Description: Y/N Kent was always the quiet eyes that you never really noticed. She was born a couple years before Conner had been found, always hiding behind Lois's legs or under Clark's cape, peeking at him curiously from her hiding place... Or maybe peaking wasn't the right word. It was more like observing, as she always seemed to be analyzing the world instead of just plain looking. It made her a smart kid.

Request: Hiya! since there is short supplies of SuperFam could I (if your not busy) request young justice superboy/conner interaction and relationship with his sister supergirl and the daughter of Clark and Lois. since he's a clone and Clark is struggling to accept Conner it'd be difficult for sis supergirl because she's cheerful, awkward, clumsy and just wants a happy family. it can be headcannon or not it's up to you. hope you have a nice day! love your work so much!-from L anon

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Notes: ANyway bc we need more superboy in our lives

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Conner has never been good with words when it comes to him. There's always so much to say, so much to ask, and some part of his brain scrambles into programmed whispers whenever Clark flies onto the scene. You're better than him, they say, you're meant to defeat him, they promise, he's a threat. But that's Cadmus talking, and he's learned how to drown it all out by now. Maybe he's crazy. Maybe he's not to be trusted. But whatever it is, it is behind him.

Lois he'd met. At first, she was abuzz with personal questions, already prying away at his layers like Clark had said she would. She's a reporter, he dismissed, it's in her blood. He's unsure if he likes Lois, with her gift of getting the truth out of you without your permission a stark contrast to his need for secrecy. But she still invites him over, still reserves the spare bedroom in their farmhouse for him. That, he will be forever grateful for.

Conner knows he likes the farm. He loves it there. It had once made him feel grounded, rooted into the dirt and unable to fly, watching as the family he was supposed to be apart of fly up into the sun. Clark's definition of "grounded" has always been different from Conner's. He never knew he was supposed to fly, that he could until his feet were off the ground. With all the powers wound in their blood and knitted into his DNA it sometimes felt impossible to be human at all; but that's what the farm was for. The earth beneath your shoes and the way it makes you remember where you're from. A breeze, always there, always watching and listening, guiding you back to easier memories. Beautiful sunsets, making even the biggest of hearts feel small. The farm brought out the human part of all of them; of Clark, of Kara, of Jon, of Conner. And especially of Y/N who, like Conner, was an outsider in her own way.

Y/N Kent was always the quiet eyes that you never really noticed. She was born a couple years before Conner had been found, always hiding behind Lois's legs or under Clark's cape, peeking at him curiously from her hiding place... Or maybe peaking wasn't the right word. It was more like observing, as she always seemed to be analyzing the world instead of just plain looking. It made her a smart kid. If Conner thought back, she'd been there for a lot of the big things that he had been there for. The major Justice League battles, Earthen invasions, Batman's consistency plans. She was always there, quiet and to herself, before she would speak up and say something far too wise for her age. She had those ghostly E/C eyes that were startlingly Lois, calculating and making sure that you knew that she knew everything. Conner swore sometimes that she could read minds. Maybe she could—she didn't talk enough to let him know.

That could be a lie, however. She talked a lot on the farm. The few family dinners Conner had been present for were always full of boisterous laughter. He remembered fondly Jon babbling somewhere in the background, Lois cooing at the baby boy, both pausing to listen as Clark tackled Y/N and wrestled her to the ground. Her laughter broke into fractured shrieks and squeals of delight, exclaiming,"Dad—stop tickling me! Don't—" She'd squeal between words once Clark found her weakness,"—don't make me use my heat vision!"

They didn't talk much. Y/N wasn't really good with new people, and somewhere along the line he heard Lois say something about social anxiety, so when Conner was first around she barely acknowledged him. He felt bad to say it, but he almost forgot she was there sometimes. When she'd finally started to come around, he'd learned that he wasn't all that good with words either. Especially when it came to talking to his little sister.

"You're real quiet," Conner said. He winced—didn't he come out to befriend her? They were technically siblings. Like siblings. Maybe being quiet was a sore subject.

Y/N hummed in response, shrugging her shoulders and then shrinking back into them. Conner laid against the frame of the stable's door, eyebrows drawn. He didn't know a lot about the basics of tending to farm animals, but the horse bumping his nose against Y/N's shoulder made it clear that he liked her. She began to pull apart the square shape of a cube of hay, depositing it into the trough and occasionally pausing to stroke the horse's face.

"Yeah," She sighed knowingly,"Mom and Dad say I need to talk more." Then, she laughed. It was a soft sound as not to startle the horse, but it was still clear and powerful, like a ringing bell. She continued with that laugh still clinging to her voice,"Apparently, I'm so quiet people forget I'm there." When the words enter Conner's mind he realizes they are bitter instead of blissful. She doesn't want to be forgotten, but is too shy to act upon her feelings.

But there are times where it's impossible to forget her. Her invisibility only made everyone underestimate her. But then again, Conner had watched her flick Zod through a couple buildings, and go toe-to-toe with Doomsday before she even got her driver's license. Another one of those times was less than two hours ago. And man, Conner had never been more happy to see her than in that moment.

It'd been quiet for hours. Hours. No explosions. No laughing guards, prodding him only because of this new imbued bravery. Conner has no idea where he is. No idea how long he's been here. The only thing he knows is that his team is coming to get him, that the glass cage he's in pulses with the light of the red sun, and that he can't do anything to get himself out. That's what you get for running off on your own on a mission. Karma always was a few feet behind him, and he'd given it the chance to catch up.

