61 Who is my mother?

[Date: June 2023]

With Maeve's son and well my son being born I had an overwhelming urge to find out who 'my' mother was. I suspected from all the fan theories who it was but it was still good to verify.

While there is a certain level of disgust I feel if Stormfront is 'my' mother I don't really care since she wasn't my mother.

It would of course be some sort of fucked up poetic trope as the ancient gods themselves that married and fucked their own siblings since Homelander kind of viewed himself as a god among men.

Nonetheless I wanted to verify unfortunately I wasn't able to find any records of dear mommy digital or otherwise.

That left me with only one avenue which was why I was now entering Martin's office.

"Martin!" I said loudly startling the man.

He was focused on his computer likely going over the latest reports on 24-V and probably a dozen other things.

The man was gobbling up the increased R&D budget at an unfathomable pace.

"John! How are you this morning?"

"Doing well thank you. I have one question for you." I said getting to the point and peaking the man's interest.

"Who is my mother?"

I saw him blink absorbing my question then his feature softened into sadness and he deflated into his chair. His heart spiked and a small release of sweat happened as his temperature grew a bit too suddenly.

"Martin?" I pressed.

He took a breath and looked at me.

"Are you sure you want to know? You won't like it."

Bingo! …and also

"FUCK!" I said loudly. I was only partially faking my outrage. "I KNEW IT!"

"Of course it's HER! Who else could it be! That fucking nazi bitch! How could she? Oh god the things we did!" An adequate show had to be put on. The new Homelander had to show at least some level of disgust and remorse.

Martin looked at me confused.

"It's fucking Stormfront isn't it?"

Martin blinked.

"What?"

"My mother is Stormfront right?"

"What? No." he looked even more confused. "Why would you think that?"

Now I was confused.

"You take her flight and energy manipulation" I said raising my right hand. "You add Soldier Boy's ridiculous super strength and invulnerability" I said raising my left hand.

"You add them together." I bring both hands together in CLAP!

"And you get me."

I could see Martin thinking things over for a second.

"Yes I can see how that would make sense but no it's not her." He said firmly.

"Then who could it possibly be? Tell me!" I

"It might be better if you leave this secret buried. It will only make things worse." Oh now I was deadly curious. I came in here prepared to hear it was Stormfront or some random crack whore or something like that but he was making sound like it was worse.

"Martin!" I said as I slowly approached his desk. "Tell me. Now!"

I saw him swallow and then he opened his mouth.

"Well you're surrogate mother was a woman named Maria Avaro. She's the one that carried you to term. She died in the birth."

"But she is not my mother? So they used someone else's egg with Soldier Boy's seed?"

"Yes." He said and I waited for him to elaborate.

"It's Katherine…" then he hesitated.

"….Vogelbaum."

My world tilted.

My chest felt constricted by a knotted chain.

The world muted as my brain processed the name.

"…Katherine Volgelbaum"

A sudden flurry of emotions all acted at once and a surged of energy exploded from the pit of my stomach.

"THAT FUCKING NAZI SON OF BITCH! HOW COULD HE! HOW FUCKING COULD HE!"

A rage like I never felt before engulfed me. I briefly felt something get squished as my hands scrunched into fists, shaking, trembling with rage.

"I"LL KILL HIM! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME! I'LL DIG UP HIS CORPSE AND PISS ON HIM!"

My vision turned red.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME? THAT SICK FUCKING GERMAN NAZI PIECE OF SHIT!"

I was breathing heavily now. I felt like I could not get enough air.

"….hn!" I barely heard a whisper.

"..ohn!" Everything was red. I felt heat and energy build inside of me and the faint whisper again.

"..OHN!"

Why I everything red? I need to calm down. I take a breath and exhale slowly.

"JOHN!" I hear loudly as I regain my sense.

I look in front of me.

Martin isn't there. His desk I crushed before me.

In my hands I hold smushed pieces of it. The wood turned into compressed smush from the pressure.

"John pleas you have to calm down or you'll blow us all up!"

I turned to see a frightened Martin by the door.

I realized I was glowing an eerie red aura. A few seconds more and I would have blown up like Soldier Boy.

I take another breath to reel in the energy back into myself.

"I won't blow us all up Martin. Now tell me what happened?"

He came back into the office after dispatching the other curious coworkers that came to see what the commotion was all about.

"Katherine and her husband had trouble conceiving. Jonah performed the in vitro procedure for them. It was during this process that he harvested her eggs. I don't know why he used her. But I can tell you she never knew about you and Jonah never wanted her to find out." He paused but he looked like he wanted to continue so I let him.

"He erased all records around the time you were seven years old. He swore all of us to secrecy, threatened us."

Seven years old.

That was around the time Homelander started killing his caretakers, masking them as accidents, just to see if he could…

…to see if he could get Jonah's attention.

…his affection.

"John, I'm sorry. I said it would have been best if we leave this buried." The man said and I know he felt sad but also pitty for me.

"I'm sorry Martin. I need to go." I said after a moment of silence.

It was hard to process and I really did need to go. Homelander's emotions were strong. I was me but I was also him with all the memories and feelings he's ever had.

All the fame and adoration.

All the insecurities and needs.

All the pain and damage Vought put him through growing up.

It was no wonder Vogelbaum had been Vought's successor.

All the physical but mostly the emotional pain damage Jonah inflicted on his own blood on his own kin with no remorse only aiming for results.

But worst of all the fucking piece of shit had withheld from Homelander the one thing he yearned.

To have real connections, a real family.

Katherine Vogelbaum was Jonah's younger sister.

And I was Jonah's nephew, flesh and blood.

But in his eyes all I had ever been was…

A product.

-

Author Note:

I never really liked the theory of Stormfront being HL's mother.

I think Stormfront would have known if she had her eggs harvested and her character was made to be smart enough that she could put two and two together to figure out that HL was her son. There is no way she would not have used that to manipulate him or seek him out earlier.

Once again thank you for reading and reviewing.