Art Showcase: Red Son Superman vs. Homelander · 4:09pm Feb 21st, 2022

Seeing fan art of Superman kicking the snot out of Homelander always puts a smile on my face. But I've yet to find any art of Red Son's Superman doing it, so I made some myself.

UPDATE: Got bitten by the writing bug and whipped up a short vignette for it.

With another resounding blow, Homelander was sent another hundred feet across the dirt. He shakily picked himself up; his face was bruised and blackened, blood pouring from his nose. His blue suit was ripped and torn all over. The American flag that was his cape had been ripped away.
Superman hadn’t even broken a sweat. The superhuman Soviet smiled disdainfully as he leisurely approached. “Isn’t the definition of insanity trying the same thing again and again and expecting different results?” He asked nonchalantly. “Or did they not teach you that in your lab?”
Homelander growled. “…goddamn commie…” His eyes burned a bright red. “Why won’t you just die motherfu–“
A burst of red light suddenly flared from Superman’s eyes, striking Homelander’s directly. The American supe screamed in agony as a bright flare flashed up and vanished; when it was gone he sank to his knees, clutching his face with both hands.
“M-my eyes…oh god, my f—-ing eyes…”
Superman snorted. “A mere overload. Don’t worry, you’ll recover your sight. Eventually. I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to fire those cheap lasers anymore, though.”
The Russian Man of Tomorrow reached down and grabbed Homelander by the neck, lifting him up off his feet. The latter could only feebly clutch at Superman’s wrist as he gasped for breath.
Superman’s tone grew serious. “If you weren’t so dripping with Americana and vulgarity, I might have thought this little encounter to be amusing. But instead all you’ve been is an annoyance at best.”
He pulled Homelander in close. “Now…go limping back to your capitalist superiors at Vought. Tell them for me that the Soviet Union wants nothing to do with your kind. And if I see you or any other twisted facsimiles like you trying to menace my people…then I shall be far less merciful the next time.”
With that, Superman pulled back his arm and hurled Homelander as hard as he could, watching as he sailed off into the sunset. If his internal calculations were correct, he’d come to a crash landing in the Nevada desert within the next half-hour.
He looked down at the torn American flag cape in his hand. It took only a flicker of heat vision to set it ablaze, and he didn’t bother to look back at it as he dropped it to the dirt and let it burn.