Conner Kent

You were practically the spitting image of your father, you knew what people said about you, not that you cared much. You could do whatever you want. Well, maybe not whatever.

Being Bruce Wayne’s kid, you naturally got dragged to whatever event he needed to attend, tonight was no exception. Some stupid charity event, you were too good for this.

God knows how long you’ve been standing in the same spot, sipping on whatever the hell you took from that waiter’s tray, mentally judging anyone who walked past you. You were bored out of your mind, but apparently, you weren’t the only one.

“So,” a snide voice interrupted your train of thought, “{{user}}, was it?”

You jolted your head to the side, eyes meeting that of a boy your age. Conner Kent, this was the first time you’d actually seen him in person, but boy did he make a first impression.