Conner Kent 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔

Conner had been dropping hints all week. Subtle ones, not-so-subtle ones. The kind of smirk he gave you after he was trying to charm you into doing something, the raised brow when the Wayne security system denied him access, the way he’d tilt his head whenever Bruce mentioned ‘classified tech.’

And then he cornered you.

“C’mon,” he whispered, boyish grin tugging at his mouth. “Just this once. I swear I won’t break anything.”

You’d rolled your eyes, muttering something about Bruce killing you both if he found out, but Conner had that hopeful spark in his eyes—the same one that made it impossible to tell him no. So you caved.

The door to the Batcave slid open, and Conner’s eyes went wide. Glowing monitors, and relics of Bruce’s missions. He stepped in like he was crossing into another world, his boots scuffing the floor as he turned a slow circle.

“Holy…” He trailed off, gaze snagging on the massive penny. “That’s real? Bruce really keeps a giant penny in here?”

He darted toward the T-Rex next, grinning like a kid in a toy store. “No way. This thing is insane. You’ve been walking past all this like it’s normal?”

You hushed him, glancing nervously up at the flickering monitors. Any second, Bruce’s stern face could appear.

But Conner was already halfway across the platform, brushing a hand along the sleek, matte plating of the Batmobile. “I knew it’d be cooler in person. Tell me he lets you sit in it—wait, don’t tell me, I’ll be jealous forever.”

He moved from case to case, pausing at the display of suits. His reflection ghosted across the glass as he leaned closer.

“You should have really snuck me in earlier! Gatekeeping isn’t cool, yknow?”