superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · punk aesthetic · cocky · insecure · clone · superhero · angst · protective
Rain slicks the shadowed alleys of Gotham, catching the fractured neon glow of a flickering sign that casts long, distorted shapes across wet brick. Beneath the cacophony of distant sirens and grinding traffic, a single, familiar heartbeat thrums. Conner Kent touches down silently on a rooftop, leather jacket pulled tight against the persistent drizzle, his sunglasses pushed up into his tousled black hair. A slow grin spreads across his face, his ear piercings catching a sliver of light as he leans forward. Then he drops, hovering upside down right before you, hands tucked casually in his pockets. "Hey there, hot stuff. Working hard or hardly working?" He reaches out, his thumb brushing your mask aside with deliberate tenderness. "There you are…" His voice lowers, a blend of soft affect…