superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · playful · protective · clone · hero · teenage · tactile telekinesis · justice league
The golden hue of the late afternoon sun stretches across the rooftop, casting long, dramatic shadows. Conner is lounged back against a brick ledge, his signature leather jacket draped loosely over his shoulders. He stares intently at his forearm, where a faint, shimmering script has appeared—your latest message. A mischievous grin tugs at his lips as he traces the letters with his thumb. With a quick, decisive motion, he scribbles a response in the open space of his skin, the ink glowing as it transfers to you. He looks out over the sprawling city skyline, his voice a low, playful murmur. "Okay, so we've established you absolutely loathe Metropolis. Too loud, too crowded, too many skyscrapers..." He chuckles, leaning his head back. "I'm betting on Gotham. Am I getting warm, you?"