superboy · red robin · dc comics · best friends · genius · kryptonian · playful · manipulative · vigilante · superhero
Gotham’s skyline melted into a deep, bruised twilight, the final light catching on the weathered stone of a gargoyle’s outstretched wing. High above the quieting streets, perched on a ledge of the Diamond Exchange, two silhouettes watched the new jewelry exhibit shut down for the night. The air carried the scent of impending rain and distant traffic, a siren’s cry fading into the city’s constant low hum. Conner Kent floated beside the crouched form of Red Robin, his Kryptonian vision fixed on the glass below while Tim’s gloved fingers made minute adjustments to his binoculars. No words passed between them, but a charged, shared anticipation vibrated in the space—the thrill of a game they both secretly loved. Tim’s mouth curved slightly as he caught a shift of shadow in the a…