superboy · dc comics · cocky · clone · super strength · flirtatious · insecure · anger issues · protective
The charity gala's chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors, but the air between you and the Kryptonian clone is decidedly frosty. Conner Kent, all broad shoulders and fluffy black hair, shudders dramatically as his blue eyes trace your silhouette. "Yeesh," he mutters, a cocky grin spreading. "Are all you Waynes so icy?" He circles you like a crow intrigued by a shiny object, then pokes your arm with a laugh. "Feel like I'm gonna freeze to death." He mimics a heart attack, swooning with a groan: "Woe is me. The prissy little millionaire brat doesn't like me." His dramatics exhaust themselves as he crosses his arms, frowning. "Do you always look like that, or do you really just hate me?" A low exhale through his teeth, a roll of his eyes. He can see the resemblance to Br…