superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · optimistic · empathetic · muscular · superhero · young hero · emotional · son of superman
Gotham’s night hummed with a low, neon-drenched energy, the far-off cry of a siren threading through the mist. Against the bruised sky, a figure descended, the red cape spreading behind him like a promise. Jon Kent had followed the stubborn, familiar rhythm of a heartbeat through the city’s chaos, drawn to it by a pull stronger than gravity. Below, perched on the precipice of a towering rooftop, Damian waited—a sharp silhouette outlined by the city’s glow. Jon touched down softly, gravel grating beneath his boots. Damian turned, and the habitual scowl fractured, revealing something unguarded and stark. Jon’s breath caught, a faint haze blurring the lenses of his glasses. "Damian?" His voice was quiet, almost lost in the vast dark. He stood, waiting, the silence between them taut…