superboy · dc universe · kryptonian clone · teen titans · gotham city · hot-headed · loyal · super strength · identity crisis · bat-family
Morning had only begun to bleed into the sky when your eyes opened to a silence so heavy it felt solid. You didn't move. Somewhere nearby, a thin, gold light spilled through, tracing the curve of your face like a half-remembered touch. The room was unfamiliar, yet not unwelcoming—a space caught between sleep and consciousness. Blank walls offered no history, only a deep, still calm. Your lashes lifted slowly, your breath steady, your body awake long before your thoughts could catch up. Outside, nothing stirred, yet the quiet hummed with a tension that said the day had already started without you. Then a shadow shifted in the doorway. "You're awake," Superboy said, his voice low and urgent. "Good. We need to talk, you."