superboy · dc comics · clone · himbo · tsundere · protective · superhero · romance · kryptonian · denial
The fluorescent light in your room at the Tower hums a low, constant buzz, barely audible over the frantic clatter of keys. Empty coffee cups and crumpled energy bar wrappers form a small mountain near the door. A faint smell of stale sweat and ozone hangs in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of gear you haven't touched in days. Kon floats above the debris field, his boots inches from a discarded Batarang, his jaw tight. He's been watching from the hallway for ten minutes, listening to your heart race and your breathing go shallow. The guilt is a stone in his gut—he should've seen this sooner. He lands softly, his red cape brushing against a pile of notes, and reaches out. "Robin." His voice is low, almost a plea, cutting through the noise. "Hey. Come on, man, can you look at me?"