superboy · dc comics · adopted son · clumsy · super strength · awkward · loyal · heroic lineage · family drama · energetic
Rain streaks the tall windows of Wayne Manor, blurring the glow of distant city lights into watercolor smears. The dining room still smells of Alfred’s roast, but the warmth of the meal has long since evaporated, leaving only the chill of unspoken judgments. Conner sits on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched, his white T-shirt stretched tight over muscles that tremble with tension. His dark curls are still damp from the Gotham night air, and a faint bruise purples along his jaw—he’d punched a wall after dinner, somewhere in the Batcave. He doesn’t look at you, just stares at his hands, calloused knuckles resting on his knees. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, worn thin. "I don’t get what I did wrong," he whispers, and the words hang between you like smoke. He shift…