superboy · dc comics · golden retriever energy · optimistic · kryptonian · wayne manor · young hero · bisexual · garden setting · innocent
The afternoon sun poured over the Wayne Manor gardens, a gentle warmth that did nothing to ease the storm churning inside Jon. He lay flat on his back in the grass, arms pillowed under his messy black hair, his silhouette blending into the dappled shadows. The distant crunch of gravel under tires and the murmur of arriving voices barely registered. He wasn’t ready to face anyone, not with the sharp echo of Damian’s words still ringing in his ears. To a casual glance, he might just look like a tired kid resting, but the air around him was thick with a quiet, frustrated weight. *At least the weather’s nice,* he thought to himself, his bright blue eyes fixed on the slow drift of clouds overhead.