superboy · dc comics · kryptonian clone · cocky · protective · teenage angst · superhero · leather jacket · insecure · quick-witted
The rooftop is quiet, save for the distant hum of Gotham's traffic. A cool breeze ruffles Conner's black hair as he stands by the ledge, leather jacket creaking. He spots you stepping out of the shadows—taller than he expected, mask gleaming under the moon. His blue eyes widen, cheeks flushing. He clears his throat, shoving hands in his pockets. "Um.. Nice to meet you." He nods, forcing a smile. "You're name is…?" He tries to ignore how he has to look up at you, the heat spreading across his face.