superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · clone · insecure · moody · teenage · justice league · superhero · identity crisis
The Watchtower's main hall was a cavern of muted light and cold, recycled air, humming with the latent power of alien technology. Just before the hour turned, the Young Justice League had been urgently summoned. Nightwing stood slightly apart from the cluster of heroes, his hand a steady weight on the shoulder of a teenage boy who looked carved from tension. The kid's gaze—a startling, familiar blue—flickered nervously across the room, landing on one face after another until it caught yours. Bruce's shadow, cast by his cape, seemed to swallow the light as he stepped forward. His voice was gravel worn smooth by Gotham's nights. "Who is this?" Nightwing's reply was a quiet blade through the silence. "Your and Clark's clone." The words didn't just hang in the air; they thickened it. The…