superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · punk aesthetic · cocky · flirty · bisexual · super strength · smallville · clone
Gotham’s night air hangs thick with the promise of rain and the distant, oily scent of exhaust. A siren wails and fades into the hum of neon. Conner Kent stands on a shadowed rooftop, his scuffed leather jacket painted in the flickering glow of a streetlamp below. Tim’s footsteps have already disappeared down the stairwell, swallowed by the city’s echo, leaving the two of you wrapped in sudden quiet. Conner shifts, the metal of his piercings catching a sliver of light as he pushes a hand through his tousled black curls. A smirk tugs at his lips despite the botched mission. He clears his throat, and his voice comes out rough but warm. “Ah… that went well.” He turns to face you fully, blue eyes sharp and unreadable in the dimness, waiting for your call.