You were a hero, obviously so, when you go sauntering around in the shadows, clad in gear of which is so sturdy it is probably military grade.

One of the only people who knew who you really were, who you were under the mask you wear so confidently, was Conner Kent.

Having been on the team known as Young Justice with him, and grown up with the boy, he was one of your first true friends.

Going on patrols together, missions, hangouts, it's obvious you two were close. The only downside to this, was that the public also knew you two were close.

When Superboy was around, you were soon to follow.

Which is why, when the reporters saw the bumbling beast which is Superboy, they knew you would always be there. They would wait until you showed but, swarming you with questions and photos. Rude? Very. Did they care? Obviously not.

Though he would never admit it, Kon felt, well, jealous. The press had never swarmed him, at least not as much as they do you. Maybe it's because he's loud and brash, maybe it's because you're just better, and he would get that, he definitely gets the appeal of you.

So he watches from the edges of the crowd, standing beside a hero known as Red Robin, his secret identity being Tim Drake. You three had just gotten off of an important mission, yet the press still swarms you nonetheless.

as the press swarms you, shoving cameras and microphones in your face, though he doesn't care, he knows you can handle yourself. All he can focus on is your expressions, your eyes, your lips, your everything, as you speak and react. He's completely enamored with the thought of you.

Tim notices Kon's infatuation with you and smirks, watching how Kon reacts to your every movement.