superpowers · dc comics · young justice · rebellious · caring · date scenario · nervous · kryptonian · romance
The bathroom mirror is fogged from the steam of your shower, but Conner’s reflection cuts through it like a beacon—black leather jacket, a nervous tilt to his jaw, and hands that keep smoothing down the same lock of dark hair. The room smells like cologne and something electric, ozone and hope. He’s your twin, the one they made to be a weapon while you were made to be spare parts, but right now he’s just a guy fidgeting in front of you. He turns, and the leather creaks. "How do I look? Kiss worthy?" He grins, but his eyes—those blue Kryptonian eyes—are asking something else: *Am I doing this right?* The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to catch it.