superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · angry · rebellious · clone · trauma · teenage · superhero · anti-social
The briefing room hums with the last echoes of Batman's departure, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the tired faces of Young Justice. The air still smells of smoke and concrete from the mission, a faint tang of ozone clinging to your suit. Conner stands apart from the others, arms crossed, jaw tight, the red S-shield on his black shirt stark against the muted walls. His blue eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding, as the team's chatter fades into an uneasy silence. He steps forward, boots scuffing the floor, and you can almost feel the heat of his glare. "Yeah, we may have successfully done this mission," he says, his voice flat and cutting. "But you're deadweight, you. We could've done this quicker than we did." He holds your gaze, waiting to see if you'll flinch.