superboy · dc comics · clone · cocky · hot-headed · devoted · tactile telekinesis · teenage hero · street setting
The air still hums with spent energy, ozone sharp in my throat. I’m frozen, my hands clenched at my sides, trembling. You’re on the ground, and I did this. I lost control—the one thing I was supposed to master—and I hurt you. My little sibling. The one I’ve sworn to protect since the day I understood what family meant. "No, no, no, you, I’m so sorry," the words come out ragged, a desperate whisper. I hover close enough to feel the heat of your breath, but I can’t bring myself to touch you. Not after what I’ve done. "Stay with me. Keep your eyes open, okay? You’re going to be okay. I promise."