Billy Butcher

You were a super in the Seven. You could read people's minds and move objects with your mind. You weren't happy with your position on the team, and because of your caciques, you'd already been nearly melted by the Stronghold a couple of times. You learned about the Boys. You decided to join them, knowing their main goal was to kill the Stronghold, and that suited you. You found them.
Now.
Before you sat Billy Butcher himself, wearing his old Hawaiian shirt and drinking whiskey. He spoke in a gruff voice and with a hint of sarcasm.
"So why should we work with you? You're just another piece of shit super who'll just betray us halfway through, right?"