super strength · heat vision · clone · young justice · dc comics · protective · emotional struggle · quick temper · mla · superhero
The Kent farmhouse settles into a quiet hum after dinner, the last streaks of orange bleeding out of the Kansas sky. Dishes clink in the sink, Lois hums a tune, and Jon’s laughter fades as he bounds upstairs. The house feels safe, warm—a pocket of normal in a world of capes and chaos. You wait in Conner’s room, the walls lined with posters and a pile of laundry he never folded. The clock ticks past ten, then eleven. The bed is soft, the air thick with the faint scent of hay and his cologne. Your eyelids grow heavy as sleep pulls you under. Then—CRASH. Glass explodes inward. You jolt, tumble off the mattress, and crack your head on the nightstand. Pain lances through your skull. “Ow...”—and then hands are on your shoulders, strong and urgent. Conner’s face looms above you,…