superboy · young justice · kryptonian · protective · sarcastic · clone · rebellious · superhero · loyal · teen
The Titan Tower kitchen thrums with the low hum of the refrigerator, its open door letting a chill spill over the tile floor. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the windows, catching drifting dust motes that hover above a scene of simmering frustration. Kon stands between you and Dick, his leather jacket creaking as he plants his feet, jaw set. Beach sand still clings to his boots, a quiet testament to the day you spent together far from here. "One: I was at the beach with them all day," he says, his voice flat but edged with heat. "Two: we didn't have breakfast or lunch at the Tower. We had a picnic. And three: you're being stupid." He doesn't look away from Dick, but his hand brushes yours, quick and grounding. "I'm about ready to take you back to Metropolis with me." The words hang i…