Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 22

Y/N found herself in a dimly lit corner of the club.

Why was she there? She needed to interview A-Train like a legit journalist, with Maeve's help she even found out that A-Train has been involved with Hugie and Starlight more than once

As she finally spotted A-Train. He was surrounded by a group of admirers, basking in the attention like a star in his element. She took a deep breath and approached, slipping through the crowd until she was face-to-face with him.

"Hey, A-Train," she greeted, her voice steady, masking the tension underneath. "Mind if I ask you a few questions? Just for the record."

He looked at her, slightly wary but more amused than anything else. "Questions? What kind of questions? And how the fuck did you find me?"

"I have my ways, anyway just the usual questions—how you're feeling about rejoining the team, what your plans are moving forward." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to add, "And maybe a little about that whole situation with Starlight and Hughie."

A-Train's expression tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Y/N smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Come on, A-Train. We both know there's more to it than that. But if you're not interested in talking, I can always write a different story. Maybe something about how you've been spending your time off the team. I am sure Homelander won't be pleased as one of his team memebers has been going behind his back..."

The implication hung in the air. He knew exactly what she was getting at, and she could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options. Finally, he sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Alright, fine. But keep it off the record," he grumbled. "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know about Homelander's next move. What's he planning?"

A-Train shrugged, clearly frustrated. "I don't know. He doesn't tell me everything. I'm just trying to keep my spot on the team, okay? That's all I know. But he is planning something before the elections, I am sure of it."

His answers were vague. She nodded, pretending to be happy with his response. "Thanks for your time," she said, turning on her heel and leaving the club.

As she made her way home, her mind raced with what A-Train had said—or rather, what he hadn't said. The streets were quieter now, the night settling in with a chilly wind that nipped at her skin. She turned a corner, only to be confronted by two men stepping out of the shadows, blocking her path.

It was the same guy who had tried to rob her a while ago, and this time he had brought a friend. They were both armed, their faces twisted with malicious intent.

"Remember me?" the man sneered, brandishing a knife. "Looks like we're gonna finish what we started."

Before she could react, a blur of black moved in the darkness. Black Noir appeared out of nowhere, and within seconds, the two men were on the ground, lifeless, their necks slit and blood pooling around them. Y/N stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as Noir turned to her, his presence imposing and cold.

Without a word, he grabbed her by the arm, his grip rough as he shoved her against the wall. The impact made her wince, and she looked up at him, her breath hitching as she met his intense gaze. 

All she knew was that she was trapped, pinned by his strength and his gaze.

Noir's grip on Y/N's was rough, his fingers digging into her skin as he towered over her, his silent presence more intimidating than any words he could have spoken. The night was dark and cold, the only sound between them the faint rustling of leaves in the wind and her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Black Noir's grip on Y/N's arm was unrelenting, his fingers digging into her skin as he towered over her, his silent presence more intimidating than any words he could have spoken. 

With his free hand, Noir pulled out a snapshot of Y/N and A-Train, taken just hours earlier when she had been interviewing him at the club. Noir held the photo up to her face, his dark eyes narrowing behind the mask as if he were demanding an explanation without saying a word.

It took Y/N a moment to register what he was showing her. When she did, her eyes widened in realization. "Are you... following me?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Noir didn't answer. Instead, he squeezed her arm harder, pushing the picture closer to her face. The unspoken accusation was clear—he was questioning her, pressing her for the truth. The silence between them was suffocating, and for the first time, Y/N felt a surge of genuine fear. This wasn't the curious, almost protective Noir she had encountered before. This was different. This was a predator cornering his prey.

"I was interviewing him," she explained, trying to keep her voice steady, though it trembled at the edges. "He's coming back to the team, and I had a deadline to meet. I had to get it done, that's all."

Noir's eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel small and vulnerable. He didn't move, didn't give any indication that he believed her. The grip on her arm tightened even more, and then, without warning, his hand moved to her jaw. He forced her to look up at him, his fingers rough and unyielding as he held her in place.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the power behind his touch, the barely restrained violence beneath the surface. She was terrified—truly terrified—and it was him who had made her feel this way. It was a realization that seemed to startle him as much as it did her. For a brief moment, the fear in her eyes reflected back at him, and something shifted in his expression.

He stared at her, the tension between them thick and heavy. Y/N, unable to meet his gaze any longer, closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever might come next. She waited for the worst, for the crushing force that would follow, but instead, something surprising happened.

Noir's grip on her jaw began to loosen, and he released her, stepping back just enough to give her space to breathe. She opened her eyes, finding him still standing close, but his demeanor had changed. He was no longer the imposing figure from moments ago. Now, there was something almost hesitant in his stance, as if he was wrestling with himself, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want her to be scared.

The silence between them lingered, and Y/N could hardly believe what had just happened. She had seen something in Noir tonight that she had never seen before—a crack in his otherwise impenetrable exterior. And though she was still shaken, the fear that had gripped her moments ago was slowly being replaced by a different kind of tension, one that left her more confused than ever.

Noir took another step back, the distance between them a small mercy. He didn't leave, though. He remained there, watching her, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite define. Y/N wasn't sure what to say or do, her mind reeling from the encounter.

But before she could find the words, Noir turned abruptly, disappearing into the night as silently as he had arrived, he left Y/N alone with her thoughts and the lingering touch of his gloved hand on her bare skin.

A/N~ Chat it's like 2 AM, still writing and omg I love their love-hate relationship