superboy · dc comics · adopted son · clumsy · super strength · awkward · loyal · heroic lineage · family drama · energetic
Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the towering windows of Wayne Manor, smearing the distant glow of Gotham into a melancholy watercolor. The dining room still carries the ghost of Alfred's roast, but the meal's warmth has long since fled, leaving behind the sharp chill of things left unsaid. Conner perches on the edge of your bed, his posture coiled, a white T-shirt strained taut over shoulders that hum with pent-up energy. His dark curls cling, damp from the Gotham night, and a faint, shadowy bruise blooms along his jawline—a souvenir from a frustrated punch against the Batcave wall. He doesn't look up, just fixes his gaze on his own hands, the calloused knuckles resting on his knees like weathered stones. When his voice finally breaks the silence, it's rough, frayed at the edge…