Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 6

The following day, Y/N found herself in the break room, having a cup of coffee. As she stirred her coffee, A-Train zoomed in like flash into the room.

"Hey, new girl," A-Train said, flashing a charming smile. "You settling in alright?"

Y/N looked up, giving him a polite nod. "Yeah, it's been interesting, to say the least."

A-Train chuckled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Yeah, this place is a circus. You get used to it. So, you're the new head of the journalism team, huh? Big role."

"Yeah, it's a challenge, but I'm up for it," Y/N replied, trying to keep the conversation casual. "How's the TV show coming along?"

A-Train rolled his eyes. "Man, don't get me started. It's all flash and no substance. But hey, it pays the bills."

Y/N smiled, sensing a kindred spirit in his frustration. "I can imagine. Sometimes it feels like everything here is just for show."

A-Train nodded, taking a swig of his water. "You're not wrong. But you gotta play the game, right?"

"Right," Y/N agreed, sipping her coffee. "Well, thanks for the chat. It's good to know not everyone here is just a corporate drone."

A-Train laughed. "Anytime, new girl. Keep your head up."

The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city. Y/N sat in her bedroom, the soft glow of her laptop screen casting a pale light across her face. She was deep into her research, piecing together the threads of her investigation. The board in her office had grown more intricate, with new connections and leads stemming from Homelander's photo.

Apparently, Black Noir was watching from a nearby rooftop, hidden in the shadows. His eyes were fixed on her window, observing every movement with unwavering focus. His mind was a whirl of skepticism and curiosity, he was there again because he wanted to investigate but, also he wanted to be there. He wanted the thrill of stalking someone as part of his job.

Y/N's fingers typed across the keyboard, and she occasionally paused to scribble notes. Noir's gaze was intense, every small detail she exhibited feeding his growing suspicion. He noted the look of determination on her face, the furrow of her brow as she concentrated.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up and moved to another room. Noir's eyes narrowed as he watched her silhouette pass through the doorway. The curtains in this new room were drawn tightly shut, obscuring his view completely. His frustration grew as he realized he couldn't see anything happening inside.

What is she doing in there? Noir wondered. The unknown gnawed at him. He was used to knowing everything, being one step ahead. But this? This was a mystery he couldn't solve from the outside looking in.

The closed-off curtains were a barrier, preventing him from gathering more information. His mind raced with possibilities. Was she contacting someone? Hiding evidence? Or maybe it was something innocuous. But his instincts told him otherwise.

No one is this cautious without reason, he thought, the gears in his mind turning.

He remained there, patient and silent, his eyes fixed on the now-hidden room. He would wait as long as it took. This little game of cat and mouse was far from over, and he intended to uncover the truth, no matter how deeply it was buried.

The minutes ticked by, each one stretching Noir's patience thin. He contemplated his next move. For now, all he could do was watch and wait, hoping for another glimpse into the enigma that was Y/N. The curtain might have blocked his view, but it only fueled his determination to dig deeper into her secrets.