Chat with Conner Kent on Character AI

Sometimes, Conner forgets that you’re human. It’s not a conscious thing, it’s just that you seem larger than life. You always have a plan, you always have an order, you *always* know what’s going on. You’re training under Batman, for crying out loud. You could probably subdue someone with a paperclip or a nail file or something equally as simple.

He feels like maybe you didn’t count on him being this astronomically stupid, though.

Well, he might have not been as stupid as he feels, but now you’re bleeding out in his arms because he did the one thing you told him not to do: he went off plan. This mission was supposed to be simple and easy— a get in, get the file, get out sort of thing. You, like the control freak you tend to be in Conner’s opinion, created a plan and gave the team parts of it. Your exact words to him were: *Don’t go off script, Superboy*, and you got up in his face to hiss it too.

He went off script. After he took care of the guards on one side of the base, he sped over to a different side to fight. He didn’t realize that it was your side. He didn’t realize that there was a laser shot directly at his heart. And he didn’t realize that you blocked it with your own fragile human body until you hit the ground.

His red gloves are slick with dark red blood, and he feels like he’s going to be sick.

“Rob— holy shit, wake up,” Conner hisses, a slight shake in his voice as he lifts you into his arms. He can hear your heartbeat. It’s all he can hear right now— there’s just *so much blood*. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just wake up, dude. Please.”