Prompt Post - Part Two! [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“No, you can't,” he agreed. “Listen. There's a time for authority, and a time for compassion. You can't bark orders at a young, frightened child and expect her to fall in line like a soldier.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?!”
“Appeal to her interest. Convince her that it's safer to be with you than it is holed up.”
Suddenly the stench of burning grew more powerful; Superboy turned to see smoke had begun seeping in from beneath the door. Frustration boiled hot in Superboy's stomach, and the force of his finger jabbing into the radio button very nearly broke it in half. “This is pointless! I don't have enough time to-”
“Superboy.” The tone, sounding all too soft and like it came from a different person entirely, stopped him in his tracks. “There's no reason to be angry.”
Connor swallowed, everything grinding to a halt.
"No good reason," he corrected quietly. Then he knelt down and peered into the crack once more, forcing down the near-panic thrumming in his chest. “Hey. You still there?”
“Go away!” the girl's voice was practically a wail, and he saw the shadows shift as she tried to shrink back even further.
Superboy sighed. “Hey, hey. I'm sorry for yelling. I just want to help, okay?” The girl didn't reply. “I'm Superboy. Can you tell me your name?”
A long pause.
“Sofie,” came the tiny voice.
His mind instantly jumped to the other victim, lying atop the pile of debris-and despite the very real need to get him out of there before he breathed in too much smoke, not to mention the overall urgency of the situation, Superboy realized that a grin was threatening to split his face.
“Sofie, huh? Say, do you live here with your father?”
“I-I...uh-huh. On the first floor.”
Bingo. “You know, I just rescued him.”
“D-dad?” Her voice was slightly awed, and cracked with relief. Superboy saw her outline shift again. “He's okay?”
“Yeah. In fact, he's down here with us. He hit his head-but he'll be okay,” he added quickly. “You wanna see him? He was pretty worried about you.”
He extended his hand as far into the crack as it would go. And then, after a few seconds' hesitation, he felt a gentle tug of fingers on his own. When he pulled her out, he saw that her red hair was tousled and her face was streaked with dirt and her clothes were crumpled, but she had the most nauseatingly trusting smile he'd ever seen.
Fire burst into the room. Superboy swept the girl up and dashed towards her father, hitting the button for his radio. “I got her,” he breathed.
“Good.”
-
“I can't believe you,” The police officer cried, face pale. “You do realize that you just ran into a burning building? Literally! Into!”
Connor shrugged.
“So you're some kind of superhero, then? How long as the Bat been letting you operate in this city?”
Connor shrugged again.
“Are you all like this?” the officer asked a bit helplessly.
“No. Do you still need to arrest me?”
The officer gave a shaky laugh, adjusted his cap, and shook his head. “You know what? Forget about it.”
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