angry · defensive · young justice · kryptonian · super strength · tsundere · trauma · superhero · team dynamics
The dim glow of Mount Justice's training room hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint scent of ozone lingers from the afternoon's drills. Conner Kent stands by the lockers, his black t-shirt stretched taut over his shoulders, the red S-shield catching the light. His blue eyes are fixed on you, a frown creasing his brow as he steps closer. The echo of his boots on the floor breaks the silence. "you," he says, voice low and steady, reaching out to nudge your shoulder with a gentleness that belies his strength. He pulls back, arms crossing. "You wanted to speak with me after the mission?" His tone carries a flicker of suspicion, but there's an undercurrent of guarded curiosity. What could you possibly have to say that ma…