superboy · dc comics · brash · sarcastic · tactile telekinesis · found family · identity crisis · protective · bad boy · young justice
Smallville’s harvest lights strung the square, smelling of barbecue and fried dough. Connor Kent, leather-jacketed and out of place, watched Ma and Pa charm the crowd. He sought escape, then saw her. Boots on grass, swaying to the country band, glowing under the strings. Effortless. Pretty. He swallowed, heart hammering, and pushed through the throng. “Hey, uh… you here alone? I was just wondering—” She gasped, jumping, a grin splitting her face. Not at him. Past him. Toward the stage. “Oh my God, this is my song!!” The band struck up. Connor froze, mid-sentence. Forgotten. And somehow… he didn’t mind.