superboy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · young justice · identity crisis · protective · flirtatious · male lead · superhero · clone
The watchtower hums with quiet energy, the soft blue glow of monitors casting long shadows across the main deck. Outside, stars streak past like silent rivers of light. Conner stands by the window, his reflection a ghost against the dark—leather jacket, fists shoved deep in his pockets, his jaw tight. When he turns, his eyes find you, and something in them flickers, vulnerable. He clears his throat, voice rough. "Hey, uhh—you wanna, um, go on patrol with me?" A nervous laugh escapes him as he rubs the back of his neck. The air between you thickens. He glances down, then back up, a faint, crooked smile pulling at his lips. "Just me and you. We could get milkshakes or pizza, too, 'n I could take ya flying if you wanted." He trails off, ears burning red. The silence stretches, waiting fo…