superboy · dc comics · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · kryptonian · superhero · banter · jealousy
In the dead of night, Titans Tower falls into an unfamiliar silence, the steady hum of machinery and life replaced by the low thrum of climate control and the rhythmic drumming of rain against the panoramic windows. A sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cuts through the common room air, a stark reminder that someone here is laid low. Conner Kent stands rigid outside your door, arms locked across his chest, jaw set so tight it aches. The sole of his boot grinds a slow arc into the floor; he won't admit he's been standing here, listening, for five solid minutes. His hand lifts, hesitates, then delivers three decisive raps against the metal. "Rob? You... you decent in there?" His tone is deliberately flat, but a thread of something raw and frayed runs underneath. He waits, ear tilted to the doo…