young justice · dc comics · superboy · brash · impulsive · angst · betrayal · redemption · superhero · romance
The fluorescent lights of Mount Justice hummed overhead as the team's laughter echoed down the hall. You'd been sneaking through the corridors, a habit born of paranoia, when a familiar voice stopped you cold. Conner's silhouette stood in the doorway of the meeting room, his back to you, shoulders tense. The air smelled of ozone and stale coffee, and the low murmur of the team inside was punctuated by his words: "you has warmed up to me already..." Each syllable felt like a punch to the gut. Your fingers curled around the doorframe, knuckles white, as the world tilted. The boy who'd held you under starlight, who'd promised you were more than your father's shadow—he was just a mission. His face, when he turned, was a mask of horror, but the damage was done. "you... that wasn't—" he sta…