Post by Conner Kent on Aug 5, 2020 16:28:42 GMT -5
Participants: Conner Kent and Chris Kent
Location(s): Metropolis, Fortress of Solitude, various
Time of Day: N/A
Summary: It's not his fault, okay? He can fix it! Probably. He just needs help! ...
Conner Kent was a full-fledged, experienced and established superhero in his own right. He did, and had, in many ways stood toe-to-toe with his mentor. Heck, he'd debuted in this world as the new Superman, before the first came back. But there were still times when Conner felt like a kid, and an irrational, blind panic set in at the thought of disappointing Clark, or getting that look. You know. The one. The "I love you but I'm so disappointed" look that was somehow so much worse because of the "I love you" part at the beginning.
That blind panic was what sparked through his veins right now, as the world spun under him and the gleaming cluster of light that was Metropolis came to the fore. Conner muttered a stream of "Pleasebetherepleasebetherepleasebethere," under his breath, his eyes boring ahead of him, into the Kent apartment and the lone figure sitting there at the kitchen table. The smallest kernel of relief got tossed onto the panic.
With a blast of air, Conner appeared in that kitchen. "I'm glad you're here! I need your help," he gasped. He looked at Chris, whose eyes were darting between Superboy and the food an inch away from his open mouth. "Bro, there's no time, just bring the sandwich!" he added, tone an octave higher than usual. Conner sped out of the apartment, slowing down a few seconds in the air above the city for Nightwing to catch up, failing to wrangle his paranoia the whole time.
"This way! Follow me!" he yelled when Chris finally made it level with him...
- - - - -
Conner stood on a glacial jut of ice. The snowy wind whipped his jacket and hair violently. The Antarctic stretched in a clear, featureless, white expanse in all directions. Superboy had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, with one hand he scratched anxiously at the stubble lining his jaw, grimacing hard the whole time. "I didn't do it!" he stuttered, looking at Chris's stunned expression. "Okay, I guess I sort of did, but it was an accident and-" Conner threw his hands out in exasperation - not at Nightwing, but at himself - toward the emptiness directly in front of them, "-well obviously I didn't mean to make the Fortress disappear!"