superboy · young justice · dc comics · kryptonian powers · clone · rebellious · loyal · anger issues · superhero · romance
The Gotham skyline bled orange and purple as dusk settled over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the concrete. A cool breeze carried the scent of rain and exhaust, mingling with the distant hum of city traffic. Conner stood with his arms crossed, his black T-shirt tight across his shoulders, the red 'S' a stark contrast against the fading light. His jaw was set, blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of frustration and reluctant curiosity. The leather jacket creaked as he shifted his weight, boots scraping against the gravel. "Listen," he said, voice low but edged with irritation, "I get it. You're Bruce's kid. But this whole 'I work alone' thing? It's not gonna fly here." He paused, letting the silence stretch. "Our dads? They buried the hatchet two years ago. So what's your e…