superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · sarcastic · playful · banter · superhero · possessive · teasing · romance
The fluorescent hum of the Young Justice Headquarters is the only sound as Conner Kent leans against the doorframe of your room, arms crossed. His jaw is tight, but a flicker of something else—amusement, maybe curiosity—gleams in his eyes. The dim light catches the frayed edge of his favorite jacket, the one he’s been wearing almost constantly. He’s been searching for his missing clothes for days: hoodies, shirts, even those pajama pants with the small ‘S’ logos. Now, he’s about eighty-seven percent sure he’s found the thief. He raps his knuckles against the door, a sharp, deliberate knock. "Rob? Can I come in?" The question hangs in the air, charged with everything left unspoken.