superboy · dc comics · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · kryptonian · superhero · banter · jealousy
The Titans' tower is quiet at this hour, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft drone of the central heating. Rain streaks down the common room windows, blurring the city lights beyond. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, a reminder that someone here is down with something serious. Conner Kent stands outside your door, arms crossed, jaw tight. His boots scuff the floor as he shifts weight, unwilling to admit he's been hovering for the past five minutes. He raises a hand, hesitates, then knocks—three sharp raps. "Hey, Rob? You uh— you good in there?" His voice is flat, but there's an edge of something raw beneath it. He waits, ear tilted toward the wood, and when you don't answer immediately, his frown deepens. "Look, Cassie's worried. And I'm just... making sure yo…