Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 36

The rain had finally stopped. Tonight, Black Noir had a mission of his own.

He'd been tracking Y/N's movements for weeks now, ever since that strange interaction with Sister Sage. Something wasn't adding up. She'd been evasive, careful, too careful, and that made him suspicious. 

He slipped into her home with ease, as always. The place was quiet, dark, except for the faint light spilling from under one door—the office. The door he'd always avoided.

Not tonight.

Noir moved inside, his steps soundless on the carpet. He paused at the doorway, his eyes narrowing behind the mask as he took in the scene before him. Papers, files, a corkboard filled with notes, photos, all of it centered around Vought, Homelander... and him.

His blood ran cold.

He stepped closer, his eyes scanning the documents, the evidence she'd gathered. It was all there—leads, connections, things she wasn't supposed to know, things she'd hidden from him. All this time, she'd been working against them. Against him.

Noir's hands clenched into fists. He could hardly believe it—the traitor, the mole, had been right under his nose the entire time. The same woman he had... what? Fallen for? No. He couldn't think like that. 

He felt a sharp sting of anger, but it was more than that—it was betrayal. He should have seen this coming, should have known better. He should have killed her the moment he suspected something was off. But he hadn't. He'd let himself get distracted, let himself get too close. Stupid.

A noise behind him made him turn slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. Y/N stood in the doorway, her face pale, eyes wide with shock. She was scared. Good. She should be.

He didn't say a word—he never did—but the silence between them was louder than any scream. He could see the realization dawning in her eyes, the fear that crept into her expression as she understood what this meant.

She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Noir just stared at her, his body tense, the files still clutched in his hand. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been, how he'd let this happen.

Y/N dropped her bag, the sound barely registering to him as he continued to glare at her. 

"Noir...?" She called out.

She said his name, but it barely reached his ears, drowned out by the rush of blood and anger surging through him.

He turned to face her fully, holding up the stack of evidence in his hand. His movements were slow, deliberate, every muscle coiled with tension. He watched as she froze, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. She knew she was caught, and there was no escape.

Noir felt a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him—anger, betrayal, and something else he couldn't quite place. He should kill her right here, right now. It would be easy. But something held him back, something deep inside that he didn't want to acknowledge.

She'd played him, made him feel things he hadn't felt in years—if ever. But now, looking at her, all he felt was rage. How could he have been so blind?

His hand tightened around the papers, crumpling them slightly as he took a step toward her. She didn't move, didn't even breathe, it seemed. He stopped inches away, staring down at her, waiting for her to say something, anything to justify this betrayal.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Noir just stood there, towering over her, every part of him screaming to end this, to finish what he should have done a long time ago.

The silence stretched on, it was suffocating.

And Noir... Noir just slowly, let the files fall to the floor at her feet, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do next.