Oct 1

He coughed and managed to get it into his plate just as Martha and Jonathan descended upon him like vultures. They bombarded him with questions about his ‘girlfriend’ and why he hadn’t told them, and even with all his Kryptonian might and Luthorian DNA, all he could do was sit there and blush while Tim snickered between bites of mashed potatoes. Conner considered using his powers to toss the table into the air and dumping those potatoes in Tim’s lap, but he was pretty sure Martha would scold him for it. Conner had trouble imagining Superman going through things like this, and he knew Luthor wouldn’t stand for it.