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As the cheers and murmurs of the crowd echoed in his ears, Derek felt the adrenaline coursing through him. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and he could see the surprise and excitement in the eyes of the spectators. They were witnessing a side of Homelander that was rarely exposed—the cracks in the polished exterior of the world's most powerful superhero.

"Look at them, Homelander," Derek called out, his voice steady and loud. "They're not afraid of you anymore. You've been putting on a show for too long. They're ready for a real hero."

Homelander's gaze flickered from Derek to the crowd, the fury in his eyes replaced momentarily with doubt. Derek sensed the shift and pushed forward. "They want someone who will fight for them, not someone who just wants to bask in their adoration. You're just a puppet, playing the role of a hero."

"Puppet?" Homelander scoffed, a chuckle escaping his lips, though it was devoid of genuine amusement. "You really think you can make me your punching bag? Your little theatrics might impress them, but they know who holds the real power."

"Do they?" Derek shot back, his voice steady as he stepped closer to the edge of the park stage. "You're here in the spotlight, but it's growing dimmer every day. Soon enough, the world will see you for what you are: a villain in a hero's costume."

Derek's words hung in the air, creating a ripple of excitement in the crowd. He could feel the tide shifting, the onlookers leaning in, intrigued by this confrontation. For the first time, they were seeing a glimpse of Homelander's true self—something raw, something that could break.

Homelander's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating glare. "You think you're special, don't you?" he said, his voice a low rumble. "This little stunt you're pulling? It's amusing. But trust me, you're not even close to being the hero they need."

"Who says I want to be a hero?" Derek shrugged, his bravado unshakeable. "Maybe I'm just here to make sure you don't have it all your own way. Maybe I'm here to show the world that strength isn't about power; it's about truth."

The tension crackled in the air, an electric charge building as Homelander stared at him. "You're playing a dangerous game, kid. And I don't play nice when it comes to threats."

The crowd collectively gasped, and Derek could sense their trepidation. But he held his ground, defiance etched across his features. "Then let's play. But know this: I won't go down without a fight."

With that, Derek summoned his powers, feeling the surge of energy flowing through him. It was exhilarating, like a storm brewing within, ready to be unleashed. The ground beneath him felt alive with potential, and he focused on what he could do, remembering the memories and tactics he had absorbed from Queen Maeve.

Homelander floated down, landing with a graceful thud, his presence dominating the space between them. "What's your endgame, really? You think you can beat me? You think you can expose me?"

Derek smirked, maintaining a confident facade. "I'm not here to beat you, Homelander. I'm here to show you that you're not invincible. You bleed just like the rest of us."

Homelander's eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flashing in his gaze. "You really think you can take me down with clever words? You're good for a laugh, I'll give you that. But that's where it ends."

"Laugh all you want," Derek said, "but I'm not afraid of you. You might have powers, but what do you have that's real? You're surrounded by yes-men and sycophants who are scared to stand up to you. Look at your team—A-Train, The Deep—they're barely holding it together under your shadow."

Derek's words were a dagger aimed at Homelander's pride, and he could see the flicker of anger rising. "You don't know anything about my team. They're loyal, and they're strong."

"Strong? They're scared of you," Derek countered, gesturing toward the others. "You think they follow you because they want to? No, it's because they have to. The moment they step out of line, you put them back in their place."

Derek watched as the truth settled in. The crowd began to murmur, glancing at A-Train and The Deep, who were standing just behind Homelander, their faces betraying uncertainty.

"Doesn't that say something?" Derek pressed, his voice rising with fervor. "Doesn't that show how weak you really are? If you have to control them through fear, then you're not a leader—you're a tyrant."

Homelander's composure cracked. "You think you know everything, don't you? You're nothing but a wannabe trying to climb to the top. And you think I'm afraid of a little competition?"

"Not competition, Homelander. Just reality," Derek replied, pushing the advantage. "You're losing your grip, and soon enough, the world will see that. They're ready for a change, and you're standing in the way."

Derek could see the shift in the crowd's attitude. They were leaning forward, no longer passive observers but active participants in this unfolding drama. The thrill of confrontation was palpable, and he could sense the power dynamic beginning to shift.

Homelander, realizing he was losing ground, shifted his tone. "You're really good at spinning words, but they won't save you when it comes down to it. You want to test me? Let's see how long that bravado lasts when you're actually in the ring."

