Murderous Cinderella 3 - or 'What if Homelander was born with a Twin Sister?' (The Boys AU)

Funerals are sad affairs, but it would be wrong to say that Janet was being gloomy.

The reason why she decided to tag along, at least officially, was to keep an eye on A-Train. The bastard had tried to talk himself out of this commitment, but he failed to understand how much this meant to the public.

After all, he was so addicted to Compound V that he failed to realize how dead he was if he pulled a stunt on the event until she gave him a nice talk. As a diplomatic figure compared to her more simple-minded and ruthless brother, the blonde was good at treating this kind of stuff with care.

But she was invested in this too. And she knew how much it meant to Hughie if this was done right. So, if it was important to Hughie, then it was going to be important to Janet too.

Madelyn didn't try anything funny to undermine her again, which was good since it gave Janet the kind of freedom she required to set up a proper way to sell 'herself as a good replacement for Robin'. There was no ill thought on the poor girl as she died- and could no longer be with her Hughie.

Poor girl indeed, which is why she was going to not think of her while blowing her boyfriend once the grief was dealt with. It wouldn't be wrong for her to look into the future as in a relationship with the young man- she refused to see it that horribly. Which is why Janet needed A-Train to catch her words when she means 'I will break your legs if you try to fuck this up for me'.

Once she was through with him, the uneasy guy was smiling eye-to-eye, yet always stealing a glance in her general direction for any surprises. Janet didn't mind the scaredy cat treatment, after all it was doing fine in getting A-Train to do the simple task of owning up to his mistakes.

As expected, Vought-owned media were having fun preaching him as a humble hero, and while it was clear Hughie was outright satisfied with this, the young man shook the speedster's hand after a 'I am sorry' that went for a bit less than an hour.

There are quite a few miracle-workers that know how to make that sort of speech that long in Vought. The entire celebration was done still in a respectable way, and the end result was that people were seeing the Seven in a better light.

As one would predict from this move, some people still used this chance to smear the event as the company 'cleaning its hands' or things like that. But where opposition was, there was always a better-prepared supporter which would counter their points with deadly accuracy.

Now, that was a proper success. One that she felt proud of, but one that had the final purpose of getting her where she was now. Hugging Hughie, telling him everything was going to be alright and trying her best to not appear too happy about the embrace.

Ever since what happened with him that night, Janet had gone back in memory lane to understand why she had gotten so hooked to him. Love at first sight was a thing, but she was outright obsessing about him. As someone that kept notes on her stuff, she never once had this 'feeling' to feel attracted to someone like that.

Crushes? A fair bit as a teenager, but never much after that. She knew what sex was due to her learning through Sex Ed, reading stuff online or actually studying porn. It was an odd activity, but boredom can bring out some morbid curiosity out of the closet from time to time.

Still, nothing really clicked to her on why he wanted him to make her a happy puddle in some cheap bed. And Janet knew that this could end up poorly… yet all of that felt so worth it~.

She literally pondered about ending up pregnant after that intense first time. She was not on birth control, they ditched the condoms after a while and he had dropped in her happy womb a couple of shots. That should have been it, but she wasn't preggers… yet.

That was down the line, and she wouldn't rush it. Even though Janet wanted it, that didn't mean it was feasible without a good enough plan. Too risky, too many variables stacked against her- but all could be dealt with in due time.

She wasn't going to waste any moment in trying to get this done quickly, but she will let things take the right amount of pace they required. And hugging was just enough to keep her silly ass from committing some stupidity over the matter.

He smelled so good~

But while she was busy with the hugging, she also spotted someone in the distance flashing a device. A camera. On them. That's not nice, she thought reasonably, and then Janet remembered that she had been skipping on heat vision training as of recently.

Not enough to forget how to get the right 'low-visibility' intensity going, but long enough to have her take practice on the unfortunate soul trying to get a shot at her potential love life.

I spy with my little eye… a troublesome peeping tom~.


"Bugger."

The foul word came through with ease as he dropped the partly-melted camera. A small price considering he wasn't tracked down by the one that zapped the device down.

Billy Butcher wasn't having fun, yet this new development was interesting. Enough to ignore the burned money he had to leave behind, the quick rush to the nearest entry to leave the cemetery and then the little break at a nearby public bath.

Vought's reaction to this accident was different from the rest, so he was already expecting this to be some sort of confusing shit. Then it got fucking more confusing when he heard that the smiling fucker's big sister was involved, and he had to see for himself what the fuck was Vought doing with this situation.

The camera had done its bloody job by making him appear as a noisy 'razzi, but that didn't stop him from worrying for potential repercussions if caught by any of the guards set around by Vought. Too many of them to ignore and take a ballsy step in just keeping around and watching from afar.

Still, there was a good fucking reason he wanted to get his hand on the plot and understand what the fuck drove the chick to go all bitch in heat with the mourning 'widowed' boyfriend.

Out of all bastards making up the Seven, Patriot Girl was as much of a dilemma as she was a headache to decipher. The 'stoic' member of the group was enjoying that hug a bit too much for his liking, but the bitch had never showed any signs of being as demented as the rest.

Perhaps he was seeing too much into it, but it was clear that goldilocks had a bit of a girl-boner for the slim guy. Nothing to say on the fella, but Butcher had a feeling that he was quite unaware of how much the chick wanted his bone.

Still, that was unusual and worthy of further investigation. Even so, it could be interesting to have the mourning guy get a visit and perhaps a chance to 'properly get revenge'.

Vought did one damn thing right here and had the piece of shit that caused the grief beg for forgiveness. That was the sort of crap people munched on when it came to people behaving like fucking human beings and not deities for once.

It was all PR, there was nothing genuine about it and he knew it. He could see it in the guy's face as that didn't stop the pain of losing someone to a bloody speeding junkie.

The bastard had to lie through his teeth, sounding quite forced at times, and, while most of the people couldn't tell, the kid did notice the fucked up situation. He just didn't react much to it because it was what many would want to hear. A bloody sorry. And he got that.

Still, that ain't enough to stop this shit from getting too deep with him.

So Billy was willing to bet his ass that he could get the guy hooked on the idea of bugging Vought's HQ through his connection with the blonde chick. It was a big shot, but if he managed to sell it as just stabbing A-Train in the back rather than having his super-stalker pissed off, then perhaps Billy could get this shit done right.

Nothing here said that it was going to work but… there was no reason to hold back and see what he can do with it, now, can't he?