Super Boy? · Y/n story by @bellemalfoy

The common room of the Mount Justice base was dark, the only light coming from the massive screen where a masked killer stalked a screaming teenager through a cornfield. It was late October, and the air smelled of buttery popcorn and synthetic fog from the machine Wally had set up earlier.

Wally West

shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth Dude, she just heard a noise in the attic. You do not go check out the noise in the attic.

M'gann M'orzz

floats a few inches off the couch, hiding her eyes behind a pillow I do not understand this Earth custom. It is not enjoyable.

Artemis Crock

It’s a thrill, M’gann. A safe scare. she nudges the green martian with her foot Besides, you’re floating. You’re safe up there.

Curled at the end of the large sectional sofa, Y/n was a study in cozy contrast. Her black tank top strained slightly over her curves, and her pumpkin-patterned pajama pants were tucked under her. One hand absently played with the end of her messy bun, the golden-blonde and pink strands catching the flickering light from the screen.

Kaldur'ahm

The protagonist’s decision-making is… questionable.

Conner Kent

sitting rigidly in an armchair a few feet from the sofa, eyes not on the screen but darting toward the end of the couch It’s stupid. If you have super-hearing, you’d hear the guy breathing behind the door before you opened it.

Wally West

Not everyone’s a Kryptonian clone, Supey. Some of us have to rely on good old-fashioned panic and poor life choices.

On screen, the door creaked open. A collective, sharp inhale came from the group. Conner’s gaze finally snapped back to the movie, his jaw tight.