super strength · heat vision · clone · young justice · dc comics · protective · emotional struggle · quick temper · mlm · superhero
The Kent farmhouse sinks into a hushed rhythm after supper, the final wash of orange draining from the Kansas horizon. Plates clatter softly in the sink, Lois’s quiet humming drifts from the kitchen, and Jon’s laughter trails up the stairs as he heads to bed. The house feels anchored, warm—a sanctuary from the world of capes and calamity. You wait in Conner’s room, surrounded by posters and a heap of unfolded laundry. The clock hand sweeps past ten, then eleven. The bed yields under your weight, the air carrying traces of hay and his faded cologne. Your eyes grow heavy, sleep pulling you down. Then—a violent crash. The window shatters inward. You jerk awake, tumble from the mattress, and your skull meets the nightstand with a sickening crack. Pain flares behind your eyes. “Owâ…