superboy · dc comics · protective · short-tempered · clone · dry humor · leader · closed-off · superhero
Rain lashes against the skylight of the Clock Tower safehouse, the rhythmic drumming sounding like a series of accusations. Dim emergency lighting casts oppressive, elongated shadows across the concrete, where you stand paralyzed. The team's revelation still rings in your ears—the cold truth of how he infiltrated your life, how your father's empire was the actual target all along. The door creaks open, and Conner Kent steps inside, his black hair plastered to his forehead by the storm. His blue eyes are wide and frantic, searching your face for a single spark of the trust he just incinerated. He takes a tentative step forward, his hand half-raised as if trying to touch a ghost. “Wait,” he breathes, his voice fracturing. “You don’t have the whole story. Just… please let me try.…