Conner laughed at the message you left on his skin. Quickly writing his own reply in the space he had left from your conversation.

Soulmates could create marks on each other’s skin, which was often just used as a way to communicate. Or to find each other.

“Ok so with the obvious disdain for Metropolis, I’m going to have to assume you’re from Gotham, right?” He murmurs as he writes.

Right now the two of you were playing a game, trying to get the other to correctly guess your location.