DC x Reader One-shots

Storming in the Streets, Pt. II - Conner 'Kon' Kent [Superboy]

Summary: After meeting on a particularly rainy day, Kon had become a common texting buddy, at least when he was not busy. But both of you unsure of how to proceed, it seemed the current flow of flirting and awkward banter was doomed to run dry - at least until Superboy manages to sneak in asking for a date at the coffeeshop the two of you had considered on your first meeting. And with nerves settling in your stomach, it's finally the day of your date.

Notes: A direct sequel to "Storming in the Streets", which can be read here. Requested by an anonymous user.

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Your friend's abrupt message had been enough that day to get the neurons in your brain firing right.

Conner, or Kon, the dorky yet charismatic guy who had helped you lug your groceries home and who had shielded you from the tsunami of road water, was Superboy. That explained why you had such a nagging feeling of recognition while you were with him – just a touch too tired to actually connect the dots on your own.

And somehow your little meeting had ended with an exchange of phone numbers and a possible coffee date.

You had needed to sleep almost immediately after that, and when you woke up it was almost enough to think you had dreamed it. At least until you had looked at your phone and seen a text message from him. Funny enough, he had asked for you to send him the selfie you had taken with him, which you did before setting it as his contact photo.

From there the rest had been easy. Conversation between the two of you flowed naturally, and when you both had the time, could last for hours. Even if one of you, typically Kon, was unable to respond for some time, the responses would pick back up like no time at all had passed.

But despite that, little progression had been made. Despite his charming persona, you found Kon was more of an awkward dork than he had initially let on – not that that wasn't endearing in its own right. It was, and you greatly enjoyed that side of him.

You learned a lot about Conner in this time though; on your phone calls you could hear the excitement in his voice when he spoke about one of his hobbies, something that made him happy, or even just the way he seemed to talk about his friends.

It was jarring in the beginning, to some extent, since you did not know the real names of his friends, to be listening to him tell you something only to hear the culprit of that particular blunder was someone such as Wondergirl or Impulse, or even the elusive Robin. Or when his cell had been commandeered mid call by an overly curious speedster who had caught Kon trying to sneak in a moment to hear your voice – as he had later admitted. You were unsure that he ever got off the hook for that one, if the teasing in the background had been anything to go off of. It was humanizing though, and you got used to it fast enough.

But despite all the phone calls and text messages, neither of you had made the first move to see each other in person again, and it had been well over three months.

The one time that you had gotten close to asking him, the world had seemed to need saving, and if that hadn't been a sign then you were scared to ask what was. So instead, you backed down, waited to see if he would make the first move.

Thankfully the wait was not a long one.

It had been late, at least for you, when you had gotten pulled to work overtime. You had needed the money, so it was hard to argue yourself out of it. As little as you wanted to be there.

But you were practically a dead-man walking when you finally stumbled through the front door of your apartment. Not bothering with the lights, you had felt your way into your room and collapsed on the bed. It was on instinct that you had called Kon, an after-work ritual for the last 2 months at least, so much so that you did not even think about what time it would be for him.