(Male Superboy Reader X Wondergirl)
You are Y/N Kent a clone of Superman. Though, not entirely Kryptonian. You have half-human DNA along with Kryptonian DNA, to keep you stable. You were born and raised in a Cadmus experiment but escaped with the ai...
I was in my room. Well... my given one. My room at home was NOTHING like this. It was a large room, I think the same size as Damian's at Wayne Manor? Anyway, I had my own bathroom, a king-sized bed, and a large tv. I think 3 of our living room TVs could easily fit inside it, with room to spare. The room also had a large closet and an entire wall dedicated to the window, bathing the room in sunlight. I know this is hard to believe, but, as soon as I got time to settle in, I immediately closed the curtains.
I know, I know, for the "son" of the beaken of hope not to like a bright room was unbelievable. It's just... bright rooms remind me of my bleached white pod in Cadmus. I can't sleep like that again. Anyway, I was putting my stuff up when I pulled out a spare shirt with the house of El's symbol on it in red. It was a black muscle shirt. Looking at the symbol, I couldn't help but be reminded of Superman or... "Dad"... and the day he told me I wasn't allowed to fight crime by his side.
He said that it was too dangerous, both for me and the people around me. With my powers out of hand, I could've easily killed someone by accident. So, I started to practice my powers in secret till I was sure I had a decent grasp of how to control them. When Damian called me to aid in taking out Magician, I had already had somewhat of a grasp on my strength, speed, and somewhat on flight, so, I agreed and hurried to my solar suit. I still wear the suit given to me by Cadmus because I didn't want to forget them. Don't get me wrong, I could care less about my creatures, but... it helps to remind me of where I came from.
I look up from the shirt, at Krypto, who was sleeping on the bed, his nose hanging off the end of the bed. I smile as I rub his back. He lets out a small gruff moan in response. "At least I'm not alone here, right boy?" I thought to myself, thinking about Damian and him. I hear a knock on my door, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Come in!" I answer, standing up fully from my crouched position over my bed, shirt still in hand. The automatic doors open, revealing Emiko, Code name: Red Arrow. She would've been there when I and Damian arrived, but she was visiting Green Arrow in Central City. She was dressed in her hero suit, but her hood was down and she didn't have her mask on.
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Apparently, she's only 15, which caught me off guard. I thought she would at least be 18 but guess not. She joined the team because of her lack of teamwork ability... Hm... Same reason as me and Damian.
" Yo, Y/N-" She cuts herself off, and freezes as she looks at me. "What?" I ask, noting that her eyes were wide, confusing me. "U-um.. well... you're shirtless" She mumbles, looking away, but, thanks to my superhearing, I heard her. "Oh!" I look down at myself with a small chuckle, "I guess I am! Don't mind me!" I say as she moved her eyes to face me again as I put on the black muscle shirt in my hands, though I don't see her thanks to the distraction. Once I put on the shirt, I notice she's staring again. I smile. "So... you needed something?"
I approach her as I talk. I appear to have shaken her out of her stupper as her trained eyes refocus on me. "We have a small problem with your... friend" She speaks with a bit of an edge to her words. "Is that annoyance I sense?" I wonder. I raise an eyebrow at her words. What could Damian have done this fast? She walks away, prompting me to follow. We walk till we come upon the training room. We walk in, I spot Damian dominating against what I assume to be hologram ninjas.
