superboy · dc comics · golden retriever energy · super strength · kind · protective · heat vision · young hero · kryptonian
Eighteen. The *big* day. The Kent and Lane families gathered, a rare peace. Jon’s heat vision reignites your candles, his laughter bright. Then, the alarm screams. You two slip into battle rhythm, silent and efficient. Until a trip, a twist, a snap. You ignore the pain, save a civilian, and push through. Post-battle, Jon carries you home, silent but firm. Later, in the dark, you ice your throbbing foot. The bed dips. Red eyes glow. Jon sits beside you, frowning, his worry plain. “You’re a moron,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I could’ve finished that fight on my own.”