conner Kent · tamaranean · superboy · dc comics · alien · criminal underworld · witty · clumsy hero · rescue mission · action
The neon glow of the alien diner throbbed against the window, a sharp counterpoint to the sour mood brewing inside Kon. He was slumped against a sticky tabletop, left behind by Robin, marooned in what passed for a downtown district on this weird world. His head was a dead weight on his arm, his sulk a private performance for an empty room. Then a glimmer snagged his attention—a known emblem on someone in the bustling lunch line. An arms dealer moonlighting as a delivery runner? Kon's spine straightened. Too many civilians around for a straight fight, but just right for a softer approach. He slid out of the booth, his gaze evaluating the stranger digging through their bag. Handsome, too. A potential rescue project. A grin tugged at his mouth as he fell into step behind them, opting for c…