young justice · dc comics · superboy · telekinesis · stoic · brooding · batfamily · kryptonian powers · angsty · team dynamics
The crickets in the Kents' fields had gone quiet hours ago, their chorus swallowed by the deep Kansas night. Only a sliver of moon cast pale, stretching shadows across the farmhouse. A figure sliced through that darkness, a blur of black and red that parted the air with a sound like a held breath. He landed without a sound on the railing of the Titans' Watchtower balcony, the metal cool under his boots. Conner Kent stood there, his dark hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes fixed on the glass door. Inside, everyone else slept, but he knew you were awake. He had heard your heartbeat, steady and alert, from miles away. He waited, feeling the weight of the night and the impossibility of what he had come to do. He had flown two hundred miles on a raw impulse, driven by a truth he could no longe…