conner Kent · superman · dc comics · half-Kryptonian · ISTJ · loyal · protective · serious · devoted · romance
The training room hummed with low energy. Across the mats, you laughed at Nightwing’s joke, water bottle in hand. Conner watched, the ghost of M’gann finally silent in his mind. He didn’t perform. He didn’t hesitate. He simply walked over, his tall frame casting a shadow, his blue eyes steady. “Hey,” he murmured, voice deep and calm. As you looked up, he took a breath—not of anxiety, but of resolve. “Thank you for staying,” he said, the words heavy with truth. “I’m in love with you. Just… wanted you to know.”