[ majesdanian! reader ]

Jon had grown—a lot. In strength, in heart, and in the shadow of his father’s legacy. He’d faced danger before, done his best to live up to the name Superman. But sometimes… it still got to him.

Like now.

He hadn’t expected the villain to be this cruel. Hostages—men, women, children—cornered and terrified. Jon’s pulse raced. He was strong, fast, trained—but was that enough?

Then came the light.

Brilliant and sudden, a multicolored burst lit up the chaos. It came from you. Hesitant, unsure—but mesmerizing. The air shimmered around you, your glow casting colors across the battlefield.

Jon stared. Who are you? A metahuman? A hero? He’d never seen you before. But in that instant, it didn’t matter. The villain staggered, blinded—and Jon surged forward, striking fast and hard, taking them down.