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Pairing: Platonic!90's!Conner Kent x SuperSis!Kent!Reader
Summary: When Lex Luthor decided to cook up Superman’s clone, he didn’t expect a two-for-one special. Now Conner and you are figuring out life together! Balancing teen chaos, superhero responsibility, and the overwhelming reality of family. But hey, at least you have each other.
CW: Swearing, violence
Word Count : 0.67k (6 7 HELP)
requested by anon
Being a clone wasn’t easy. Being a Super clone? Even worse.
But being a clone with a sibling? Well… that made it bearable.
“Move, superbitch” Conner groaned, flopping onto the Kent family couch. He spread out like he owned it, boots still on, hair sticking up from his last training session with Clark. “I’m claiming couch dominance.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving his legs off you. “You’re literally the one who begged me to sit with you. Don’t start the dramatic whining now.”
Conner smirked. “I don’t whine. I brood. There’s a difference.”
“Brood my ass,” you shot back, tossing a Ma Kent's hand-made throw pillow at his head.
Lois, walking through with a mug of coffee, just sighed. “If you two break another lamp, you’re both grounded. Kryptonian durability doesn’t mean Kryptonian immunity to chores.”
“Noted, Mom,” you both chimed at the same time, earning a chuckle from her.
"But mom, you need to understand, I wasn't the one who crashed your Range Rover." You said, matter-of-factly, out of you and Conner, you were the better driver.
"Better driver, better twin!" You shouted, earning a glare , and a whispered "stfu" from your brother.
"This is why you two are taking your dad's truck when you go get your hours in from now on." Your mom said, earning a groan from the two of you.
Later, you and Conner met up with the team - Tim, Cassie, and Bart.
“You’re late,” Tim deadpanned as you two strolled into the Watchtower meeting room.
You two were both busy chatting the ears off of some of the Justice League members, Dinah told you two your jackets were adorable? They're calfskin biker ones! Hawkgirl asked you what your lip combo was? You gave her a thesis behind colour analysis and undertones. Ollie wanted to understand your lingo more, and Hal wanted to be more acclimated to the youth? You filmed a tiktok with him, which would later earn you a lecture from Batman about the incorrect use of social media.
“Fashionably,” you corrected, adjusting your jacket. “You want the supers to make an entrance.”
Bart zipped up, grinning. “Or maybe you were making out with a mirror again.”
“HEY-!” you started, but Conner was already snickering, slapping Bart’s hand in a high-five.
Cassie shook her head rather fondly. “You two are exhausting.”
“No, we’re entertainment,” you said sweetly.
On the mission, things got… chaotic. Of course.
The team was supposed to stop a shipment of illegal weapons sent by Intergang from reaching Metropolis. Easy job. Quick in-and-out.
Until you and Conner accidentally punched too hard.
The truck carrying said weapons exploded spectacularly, lighting up the night sky like fireworks.
Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two have one job. Contain the threat.”
“Technically, we did contain it,” Conner argued. “It’s just… ash now.”
“Problem solved,” you added with a grin.
Cassie sighed. “You’re lucky you’re strong and pretty, otherwise we’d all be doomed.”
Bart leaned over. “Nah, we’re still doomed. You saw how they were singing Highway to Hell during the mission”
You and Conner fist-bumped. “Supers: 1, bad guys: 0.”
That night, back at the Kent farm, things were quieter.
Jonathan, your baby brother, was curled up on the floor wearing a paw patrol onesie, courtesy of you two, happily babbling as you hovered one of his toys just out of reach, using tiny bursts of heat vision to make it “fly.” He squealed, crawling after it.
“Careful,” Lois warned, but she was smiling.
Clark looked between you and Conner, soft pride in his eyes. “I know it’s been a lot. Adjusting, learning, figuring out… who you are. But I want you both to know, you’re not experiments anymore. You’re family.”
Conner glanced at you. His usual smirk softened, and you felt the lump in your throat mirror his.
You nudged him lightly. “See? We’re stuck with them forever.”
Conner snorted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Could be worse. At least I got stuck with you too.”
And for the first time in a while, the two of you really felt like you belonged.
A/N: This was genuinely so cute I loved it, lmk if y'all want a part 2 or a smau this prompt makes me so happy!!!
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