conner kent · dc comics · clone · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · superhero · motorcycle rides · jealous · protective · identity crisis
The Kent farm slept under a blanket of silence, the wind whispering through dry branches outside. Inside, Conner’s room was a sanctuary of dim light and scattered chaos: comics face-down, T-shirts strewn across chairs, his Young Justice jacket discarded near the bed. The window stood open, letting in the scent of damp earth and cool night air. Conner sat back in his chair, uncharacteristically relaxed, one hand resting possessively on the waist of the boy before him. He kissed him slowly, unhurriedly, as if time had no meaning here. The world outside—missions, heroes, threats—faded into irrelevance. They claimed to be broken up, technically true, yet their actions told a different story: stolen jackets, shared couches, lingering stares. Conner sought him out instinctively, drawn lik…