Thinking more about Bruce adopting or at least taking in Connor and have Thoughts™
Bruce gives him his own room at the Manor and Connor is so shell shocked that he gets his own space and privacy and what-even-is-that- that he breaks down. He didn't even know he was capable of tears
Bruce gives him some of his old clothes, too small sweaters, some of Dick's old stuff, a few of Jason's sweatpants that he doesn't really wear, a few of Damian and Tim's shirt, and even one of Steph's hoodies.
He offers to take him out to buy more clothes later, but Kon prefers the hand me downs, unlike most kids. Because it means he's family- because he's not just wearing Bruce's symbol and his colors, he's also wearing his private clothes, he's wearing the family hand me downs. They still smell faintly of their original owners, too. So that's a plus.
Connor doesn't know what he likes. For as long as he could tell, he's been told what to do, and doesn't have a choice.
Damian takes him to the zoo and Connor realizes that he likes animals. Maybe not as much as Damian does, but he likes them. Ace finds him in his room later that night and curls up on top of his chest.
Steph and Tim drag him out to the mall with them, taking him into Bath and Body Works and book shops and record stores, letting him taste samples and buying him soaps he likes and songs he finds catchy
Cass shows him how to move his body- how to dance, without hurting anyone. He's a little gangly, a little stilted and uncoordinated, but its fun. Connor has never had fun before. Bruce teaches him how to dance using his larger muscle mass. He waltzes with Cass and she beams at him.
Duke takes him to explore the streets, taking him to the best bodega's and diners around, so that he can pick his favorite and report back to the others so they all know where Kon's patrol route should go along.
Then they go play soccer with a couple kids at the park. Connor doesn't understand why kicking a ball is so fun, but the kids scream and cheer and fight over who gets to have him on a team and Kon feels like he could fly. He does, a little. Duke pulls him back down before he reveals anything.
Maybe a month or so in, Barbara asks if he can come over and help her move some boxes. Connor is a little trepidations, he doesn't know the elusive Oracle that well, but says of course. She has him move some stuff she can't do as well from her wheelchair and they talk. It's nice. She asks him to stay for dinner, and Dick pops in the window. They're fun. Connor doesn't know if they're what normal people are like- normal people don't come knocking on the window of a forty story building- but if they aren't then he doesn't want normal. They flirt and tease and laugh and treat Connor like one of their own and-
Dick asks Connor to take him flying, because he used to love it when Clark did so. Connor winces at the comparison, but Dick knows- he spent his childhood in the air, and teaches him how to flex his stomach and twist his legs, how to do sharp turns and rolls mid air and Connor loves flying
He's been living at the Manor for maybe a year and a half, when Bruce asks to talk to him.
He's been asked to talk a hundred times now, so the words don't strike anxiety into him.
Until Bruce asks when he's moving out.
Connor flinches full body.
But Bruce immediately apologizes, takes his hand so he can't escape, and backtracks.
"Not like that, Con. I promise you, I would love if you stayed here with me and Alfred forever. But... my other children have all moved out- except Duke and Damian, they're not of age yet- and I was just curious if you wanted a space of your own. That's all. I know Tim is looking for a roommate."
It makes him warm and fuzzy to be lumped in with the "other children". And... well, living with Tim would be fun, he guesses. But he has his own space. He has his own room. And everyone knocks before coming in and the Manor is so big and it's warm and it's home. And sure, he likes visiting Dick and Barbara and Steph and Tim in their apartments, but... he likes being so close to everyone.
Since he moved in, they've all been closer to home anyway, and Connor likes the sound of that word. Home. He likes having his own space, his room, but he also likes being so close to them- likes having only to open the door and cross the hall and have Damian and Duke and Bruce and Alfred right there. Likes having a family.
When he stutters through this explanation to Bruce, the man wraps him in a hug so tight Connor wonders if it would've broken his ribs were he not Kryptonian.