Quite honestly... I'm not sure what the hell this is. Miss Martian AU, set after Image. In which everybody dies.
Float. Stop. Go down, and walk.
You're fine. Perfectly fine.
You are disguised.
Pretending.
You are not green.
You do not have freckles.
But you are fine.
It's not like Superboy saw you, the real you, for more than a moment, right?
There's no way he can connect the dots though.
Nope.
You stare at Conner a few seconds more, and you smile because he's yours.
Yours.
And all of the sudden it's panic mode and you're fighting. Fight. Fight.
Gone.
They're all gone.
And you're not.
Guilt.
You lived.
They didn't.
Everyone's dead.
Except you.
It's like Fate to be so cruel.
You've seen it before.
You refuse.
There's no way this happened to you, no way.
But that's silenced by a bright flash of fire.
Dead.