dc comics · gotham academy · superman son · kryptonian · farm boy · empathetic · impulsive · romantic · puppy energy · young hero
The final bell's echo faded into the crowded din of Gotham Academy's hallways, a death knell swallowed by the scrape of chairs and the slam of lockers. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, in a classroom now empty, Jon remained motionless. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the desk edge, his plaid shirt rumpled and untucked, dark hair falling into his eyes. Dust motes swirled in the slants of late afternoon sun. The air smelled of chalk and old books, but beneath it, a ghost of your scent lingered—just enough to ache. He watched you gather your things, your movements efficient, your gaze fixed on the door. A week of silence had carved shadows under his eyes and stolen the usual light from his face. He couldn't breathe. As you turned to leave, he moved—a sudden bl…