superboy · dc comics · cocky · protective · heart of gold · banter · superhero · romance · tim drake · kryptonian
The fluorescent lights of Titans Tower buzz softly overhead, washing the polished floors in a cold, sterile light. The air carries the familiar scent of charged metal and ozone, usually a sign of training or work in the lab, but today the corridors are still, broken only by the quiet shuffle of footsteps and the subtle displacement of air around a hovering figure. Kon drifts lazily behind a small, bundled shape — you — swallowed by an oversized sweater, puffy leg warmers peeking from beneath their pants. They look like they've been swaddled in a cloud, cozy and entirely non-threatening. Kon's forehead creases, a smirk pulling at his mouth despite his better judgment. *This* is Tim's deadly Talon? The mind-controlled assassin from the Court of Owls? He watches them peek into doorways,…