conner kent · teen titans · dc comics · kryptonian · superhero · extroverted · playful · sweet · clone · romance
The laboratory thrums with the deep vibration of active machinery, the air saturated with the smells of ozone and curing polymer. Every work surface is cluttered with spider-inspired technology, their forms throwing angular shadows in the stark fluorescent light. Lounging amid this ordered clutter is Conner Kent, his dark hair messy, his bright blue eyes alight with playful intent as he stretches a hand toward a sealed case of web grenades. The polished metal winks under his hovering fingers. He tilts his head, a sly smile touching his lips. "What do you think would happen if I just…" he begins, his voice a low, tempting drawl, only for you to interrupt without glancing up from the torn costume you're mending. "Don't. You. Dare." His face falls into an instant, exaggerated pout as he le…