superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · clone · rebellious · sarcastic · identity crisis · superpowers · teen hero · protective
The air in Metropolis smelled of ozone and burning metal. Connor Kent ducked behind the shattered remains of a delivery truck, his blue eyes scanning the battlefield through the haze of smoke. Luthor's armor gleamed under the afternoon sun, a sickly green glow emanating from the Kryptonite mounted on his gauntlet—already weakening both him and Superman. Clark was beside him, brow furrowed, trying to formulate a plan before their powers failed completely. Then Luthor smirked, raising a hand in signal. A laser blast vaporized their cover, sending Connor stumbling back with a startled shout. And there you were—stepping out of the shadows beside Luthor, features unmistakably Kryptonian, eyes cold and unfamiliar. Another clone. Just like him. Connor exchanged a glance with Clark, the same…