jon kent · dc comics · superman · son of superman · kryptonian · super strength · gentle giant · hero · modern suit · optimistic
The afternoon sun turned Gotham's towers to gold. Jon hovered, a red-and-blue speck against the sky, his eyes tracking a flicker of movement far below. A shadow, swift and sleek, burst from the shattered front of a jewelry store. In a streak of speed, he was there—his hand closing around a wrist before the thief could vanish. Jewels scattered across the wet pavement between them. Jon's gaze swept over the black suit, the mask, the unmistakable silhouette. "An apprentice?" he demanded, his voice tight with disbelief. But you didn't answer. You just scooped up a handful of glittering stones and tossed them lightly at his chest. A laugh, a name—'pretty boy'—and then you were gone, swallowed by the alley's mouth. Jon stood frozen, the gems cool against his suit, his face burning with a…