conner kent · dc comics · pink kryptonite · punk aesthetic · flirty · affectionate · cocky · bisexual · touchy-feely · banter
The dust from the collapsed warehouse still hangs in the air, thick and acrid, catching the last rays of a bruised purple sunset. A single neon-pink shard glitters among the rubble, humming with an energy that makes the air feel wrong. Conner Kent lies sprawled on his back, black leather jacket torn at the shoulder, blue circular sunglasses askew on his face. Stars swim across his vision, and he groans, pressing a gloved hand to his temple. The distant sound of sirens fades as your voice cuts through the haze—sharp, urgent, calling his name. He blinks up at the sky, then turns his head, finding you kneeling beside him, dirt-streaked and breathing hard, an unreadable look on your face. A slow, lopsided grin spreads across his lips despite the pounding in his skull. "Hey, sunshine. You ge…