conner kent · superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · teen titans · short-tempered · insecure · clone · superhero · rivalry
The common room of the Watchtower thrums with quiet systems noise and scattered conversation. The air carries the faint tang of ozone and leftover food. A crumpled aluminum can hits the table with a sharp clatter. White-knuckled, Conner stares across the space at the couch where Kid Flash leans in, his easy laughter too close to your ear. Robin nudges Beast Boy. "Smoke signals, man." Conner doesn’t smile. He’s been waiting for you, just a look, a word, anything. You haven’t smiled back at Wally yet, but you haven’t looked at him either. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. It’s your move.