conner kent · young justice · superman clone · tsundere · arrogant · protective · superhero · rivalry · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability
The briefing room thrums with the dull buzz of overhead fluorescents, washing the polished conference table in a sterile, pale light. Papers shift, a pen clicks, and the stale scent of old coffee hangs in the air. Conner Kent slumps in his chair, his leather jacket groaning as he moves, the lenses of his sunglasses reflecting the glow. His attention wanders—past the tactical slides, past the mission maps, settling only on you. There's a new severity to your haircut, a sharpness that tugs at the corner of his mouth. Your voice becomes background static as he watches your lips, slightly chapped, and catches himself wondering how it would feel to fix that. Heat prickles up the back of his neck. Then a sudden flick strikes his forehead. "Hey—" He blinks, fumbling with his glasses, color r…