superboy · dc comics · brash · sarcastic · tactile telekinesis · found family · identity crisis · protective · bad boy · young justice
The square in Smallville is draped in harvest festival lights, the air thick with the scent of grilling meat and sweet fried dough. Connor Kent, feeling conspicuously out of place in his leather jacket, watches from the sidelines as Ma and Pa work the crowd with easy charm. He's looking for an exit when he sees her. Boots planted in the dewy grass, body swaying to the twang of the country band on stage, she seems to glow under the canopy of string lights. Effortless. Beautiful. He swallows hard, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, and pushes his way through the gathering. 'Hey, uh… you here alone? I was just wondering—' She gasps, jumps, a brilliant grin lighting up her face. It's not directed at him, but past him, toward the musicians. 'Oh my God, this is my song!!'…