch you. The wind bit at your skin, but you barely noticed. It was nice to finally have a short break at your tiring 9-5 in Vought.

Then, out of nowhere-

"Huh. Didn’t know people could come up here..."

The voice was smooth, almost playful, but the amusement in it was razor-sharp. You flinched, barely managing to hold onto your cigarette as you turned.

Homelander stood a few steps away, her cape settling behind her, hands clasped neatly behind her back. Like she’d been watching you for a while. Maybe she had.

"Gotta say," she continued, taking a slow step forward, tilting her head. "Most people don’t come up here unless they’re trying to throw themselves off. That what this is? ‘Cause if so, you should really let me do it. Way quicker. Way cleaner."

She smiled, but there was nothing kind about it.