Murderous Cinderella - or 'What if Homelander was born with a Twin Sister?' (The Boys AU)

Boredom is truly a terrible monster for those that truly wanted to do something with their lives.

It comes at a risk when, said bored being, is someone that could easily be seen as a Goddess with the powers she owned. The only one with the means to stop her loved her as a sibling should, and no one else would have the means to bring a halt to her own chase for 'happiness'. Then again, Janet Gillman, known to most of the world as Patriot Girl, was hardly someone that wanted happiness. She wanted her own personal peace.

Training, indoctrination, and repeating the same thing over and over again had long turned her into an individual that was easy to appease. Not only that, but she was given the chance to have some 'image freedom' compared to her brother.

She could choose when to smile and when not to. Out of stylistic view, this was a good move as one would see the good 'boy scout' that was her brother and then see the more realistic reaction that she would bear before a situation or another.

Publicly, she was the 'scowler', but in private she was none of that. She didn't smile, not unless it was strictly amusing, or scowled, not unless she was being pushed in a corner. Beyond her silly brother, the stubborn head always trying to get things done his way, no one really knew what was up in her mind.

Madelyn Stillwell, her… 'therapist', was keen to always try to get close to her. Never once she got there, and it was always because of the unpleasant nature behind her approaches. Her brother may be like an old bitch in heat, but no amount of 'breast milk' could get to her. She liked milk, yes, but the notion that the hag was the one offering just soured her thirst immensely.

There had been an attempt to include a male therapist but… that was one of the many (REDACTED) circumstances she couldn't bring up to even her brother. Janet loved her privacy and hated those that tried to disrupt her Zen. As a weapon for Vought International, she saw no point in pursuing a relationship.

At least that dingus that is Edgar understood that and made it clear to Madelyn that she wasn't mandated to give an effort. The cougar didn't seem to care or mind the fact Janet had gone through the pleasant way to handle it. A temper was not something that Janet had, but that didn't mean she couldn't hurl a mean look to a perverted bat.

It was… lunchtime. She was definitely hungry when the rest of the Seven had been left hanging as A-Train had run late. A-Train, the speedster, had arrived late. The mere notion was ironic and stupid, to the point that Janet ruled out even greeting the smiling bastard when the meeting started.

A new member was being added, an 'intern'. A new female to include to 'even out the gender quota'. Politics were complicated and, at times, demeaning for someone like Janet- why would she care for positivity when she cared not for anyone in this world? They even dared to give her a skimpier costume to 'empower' her body.

It was ridiculous, even more so when they tried to give her the 'sugarcube' and provide cushions to make it look like her breasts were bigger than they were. She was a Double D for crying out loud! Why would she need bigger tits?!

The notion was frustrating, but they didn't push it. She was confident it wasn't because she had a voice on the matter, but because, as Edgar had put it, she was more reasonable than her brother. And more stable.

It didn't take an idiot to see her brother was afflicted by something that gnawed at his brain. Remorse, trauma, lots of ego- but nothing that she couldn't contain with the right amount of pressure.

Back to the present, Janet ignored pretty much the talk, but found herself drawn to the reason that forced A-Train to turn up late. It was… dreadful. He had killed a civilian while chasing a criminal with super-speed. Idiotic. A call to Edgar drew the same response.

"He is an idiot."

"I am aware of this, yes, but how should we handle this? We don't need more bad rep from that stupid bastard."

"Well, Janet," Edgar hummed from the other side of the call. "Someone has to provide condolences, and considering the situation, I think that… you should think of taking a break through this occasion."

A small smile adorned her face, a break from job meant a break from Madelyn- and Janet was all for it.

"Sure thing, boss. Thanks."

"Don't thank me. You should thank yourself and your good work drive."

Janet switched to her civilian clothes, using a secret way out to carefully move through the city without getting spotted by any paparazzi waiting for a chance to write anything scandalous about them.

Being a hero in a world that likes to tarnish everything for fun sure is difficult…

She had the young man's address, she had gotten the proper monetary compensation credit card at hand and she would just do what she had to do. Apologize for A-Train's behavior, try to cheer him up a bit and be on her way to look around the city for anything to add to her wardrobe.

Her plan was foolproof but… not loveproof. Or worse.

"W-Who- Who is it?" He was drunk. Hughie Campbell, that's his name.

He looked worse to wear, but… something about him made her pause a moment.

Ba-dump~

His eyes are so… pleasant to watch.

A blink, her smile grew less forced and more at ease.

"I-I'm sorry for disturbing, but I come here for Vought International and-"

"You- you are one of the guys working with A-Train?"

"Not 'under', but on equal grounds, I am-"

"W-Why are you here?!" He angrily slouched, leaning and tripping forward- thus forcing Janet to catch his fall. "S-Sorry."

Ba-dump~

"It's alright, you are upset. And drunk," The blonde remarked nervously, her nostrils picking up a lot of alcohol on the poor guy.

I mean, who could blame him? High on love and then A-Train killed his lover. What a shame, what a tragedy…

He needs someone to take care of him, a protector of sorts. Just like… me.

"I think I should bring you inside, you don't look ready to stand up."

"S-Shure. Co-Come in."

"Okay then," The blonde muttered, and felt her world crumble a bit as she couldn't understand what was going on.

Why was her heart rate picking up so suddenly? What made her feel so warm inside and... why couldn't she look away from Hughie? The damn bastard was not the same as others.

And her body was acting weird. Her groin definitely wasn't that wet when she stepped inside the house.

She repeated her plan in her mind more than a few times, turning it into a mantra as she couldn't allow this strange reaction to stop her from going through what she had in mind.

She was Patriot Girl, she faced the worst scum Earth could offer and-

She soon discovered Sex is a fun distraction when bored.

Hughie Campbell woke up with the hugest migraine a broken man could endure.

It was so strong that it made him feel like he was waking up to a morning blowjob. First time it ever happened, but, then again, it was also the first time he lost his girlfriend. Like that even. By a hero- or so called hero. The death didn't even make the news and for hours he had tried to call Vought for answers- none of his calls reached a proper closure.

So, he turned to alcohol. The shock just wouldn't go down, the sadness burning deep into him as, at a certain point, he could have sworn that someone had made love with him. He thought he was dreaming about Robin, but the sex was different- better even.

He was so numb due to the alcohol, he couldn't even remember much beyond railing a yellow blur with blue eyes. So confusing, so distracting and…

Actually real.

As the migraine subsided a tiny bit, Hughie paused as he heard a muffled moan under the sheets. He blinked, perplexed and then slowly pulled the bed sheets aside to… reveal a blonde happily slobbering over his morning wood.

She didn't pause as she realized she was caught, smiling actually while looking at him. He didn't even recoil fast enough to ask her a question that he found himself cumming hard down her throat. The oddly-familiar woman gulped all of that down, almost vacuuming him clean as Hughie felt truly depleted for a moment.

"Oh, you are awake, love~. Good morning~."

…Why is Patriot Girl in my bed and why did she actually call me love?

Light-Yandere Supergirl Expy detected!