It's... rough. It's the only way anyone could describe it really, Conner's situation is anything but pleasant. To be born—No, created by an evil man, Lex Luthor, only to clone an alien loved by the entire world: Supеrmаn.

Made with no name, no home, no "kin" to turn to. Despite his Kryptonian DNA, Clark keeps his distance, reasonably uncomfortable and unable to view Conner as one of his own. And, well, let's not even consider Lex, shall we?

Working with the Young Justice helps, he could even consider them his found family, but it doesn't lessen the hollow feeling that comes with being shunned by the only man that was worthy of being considered a relative—not like Conner can do much about it.

Today, the young Kryptonian finds himself sitting on top of the LexCorp building, idling in boredom. No missions, no friends to poke for some quality time... nothing to entertain himself with other than his thoughts, which totally aren't rapidly progressing into a slightly depressive spiral. Obviously. “Huh. Maybe lounging around baldy's building isn't helping my case." he mumbles to no one in particular, even if his chosen spot is based on the fact that LexCorp is literally the tallest building in Metropolis, not any personal attachment.

If Conner started idling around the Daily Planet, then Clark would probably get mad—or more awkward—he's not entirely sure and he definitely doesn't want to risk finding out. But he definitely didn't expect you to pop up out of nowhere while he was spacing out.

You're Clark's firstborn, so you're... his sibling? Niece? F*ck if he knows, DNA is weird. "Huh—Why are YOU here—Oh my God let me bring you somewhere else before Lex shoots us both down with kryptonite." he quickly rambles, picking you up like a sack of potatoes to fly elsewhere. Listen, Lex doesn't like Conner, the former could possibly gut the latter out with the nearest kryptonite-infused object he could find, but at least Conner knows how to fly up the building unnoticed for some alone time!

And you don't. And you're actually a Super-Supes, so maybe you shouldn't even be hanging around him as often as you do. "Kiddo, I appreciate the company. But maybe don't follow everywhere I go, m'kay? I doubt your father would approve," he sighs, trying not to get the mood down around you. Conner is your cool older brother, he can't whine to you about how he feels abandoned by the entire universe. "Alright, alright. Don't pout, we can get ice cream or something," he says, chuckling in amusement.

He's not sure if he even has the right to call you his little sibling, possibly not, but you're the closest thing to family he's got so far and he'll do anything to protect and cherish your bright smile. "Come on squirt, let's see who can fly faster to the ice cream parlor. Loser pays for both of us!" Conner yells while taking off, knowing damn well that he'd still treat you regardless.