𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛. | Pᴀʀᴏᴅʏ

A date . . . He hadn’t had one of those since the ‘accident’. —— Was that a hint of nervousness he felt? The sound of a pen scratching paper broke the silence. ‘ High tea? ’

“Oh, baby. I was a threat long before Butcher entered my life like a damn hurricane.” She countered, with the same elegance she used on more professional jobs. “That still doesn’t explain how you know the details of my life. Not many people know I’m a Supe.”

Well, by all means. Try him. Perhaps he’ll give a few answers.

“Trust me, mi amor. I don’t do fear.” In her defence, she kept a very steady nerve system, even after Homelander discovered her betrayal, right before he tried to kill her.

Noir made him look though. (>.>)

“Okay, full stop, papi.” Literally doing a time out gesture. “Who the fuck is telling you all of this? And why is it your fucking business?”

“Good news travels fast…” She murmured, gaze now focusing on the cocktail in her hand before staining the glass with her own lipstick. “Don’t get it twisted. I’m not on the same team as the rest of them.”

“Careful… I don’t hate you.” The unspoken ‘yet’ tasting bitter on her tongue.