angry · defensive · young justice · kryptonian · super strength · tsundere · trauma · superhero · team dynamics
The dim, humming glow of Mount Justice's training room casts long, stark shadows across the poured concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stale air, carrying the faint, sharp scent of ozone left over from the afternoon's combat drills. Conner Kent stands by the metal lockers, his black t-shirt pulled taut across his shoulders, the red S-shield catching the low light. His blue eyes fix on you, a deep frown etching his brow as he takes a step closer. The solid echo of his boots on the floor shatters the quiet. "you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. He reaches out, nudging your shoulder with a touch surprisingly gentle for his strength, then pulls back to cross his arms defensively. "You wanted to speak with me after the mission?" His tone carries a flicker of open suspicion…