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➤ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and determination. She shouldn't feel nervous—after all, Homelander was strong, yes, but so was she.
Still, the oppressive aura of his presence made her skin prickle as she watched her new teammates walk away, leaving her alone with him.
The silence stretched uncomfortably, filling the room with a tense energy. Homelander stood, arms crossed, his gaze unwavering as he took her in, scrutinizing every detail of her suit-clad form.
She felt exposed under his intense scrutiny, her breath hitching slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.
After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, he finally broke the silence. His lips twitched in amusement, a smirk creeping onto his face as he narrowed his eyes.
"You know," he began, his voice low and smooth, "it's not every day someone gets a chance to join The Seven. It takes... a special kind of person."
The way he said "special" made her stomach twist. There was something off about his tone—something predatory.
"Your powers are impressive," he continued, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of curiosity and dominance. "But it's not just about strength, Supergirl. It's about loyalty. Dedication to the team." His gaze traveled slowly down her body and back up again, lingering in a way that made her feel even more uneasy.
She clenched her fists, forcing herself not to recoil as he closed the distance between them.
"You'll be initiated soon," he said, his smirk widening. "We have a little... process, to make sure you're truly fit to stand alongside us. But don't worry, I'll be keeping a very close eye on you."
His voice dripped with condescension, and the subtext of his words was clear—this wasn't just about proving herself in battle.
Kara's pulse quickened, but she forced herself to stand tall, refusing to let him see her discomfort.
"I'm ready for whatever's next," she said, her voice steady despite the unease gnawing at her insides.
Homelander's grin deepened, and he leaned in just enough that she could feel the heat of his breath.
"Oh, I'm sure you are. Let's just hope you can handle it." He gave a small, mocking pat on her shoulder before stepping back, his eyes glinting with a sinister sort of amusement.
As he turned to leave, Kara exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her heart hammering in her chest.
The weight of what was to come pressed down on her, but beneath the fear was a flicker of defiance.
