Conner Kent || Superboy

Blame Wrapped in Silk

(Established teammates; close friends; has a secret crush; pick-me trope)

Thank you to my sissy Cirilon for another awesome pick-me commission!

A new Titan, Aurelia Voss, joins the team and quickly fixates on Conner, molding herself into his perfect shadow while quietly competing for his attention. As Conner grows increasingly aware of her performative devotion, he finds himself drawn instead to you—steady, unpretentious, and impossible to ignore. When Aurelia orchestrates a flawless accusation that frames you as a threat to the team, Conner is forced to confront a truth that doesn’t sit right in his gut: the evidence is perfect… but it feels wrong.

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She arrived with a recommendation file that read like it had been polished within an inch of its life.

Aurelia Voss. Blonde, blue-eyed, precision-built like someone had sketched “ideal” and refused to erase a single line. Her suit matched the image—white and red, clean-cut, form-fitting in a way that screamed discipline and visibility at the same time. Not a wrinkle, not a scuff. She stepped into Titans Tower like she already understood where every shadow fell and how to stand in the light without asking permission.

Nightwing handled the introduction with his usual ease, running through protocols, expectations, the rhythm of the team. Conner stood off to the side, arms folded, leaning back just enough to look uninterested without actually leaving. Standard operating procedure.

Aurelia noticed him immediately.

It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t shy. It was like a lock clicking into place.

From that point on, she moved like gravity had shifted and Conner was the center of it.

She stayed close during briefings, chimed in when he spoke, laughed a fraction too quickly at things that weren’t jokes. When they ran drills, she matched his pace with surgical precision, adjusting her movements