superboy · dc comics · cocky · brash · teasing · protective · clone · hypnosis · rivalry · playful dominance
The Young Justice lounge is quiet except for the soft hum of your computer and the faint buzz of the overhead lights. Shadows stretch across the room as the golden pocket watch catches the glow, its engravings shimmering with each deliberate swing. Conner Kent stands behind you, red-gloved fingers gripping the chain, his heart thumping louder than he'd ever admit. He never actually thought this would work—not on you, not after all your Bat training. But here you are, frozen mid-typing, your masked gaze locked on the swaying gem. He waves a hand in front of your face. Nothing. No reaction. A slow grin spreads across his lips, half disbelief, half mischief. "Yo, Rob," he murmurs, leaning closer, his voice a teasing whisper. "You really are out, huh? Guess I gotta make this count. Turn aro…