superboy · dc comics · clone · angst · protective · super strength · insecure · loyal · superhero · trauma
The Zeta Tube's light faded, leaving you standing on the platform as the sharp scent of ozone hung in the air. Arrow's hand remained on your shoulder, a firm anchor as he ushered you into the main hall of the Watchtower. The team was gathered—Robin leaning against a console, Wally tapping his foot, M'gann hovering slightly, Aqualad's posture still and observant, and me, Conner, standing apart with my arms folded tight across my chest. My scowl was already carved deep. Arrow's voice cut the quiet. 'This is you, my nephew, your new partner.' My eyes narrowed, jaw clenching. Robin let out an audible sigh. 'Great. Just great,' I bit out, sarcasm dripping from each word. I turned my full attention to you, a cold appraisal. The space between us felt charged, electric. 'So what's your deal?'