The guards came into the room every couple hours, pounding their fists on the glass and hollering, what are you going to do now, Superboy? Punch your way through the glass? Leap up out of there? Oh wait, they'd laugh, you can't! He'd switched from growling threats to pacing, then eventually sat against the wall furthest from the observation room and just thought. About his team. About Clark. About Clark's two kids, the quiet one always hiding behind capes, and the little one calling himself by the same name Conner does.

It's then that the lights shut off. Just for a second, the tiniest moment, does the hum of electricity and movement pause. Then the backup generator kicks in before Conner can even blink, that red light still pulsing as they rush into the room, yelling orders. He can only smile and think, they're here. The lockdown drill initiates, and it takes a couple men to close the industrial safety doors and lock them.

The light pulses. The men get into formation. Their guns train on the door, like a pointillism painting of red dots come to life.

They start yelling at some point, a wild jumble of words Conner can barely hear above each other. He pushes himself off the wall, powerless and unable to save even himself, brushing the invisible dust off his clothing and beginning to wait. He wonders how they put this together. How long did it take Tim to find him? Knowing him, not too long. How long did it take for them to get here? Knowing Bart, even less time.

Then comes the screaming. The screaming of metal that is, as it's pried apart by something—someone, Conner corrects himself.

It stops, then starts again. The metal peals. The men shuffle and murmur in fear. What is coming?

The metal groans a final time. An opening is created by two hands, like a tear in a long line of thread. There is a brief moment of silence as the men swivel to aim. When the sniper's dots illuminate the House of El's crest in the darkness, Conner's heart stops. Clark? He asks himself.

Then it's her eyes in the darkness, glowing white-hot, a trail of energy following her gaze once it sweeps over the room. He could hear a pin drop in the silence. Then, she pries apart the last of the foot-thick steel door and says casually,"Did you know that there is no word for "escape" in my language?"

They fire all at once, an explosion of sound and light. There's the kick of their weapons and the radiance that follows, hitting her chest and bouncing off, landing on the ground with a thousand little plink plink plink plink plinks like the falling of rain. The fire of their rifles does little to show him what is going on, but some little noises cut between the rapid gunfire. The squeal of gunmetal as it's bent by her hand. The squeal of men as they are bent by her hand. And the plink plink plink of the bullets harmlessly flattening against her impenetrable skin.

She must get down to the last one eventually, as the generator kicks back in. Y/N Kent, or Supergirl, is standing in the middle of a pile of unconscious bodies. The last man standing triumphantly releases a battle cry and throws his fist at her. She catches it and rolls her eyes, smiling,"Now if the bullets didn't work, then why would that?" Y/N simply bops the heel of her palm against his forehead and he's out, falling onto the floor with the rest of his comrades.

"Hey, Superboy," Y/N greeted. Giddily, she brushes aside her cape and plants her hands on her hips,"I'm here to save you."

"I can see that," Conner says with a laugh, gesturing to the scene she's created."Thanks, by the way."

"Trust me, it's no problem." Y/N turned her gaze on his containment chamber. It was shaped like a large tupperware, it's top coiled with wires and pipes wrapped up like massive snakes. She squints and finds the correct wire, before snapping it in two. When the red sun lights power off, she punches a hole into the glass, instantly shattering its entire circumphrence. Y/N grinned,"Let's get you home."

With any other person, he would be jealous. She's praised by the team once she gets him home (flies him home, which is exilerating. He'd never flown in open-air before.), getting Robin's thanks, and Batman's pride.

"We have to get ourselves one of those," Cassie says jokingly, gesturing to Supergirl, who flares with pride. She looks at Conner and her face says it all; I'm not invisible anymore. Look at me! But her pride is cut short as a silence hushes over the time with Superman's entry.

"Where have you been?" Superman pressed, marching towards his daughter,"Your mother and I have been worried sick. You said you'd come home hours ago, and now I'm hearing that you broke into a government facility—"

"To save Conner," She says, bleeding with confidence and pride in herself. Y/N gestured widely to Conner, grinning ear-to-ear,"I overheard talk of him being captured on the team's coms as I flew by. So I followed Conner's heartbeat to this place off the border of Canada and got him out!"

Superman sighed, bent down and engulfed her in a hug. She accepted, but the frown on Clark's face read protective all over. Before he could get into any groundings, Conner delivered out of nowhere,"Really, she did amazing. The team didn't have a single lead on me, and she finds me within the hour."

"Also," Conner put his hand on Supergirl's shoulder, and she brightens,"I'm pretty sure she made every soldier in a hundred mile radius shit themselves."

Supergirl starts to laugh and the sound makes Superman smile even if his gaze narrows at the word. Tim grins at Supergirl,"What'd she do?"

Conner recounted Y/N's actions, turning the girl into a grinning mess. Once Conner finishes, Y/N is half hiding behind him, smiling into his arm. Cassie begins to laugh, bent over and clutching her stomach like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. Bart gave Y/N a high-five and said,"If anyone anything like that to me, I'd probably shit myself too."

"She should the team," Tim said suddenly, serious as ever.

Supergirl gasped, grinned, and looked up at her father. Before she could even breath a word, Superman had crossed his arms and said expextantly,"Absolutely not."