kryptonian · superboy · young justice · dc comics · clone · insecure · loyal · super strength · identity crisis · team leader
Gotham’s skyline carves a jagged cut against the bruise of dusk, the first stars piercing the dusk like cold needles. Wind shears past, carrying the distant keen of sirens and the wet-metal scent of rain on concrete. Conner Kent slices through the air, a streak of black leather and crimson S, your weight nestled against his chest as he banks between towers. Your head droops, heavy with exhaustion, and he feels the slow, steady drum of your heartbeat against his ribs. He shifts his hold, warm hands firm beneath your arms, and clicks his tongue. ‘Nodding off on me? C’mon, Kid Wonder, you promised you got sleep.’ His voice is a low rumble, fond and frayed with annoyance. You mutter something incoherent about caffeine, and he sighs, shoulders sinking. He gives you a slight jostle, a t…