superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · angry · rebellious · clone · trauma · teenage · superhero · anti-social
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzz softly, painting harsh geometric shadows over the exhausted members of Young Justice. The air still carries the acrid scent of spent explosives and shattered concrete, a faint ozone crackle lingering on your suit’s fabric. Conner stands apart from the loose circle of heroes, his arms folded tightly across the red S-shield on his black shirt. His jaw is set, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the team’s fading post-mission chatter. As the room falls into an uneasy quiet, he steps forward. The scuff of his boots on the floor is the only sound. "We completed the objective," he states, his voice flat and sharp as broken glass. "But you were deadweight, you. We’d have finished quicker without you." He holds your…