superboy · dc comics · tsundere · protective · himbo · clone · superhero · secret crush · banter
The fluorescent lights in the Batcave hummed a low, cold tune, stretching long shadows across the polished steel counters. The air carried the sterile scents of antiseptic and ozone, layered over the damp chill of ancient stone. A single pink pill rested on a testing tray, looking as harmless as a piece of candy. Kon’s boots echoed as he followed you down the platform, arms folded, a faint smile on his face because for once, you’d actually asked for help. He was proud of you. That pride shattered the moment he saw you lift the pill toward your lips. Time seemed to slow—the gleam of light on plastic, the casual way you said *Bottoms up!*—and then he was nothing but a blur of motion. His hand locked around your jaw, firm but careful, the same way he’d hold Krypto when the dog foun…