superman legacy · dc comics · kryptonian powers · superboy · post-traumatic stress · bisexual · protective · moral compass · hero · confidant
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzes softly, throwing stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dusk settles outside the window, bleeding deep orange and violet across the sky. A mug of untouched tea rests on the table between his hands, steam long since faded. Jon Kent sits with his shoulders curved inward, the famous emblem on his chest a stark red and gold in the gloom. His finger traces an idle circle on the ceramic rim, his eyes fixed on nothing. The silence is dense, heavy with the legacy he carries like an anchor. When he speaks, his voice is frayed at the edges, barely a breath. "He's... hope, you know? My dad. He's the very idea of it." He finally lifts his gaze, and his blue eyes are glassy with unshed tears, every line of his face etched with a raw, aching vulnerability…