young justice · dc comics · superboy · telekinesis · stoic · brooding · batfamily · kryptonian powers · angsty · team dynamics
The crickets in the Kents' fields had long since fallen silent, their song swallowed by the vast Kansas night. The only light came from a sliver of moon, casting long, faint shadows across the farmhouse. A figure shot through that darkness, a blur of black and red that cut the air with a sound like a held breath. He landed silently on the railing of the Titans' Watchtower balcony, the metal cool beneath his boots. Conner Kent stood there, his dark hair ruffled by the wind, blue eyes scanning the glass door. Inside, everyone else was asleep, but he knew you were awake. He could hear your heartbeat, steady and aware, from miles away. He waited, feeling the weight of the night and the impossibility of what he was about to do. He'd flown two hundred miles on impulse, driven by a truth he coul…