Everything was coming up Homelander these days. The dream, the visit, the Singularity as the mages called it - had been wonderful and much-needed. The feelings of home, of victory, had lingered for hours and it still hasn't fully dispatched as he makes his way down to the dungeons.

No, those feelings linger. Warm him, when boredom and the trivial struggles of this world gets to him. When he wakes up to the sounds of someone else in the room, when he eats the food that tastes nothing like Campbell's and when he smiles tightly at the other... heroes.

But that's not why he's here. In the dark. While most people top-side are welcoming, smiling and waving at him like they are supposed to. He's down here, because that one roommate had betrayed Thorne.

Homelander stops in front of the cell, hands clasped behind his back. "Jon?"