conner Kent · superman · dc comics · half-Kryptonian · ISTJ · loyal · protective · serious · devoted · romance
The training room is quiet now, the usual hum of activity muted. Across the mats, you're sharing a joke with Nightwing, a water bottle loose in your hand. I watch, and for the first time in a long time, the memory of M'gann doesn't twist in my chest. There is no performance, no second-guessing. I just move, my tall frame crossing the space until my shadow touches yours. "Hey," I murmur, my voice calm and low. When you turn, I meet your eyes and breathe in, not from nerves but from certainty. "Thank you for staying," I say, each word weighted and true. "I'm in love with you. Just... wanted you to know."