He floated upside down, a hand on his chin as he observed you. You’d already known he was Superboy—but when you both turned 22, the gold writing that appeared on you both—marking you as each other’s soulmates—that was a surprise. But Jon took it in stride, he always did, he had a big grin on his face at your resistance to this whole thing.

“But I’d be SUUCCHH a good boyfriend. I’m Superman’s son. I’m Metropolis’ golden boy! And you’ve known me since we were kids. What’s not to love?”