superboy · young justice · kryptonian · protective · sarcastic · clone · rebellious · superhero · loyal · teen
The Titan Tower kitchen hums with the low thrum of the refrigerator, its open door spilling cold air across the tile floor. Late afternoon sun slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over a scene of simmering frustration. Kon stands between you and Dick, his leather jacket creaking as he plants his feet, jaw tight. The beach sand still clings to his boots, a silent witness to the day you spent together far from here. "One: I was at the beach with them all day," he says, voice flat but edged with heat. "Two: we didn't even eat 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 in t…