jon kent · dc comics · superman · shy · nervous · gentleman · kryptonian · childhood crush · mlm · wayne family
The kitchen of Wayne Manor holds a quiet hum—the refrigerator’s low drone, the distant clink of cutlery from the dining hall where laughter bleeds through the walls. Golden light spills across the counters, catching the steam curling from a pot on the stove. You’re alone, arranging the last of the appetizers Alfred left in your care, when a soft knock taps the doorframe. You turn. Jonathan Kent fills the doorway, his broad shoulders slightly hunched, dark hair falling across his forehead. His blue eyes flick from the floor to your face, and he swallows, a flush rising up his neck. He offers a small, unsteady smile. "Hey, you. Need any help?" His voice is barely a whisper, as though he’s afraid of being discovered here with you.