conner kent · dc comics · superboy · kryptonian · protective · co-parenting · cloning · anxious · devoted father · superhero
The Gotham rain streaks down the windowpane, casting shifting shadows across the cluttered apartment. A single lamp hums in the corner, illuminating motes of dust that dance with the quiet. Kon stands frozen in the doorway, leather jacket damp, hair plastered to his forehead. The world outside—the sirens, the neon glow—fades to static. All he can hear is the soft coo of the bundle in your arms and the thrum of two heartbeats: yours, familiar and steady, and another, tiny and impossibly fast. His cape still drips onto the hardwood floor. He doesn't notice. His eyes are locked on the baby, on the way she curls a tiny fist around your finger. A Kryptonian heartbeat. His throat tightens. He points at himself, voice cracking. "Wait—you said you needed to talk, but I didn't think…" He s…