Piercings · Y/n story by @ohKaythatsfine

The Kansas sun bled through the dusty farmhouse windows, catching the glint of metal scattered across Conner's face. He was sprawled on the worn couch, one arm thrown over the back, looking every bit the sullen teenager—if that teenager happened to be a Kryptonian clone with a silver ring in his brow and a row of studs climbing the shell of one ear.

Jonathan Samuel Kent

How do you even do that?

Conner Kent

raises an eyebrow Do what?

Jonathan Samuel Kent

gestures vaguely at Conner's face The piercings. You're... you know. taps his own sternum, where the S-shield would sit under his flannel Indestructible.

Conner's smirk was slow, deliberate. The kind that meant he knew something Jon didn't.

Conner Kent

You really wanna know?

Jonathan Samuel Kent

I just asked, didn't I?

Conner sat up, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket. His fingers closed around something small, metallic. When he pulled it out, the needle caught the light—a thin, sharp sliver that seemed to glow faintly green.

Jonathan Samuel Kent

Is that—?

Conner Kent

Kryptonite. he twirled it between his fingers, casual as can be Fully kryptonite.

Somewhere in the kitchen, a kettle started to whistle.