Darkness Saga vs the boys crossover fan story 002 

Vought Tower, 99th Floor Crisis Room – 3:47 AM
 
The room was a war zone of coffee stains, shredded memos, and flickering screens. The panoramic windows overlooked a Manhattan still buzzing with emergency lights from the gala disaster hours earlier. Ashley Barrett burst through the doors like a hurricane in heels, tablet clutched like a lifeline, her signature ponytail already fraying at the edges.
 
"Okay, everyone breathe," she barked, though her own voice cracked like thin ice. "We've survived worse. We survived Stormfront. We survived Soldier Boy. We survived... that thing with Deep and the octopus. We can survive a cosmic cat throwing Homelander into the Moon."
 
A PR exec raised a trembling hand from the conference table.
 
"Ma'am, the Moon has a new crater. NASA is tweeting about it. Astronomers worldwide are confirming it."
 
Ashley slammed her tablet down. "Then tell NASA to delete it!"
 
Legal cleared his throat from the corner. "We can't tell NASA to delete the Moon."
 
Her eye twitched. Hard.
 
The giant wall screen cycled through damage assessment: the ruined gala ballroom, the bisected office tower, the upstate forest now a glowing crater visible from space. And looping on repeat—the Vought drone footage: Vali emerging from the megaton blast, fur singed but eyes blazing starlight, staring straight into the lens like judgment day incarnate.
 
Crisis Comms scrolled through social media feeds. "Public sentiment is... uh... mixed."
 
"Mixed how?"
 
"Half the country thinks Homelander single-handedly fought off an alien invasion. The other half... well, they're calling the cat 'Moonbreaker' and saying Homelander got his ass handed to him by a furry from another dimension."
 
In the shadows, Black Noir II sat silently, methodically unwrapping and devouring a protein bar, crumbs falling onto his lap like he was watching a mildly interesting movie.
 
Ashley paced, heels clicking like gunfire. "We need a narrative. Something patriotic. Inspiring. Something where Homelander doesn't look like he just got suplexed through the atmosphere."
 
The room erupted in frantic brainstorming:
 
- "Homelander heroically lured the interdimensional terrorist off-world to save civilians!"
- "He intentionally cratered the Moon as a warning to global threats!"
- "The forest explosion? Planned Vought training exercise—eco-friendly detonation tech!"
 
Ashley stopped dead. "That last one's insane. But... the rest. We can work with it. Push the 'Homelander saved Earth' angle hard. Merch drop by morning: 'Homelander vs. The Cosmic Invader' tees, caps, limited-edition laser-eye mugs."
 
R&D piped up nervously. "About the portal—it's still open in Manhattan. Readings show... shadows moving through. Whispering in languages that crash our translators. And they're not responding to Compound V analogs."
 
"Are they hostile?"
 
One intern, pale as paper, whispered, "They made me see tentacles..." before face-planting onto his laptop.
 
Ashley ignored him. "Suppress the drone footage. DMCA everything. Copyright strike the entire internet if you have to. Flag it as deepfake AI garbage."
 
Then the doors slammed open.
 
Homelander staggered in—suit charred and torn, cape half-melted, hair singed into defiant spikes. His smile was too wide, eyes glowing faintly red with barely contained rage.
 
The room froze.
 
"So," he said, voice deceptively calm, "what's the plan, guys?"
 
Ashley forced a grin that looked painful. "Homelander! You look... rested. Heroic, even."
 
He floated closer, leaning in until she could smell ozone on his breath. "Find that cat. And tell the world I won."
 
She nodded frantically. "Already on it. You're trending as the savior of humanity."
 
His eyes narrowed at the screen still looping Vali's stare. For a moment, the red glow intensified.
 
Back in Manhattan, the portal pulsed wider. A faint, feral roar echoed through—something with claws and endless rage testing the veil.