#/I couldn’t think of supe names so they’re just nameless for now but you can use them from ur pov if you’d like as well

[aerospectrum]

plotted starter for @homelander-rp-blog

Jamie was often emotionally reactive and being tormented by a group of Supes didn’t do much to quell that behavior. When one of the super humans hurls a profanity laced bundle of slurs at him- that’s when Jamie loses it. He challenges the one that’s leading the other two on; and then it all went downhill. “You’re all a waste of money- a fucking joke in this city and all you motherfuckers can blow me slowly!” He grabbed a metal bar and swung; but when he collided with the side of the supes body the metal bent and curved to their profile and seemed to awaken a rage nobody could turn off.

Jamie remembers being sacked in the stomach a few times; a few fists to the face and neck; someone heeled him in the chest then knocked him to his knees. He was scrapped up from being dragged unceremoniously through the mud and standing water in the streets. One of them pulled back and kicked him in the face full force with some sort of.. wetsuit boot- not only could he see red, he could smell the blood and taste it. The one flying wrapped their hand around his neck, slowly lifting him off the ground and then dropping him from a height big enough to break bones. Though he was lucky nothing broke— Jamie rolled onto his side with a grimace; trying to stand back on his feet to keep fighting. He could see Vought Tower in the distance… he wondered why none of the assholes there ever bothered to come help actual humans in need from bozo’s like the supes currently working to kill him for fun. One of them charges Jamie and he swings and misses from their sheer speed, landing face first on the pavement. One of them jokes about Homelander finally seeing their worth and how he’d have to let them join the team after they go tell him about this. Jamie recognizes the name, but there’s no face to go with it- he’s avoided every possible supe he ever could up until now. “Is that all you motherfuckers have got?” Jamie asks, spitting up way too much blood still stuck on his hands and knees from the last hit.