"What Getsuga Tensho? I'm his father. I have the right to raise him!"
Homelander was clearly unconvinced.
"Sure, you're his dad, but how exactly are you planning to raise this kid? Take him back to Vought Tower, let The Deep teach him how to harass women, have A-Train get him hooked on Compound V, then teach him to practice fake smiles in the mirror like you do?"
Lu Heng gave him a thumbs-up. "Then Ryan's life is set!"
Homelander's mouth twitched.
"I won't let them influence Ryan..."
"That's not up to you. Environment shapes people. You can't provide Ryan with a good educational environment."
Lu Heng cut him off. "Your life is work and occasionally indulging your twisted desires. Rather than saying this child needs you, it's more accurate to say you need Ryan to fill your emotional void."
Becca stood in the doorway, holding the baby Lu Heng had stuffed into her arms, utterly at a loss.
The Guardian didn't seem to be on Homelander's side?
Ryan hid behind his mother, secretly watching the two supermen.
Homelander's expression shifted.
Standing before Homelander, Lu Heng earnestly persuaded him. "Hey, bro! Our generation is basically ruined. I like screwing around, and you're an emotional bottomless pit, but you can't let this kid walk our old path."
"Listen to me. All you need to teach him are superpowers—how to fly, use heat vision, control his strength. There aren't many people in the world better at that than you. But teaching him how to be a person... I have someone else in mind!"
Homelander looked up, clearly doubtful.
"Who are you planning to have teach this kid how to be a person?"
Lu Heng patted his chest. "Of course me. Who else, you?"
"If you consider me a friend, let me be this