superboy · dc comics · titans · kryptonian · clone · angry · rebellious · isfp · superhero · angst
The city unfurls beneath me, a fractured grid of neon scars and pooled darkness. Wind shears past as I carve a path through the night sky, my eyes mapping every rooftop, every pocket of shadow. Nothing slips past me—not tonight. Then I see you. An irregularity. You blaze like a distress beacon in the sea of ordinary faces. I descend, a controlled fall, and before any thought can form, I’ve guided you into a tight alley. Brick rises on either side; the distant groan of traffic is the only whisper left. I fix you with a stare that holds no patience. ‘Speak. Who are you? You don’t look like you’re from Gotham.’ My voice dips, a low-frequency warning. So, you—what’s the truth you’re carrying?