"I'm not afraid to fight," Derek shot back, "but let's be clear: if it comes to that, I won't be the one backing down."

The tension escalated, and Derek could feel the adrenaline pumping through him. But beneath it all, a new sense of confidence was growing. He wasn't just fighting Homelander; he was fighting for something larger, a chance to expose the truth behind the facade of heroism.

Homelander opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, A-Train piped up, his voice shaky. "Uh, maybe we should all just chill for a second?"

The crowd erupted in laughter at A-Train's awkwardness, and even Derek couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. It was a reminder that even in the face of power, there were still moments of levity.

Homelander shot A-Train a sharp look, clearly not impressed with his teammate's attempt to defuse the tension. "You don't get to decide when this ends, A-Train. I do."

"Maybe that's the problem, Homelander," Derek pressed. "You think you control everything. But what happens when the cracks start to show? What happens when your team realizes they're better off without you?"

Homelander's expression darkened, and he turned to glare at A-Train and The Deep. "Isn't that right, boys? Are you feeling a little underappreciated?"

The Deep shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I mean… we've had our ups and downs, but—"

"Shut it!" Homelander barked, cutting him off. "This isn't about you. It's about this wannabe who thinks he can talk back to me."

Derek saw an opening and seized it. "Maybe they're tired of being treated like puppets, Homelander. Maybe they're ready to take back their autonomy."

The crowd's murmurs grew louder, and Derek felt the momentum shift further. The doubts planted in the minds of A-Train and The Deep were beginning to take root.

"Isn't that right, boys?" Derek asked, turning to them. "You want to be seen as more than just his sidekicks. You want to be heroes in your own right."

A-Train hesitated, glancing at The Deep, who nodded slowly. "Yeah, I mean… we're not just here to follow you, Homelander. We're here to make a difference."

Homelander's face darkened as he realized he was losing the grip on his teammates. "You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I've done for you?"

"Everything you've done for us?" A-Train shot back, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Or everything you've done to us?"

The crowd erupted again, the tension breaking as A-Train found his voice. Derek could see the glimmer of rebellion in his eyes, and it ignited something within him. This was the moment they could turn the tide.

"Looks like your little team is starting to wake up, Homelander," Derek taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "What happens when they realize they're capable of more without you?"

Homelander's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set tightly. "You think you're clever? You're just stirring the pot, hoping for a revolution that won't come."

"Maybe not," Derek replied, his tone mocking. "But if they see the truth, they might just realize that the world doesn't need a self-appointed dictator in a cape. It needs people who are willing to fight for it, to stand up for what's right, instead of just playing the role for the cameras."

The crowd's energy surged, their cheers swelling as Derek's words ignited their hopes. He could sense a change, a growing awareness among A-Train and The Deep, that they could be more than just Homelander's followers.

"And let's be real," Derek continued, a playful glint in his eye, "the only reason they even call you the leader is because you can fly. Otherwise, we all know you're just a glorified bully in red, white, and blue spandex."

"Spandex?" Homelander repeated incredulously, unable to contain a laugh. "Do you think you can come up with better insults than that? I've heard kindergarteners roast harder than you."

Derek grinned, "At least my insults don't come from a place of insecurity. Why don't you ask The Deep about his 'fishy' endeavors? Or A-Train about his 'speedy' love life?"

A-Train snickered, shaking his head. "I could run circles around your ego, Homelander."

The Deep chimed in, a smirk on his face. "And I can hold my breath longer than your monologues."

For a moment, the tension broke completely as laughter echoed through the crowd. Even Homelander chuckled, though it was more of a growl than genuine amusement. "I like this guy," he said, glancing at Derek. "He's brave. Braver than either of you two."

A-Train and The Deep exchanged bewildered glances, realizing the absurdity of the situation. They were caught in a strange limbo between loyalty to their leader and the newfound camaraderie with Derek, who was just an outsider just moments before.

"You're all pathetic," Homelander scoffed, the facade of amusement fading quickly. "You think you can turn on me? I'll make you regret this."

"Regret what?" Derek challenged, his voice steady. "Regretting standing up to a tyrant? Regretting believing in ourselves?"

Just then, a familiar voice broke through the tension. "You know, this whole situation is fascinating," Starlight said, stepping forward from the crowd, her presence lighting up the air. "You all talk a big game, but the real question is, are you willing to do something about it?"

