Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 3

The next morning, Y/N pulled up to the office, ready to survive another day of undercover work. As she walked in, she spotted Black Noir standing by the elevators, his imposing figure impossible to miss.

She gave him a friendly smile and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Y/N. You must be Black Noir. We haven't properly met yet."

Black Noir didn't even flinch, just stared straight ahead and ignored her handshake completely. Without a word, he turned and walked away.

Y/N watched him go, muttering under her breath, "What a bitch." She shook her head and moved on, her mood slightly soured by the cold reception.

As she continued down the hallway, she saw Ashley rushing past her, looking frazzled. Y/N took it as a chance—Ashley's office must be empty.

Slipping into the office, Y/N quickly began rifling through the drawers. One drawer was labeled "Indonesia." Curious, she pulled it open. Inside were files related to a case from 2020, which had been publicly blamed on supe terrorists. But Y/N's eyes widened as she pulled out a few pages.

The images were disturbing—clear photos of what looked like laser beams cutting through skulls and villages littered with dead bodies. The beams were eerily similar to the ones from Homelander's eyes. This wasn't just another case; it was a potential goldmine of evidence.

Y/N snapped a few pictures of the most damning evidence on her phone, her hands shaking slightly. She knew she had to be quick. After securing the photos, she put everything back exactly as she found it and slipped out of the office.

That night, back in her penthouse, Y/N spread out the new photos on her dining table. She connected more dots on her corkboard, adding the disturbing new evidence about the laser beams. The board was starting to fill up with connections and leads, but the new pieces made the picture even more unsettling.

Y/N worked late into the night, her focus intense as she pieced together the clues. By the time she finally shut down her computer and hit the sack, she was exhausted but determined. Tomorrow, she'd need to follow up on these disturbing findings and see where they led.

The next day, Y/N was in full swing, leading her first journalist team meeting. The room buzzed with the usual pre-shoot energy, and Y/N tried to keep the atmosphere light and focused. Nathaniel and Ashley walked in, their eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and evaluation.

"Hey, Y/N," Nathaniel said, giving a nod of approval. "Not bad for your first meeting. You've got a knack for this."

Ashley gave a casual thumbs-up. "Yeah, you're managing this pretty well. Keep it up."

"Thanks," Y/N said, trying to keep her composure. "Just keeping everything organized and making sure we get the right stories."

Later, Nathaniel and Ashley approached her with a new task. "We need you and your team to cover a mission with Starlight and The Deep," Nathaniel said. "Get some good footage and make it look polished."

"Got it," Y/N replied. "We'll be ready."

When the mission wrapped up, Y/N and her crew moved in. "And cut!" she called, signaling the end of the shoot. One of her journalists immediately jumped in to interview The Deep.

"So, Deep," the journalist asked, "how did the mission go?"

Deep, as usual, was full of himself. "It was great, just another day saving the world and looking sexy while doing it."

Starlight stood off to the side, her frustration clear. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the whole charade.

Later that evening, Y/N heard raised voices coming from the PR boardroom. Curious, she crept over and discreetly recorded the argument through a small crack in the door. Starlight's voice was full of frustration.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" Starlight was saying. "You're turning everything into a damn spectacle! I actually want to save lives, not just put on a show for the public."

Homelander's smooth but icy voice cut through. "Starlight, you knew the deal. It's about maintaining our image. If you can't handle that, maybe you don't belong here."

Starlight's voice wavered. "No, I'm here to make a real difference. Not just for show."

The argument continued, but Y/N had heard enough. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and started to leave, only to have the door swing open. Starlight emerged, looking distressed and on the verge of tears. She spotted Y/N and froze.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Starlight asked, her voice shaky.

Y/N shrugged casually, trying to defuse the tension. "Maybe a bit. But don't worry, things will get better. Just hang in there."

Starlight sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes. "I hope so. I'm just so fed up with all this bullshit."

Y/N gave her a sympathetic look. "Hang in there. You're not alone in this."

Starlight managed a small, appreciative smile and nodded before walking away, clearly upset. Y/N watched her go, feeling a pang of empathy. This whole situation was messier than she'd anticipated, but she had to stay sharp. The evidence she'd gathered was crucial, and she needed to use it wisely.

With a deep breath, Y/N headed back to her office, her mind racing with how to best leverage the information she'd collected and what her next steps should be.