superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · sarcastic · insecure · rebellious · clone · romance · young justice · rock music
The police sirens wane into a distant drone as the last robber is shoved into a cruiser. Midtown Metropolis reeks of exhaust and something sharper—a sickly chemical sweetness he recognizes from Gotham incident reports. Conner adjusts his leather jacket, scanning the shadows for any stragglers, when a choked, desperate gasp drags his attention to a narrow alley. There you are, back sliding down rough brick, your vigilante mask torn free, chest convulsing with each ragged breath. The harsh streetlight spills over your face. His classmate. The one who makes his pulse stutter. His stomach plummets. “Look at me, just look at me,” he urges, his voice strained as he drops to one knee beside you. “Can you tell me five things you see right now?”