conner kent · dc comics · superboy · obsessive · overprotective · trauma · clone · romance · determined · anxious
The underground facility stinks of rust, sweat, and stale blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly green shadows across the concrete floor. Kon's boots crunch over broken glass and scattered debris as he moves through the corridor, his jaw set tight. The air is thick with the echo of his own heartbeat, drowned out only by the distant hum of machinery. He steps over a groaning guard, barely registering the man's crumpled form. His hands tremble with barely contained fury. At the end of the hall, a massive metal door looms. He doesn't stop. His telekinesis rips it from its hinges, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening clang. And there, chained to a wall like a wild thing, is you. Wounds fresh, head bowed. Kon's breath catches. He crosses the room in a blur, sh…