Derek's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She looked radiant, standing there with determination in her eyes. It reminded him of everything they had discussed, the plans they had made.

"Starlight!" Derek exclaimed, a smile breaking across his face. "You don't have to get involved. This is between me and Homelander."

"Maybe, but I don't think I could sit back and let this moment pass," she said, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "I've seen how he operates, and frankly, I'm tired of it."

Homelander sneered, folding his arms. "What's this? The sidekick joining the fray? How cute. But darling, you have to understand, this is way out of your league."

"Is it?" Starlight stepped closer, unwavering. "Because I'm pretty sure standing with the oppressed is way more powerful than standing with a bully in a cape."

Derek felt a rush of admiration for her. She was not just beautiful; she was brave. And in that moment, it clicked—their shared values, their connection.

"We're stronger together, Derek," she said softly, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We can't let him intimidate us. He needs to know we won't back down."

Derek nodded, realizing that this was about more than just him now. It was about a collective fight against a man who believed he was above everyone else. "You're right. We stand united, or we fall divided. Homelander has to know that he can't manipulate us anymore."

"Ah, the power of friendship," Homelander mocked. "What a delightful storybook ending. But let me tell you this, it won't end the way you think it will. I've dealt with 'friendship' before, and it usually ends in tears."

"Better tears than living in fear," Derek shot back, a fire in his chest. "If you think that's all you have, then you underestimate the power of a united front."

Starlight's eyes sparkled with determination as she stood beside Derek, her presence adding strength to their cause. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

With the stage set, Derek took a deep breath, feeling the energy shift. "So here we are, Homelander. You, me, and a crowd full of witnesses. Let's settle this. No powers, just us, and the truth."

Homelander's laughter echoed through the park, but it lacked its usual bravado. "You think you can take me on in a fair fight? That's cute, kid. Real cute."

"It's not about fair fights; it's about what's right," Derek asserted. "And you know it. This is your chance to back down gracefully. Or do you prefer to lose in front of your fans?"

The crowd murmured, their attention riveted on the impending clash. A tension filled the air, a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Fine," Homelander said, narrowing his eyes, his smile returning as he looked down at Derek. "Let's give them a show, shall we?"

As the tension escalated, Derek couldn't shake the feeling that this was about more than just defeating Homelander. It was a chance to inspire others to stand against the tyranny of power misused, to show the world that hope could rise even from the darkest places.

With Starlight by his side and the rest of the crowd rallying behind him, Derek felt an unshakeable determination. He wouldn't back down.

"Let's do this," he declared, taking a step forward, his resolve unwavering.

Just as the energy in the air peaked, a commotion erupted from the edge of the crowd. The Boys, led by Butcher, broke through the throng, their faces set with determination.

"Oi! What the bloody hell is going on here?" Butcher barked, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Derek! You're not thinking of doing something stupid, are you?"

"Stupid?" Derek chuckled, his adrenaline high. "This is my chance to confront him head-on. He's been a cancer in this world, and it's time we cut him out."

"Right, and you think you can just waltz up to Homelander and take him on?" Hughie chimed in, worry evident in his voice. "He's not just some thug you can handle alone."

"He's right," Kimiko added, her fierce expression betraying a hint of concern.

"I have backup," Derek assured them, gesturing toward Starlight and the crowd. "It's not just me anymore. We're all in this together."

Butcher's gaze flickered between Derek and Homelander, contemplating the situation. "If you're going to do this, then let's make sure we have a plan. We can't afford to lose."

As the tension hung in the air, Derek took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie they shared, a bond forged in the heat of battle. He could feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, but with allies like these, he felt ready to face the challenge.

"Let's make sure Homelander knows he's not invincible," Derek declared, raising his voice so everyone could hear. "It's time to fight back."

With that rallying cry, the crowd erupted into cheers, a wave of determination sweeping through them. The atmosphere shifted from apprehension to empowerment, a shared goal igniting the fire within each of them.

As Homelander stood before them, Derek knew this was only the beginning. The storm was rising, and the fight for truth and justice was about to unfold in a way that none of them could have anticipated.

The crowd's energy surged, and as Derek stood side by side with Starlight, he knew they were ready to face whatever came next. They would stand strong against the tide, for the sake of all those who had suffered under the weight of false heroes.

Together, they would weave a new narrative, one where bravery trumped tyranny and where hope illuminated the darkest corners of their world. The battle was about to begin.