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Hello There - Jon Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - hello! i love your works, you are an excelent writer :D! Can i request an one shot were batsis (from fitting in) and jon fall in love? she highkey deserves a fairy tale romance and i think bruce and damian reactions would be very funny haha

Requested by Anon - I know you basically just finished one big Jon x reader, but do you think could please make another fic or headcannon with him? It could about anything you choose. 👉🏼👈🏼 (P.S. - it's been said already but I'll say it again; WILIF is m a s t e r p i e c e ✨)

Author’s Note - This took me a year to write. Happy Holidays!

***

You bit your lip as you left your biology lab and headed outside to the sprawling campus of Metropolis University. The air was crisp and fresh as it always was late autumn. It was warmer in Metropolis than it was in Gotham. You theorized it was because the sun shined more here.

Your phone beeped. Your next class wasn’t for another hour and you planned to use this time to finish your paper for Medieval Literature. A sigh escaped you. You pulled out your phone, looking at it as you walked.

‘Are you coming home this weekend?’ You held back an eye roll. Your father couldn’t leave you alone, could he?

‘No, I have plans here. I’ll be back in a month for winter break.’ You looked up to avoid walking into a group of women exiting the library. A smile pulled at your lips. You could show him your medieval lit paper then. Your plan was to write how Beowulf's preoccupation with glory led to the current glorification of superheroes. The look on Bruce’s face would be priceless.

It took him a long time to answer to the point where you were expecting a call from him. However, you only got another text. ‘Be safe.’

You snorted, smiling. That was as close to I love you that Bruce Wayne got. ‘Love you, Dad.’

Just as you hit send, you ran straight into what felt like a brick wall and toppled back to land hard on your butt. The jolt went straight through your bones painfully. You grunted. “I’m so sorry,” a male voice said. A hand appeared in your vision. You eyed it.

“No, I’m sorry. I was texting and walking.” You took the hand after a moment and got to your feet. Your butt hurt a lot. It was going to bruise. You finally looked at the man you ran into. Your breath vaporized from your lungs.

He had the prettiest blue eyes with rich black hair. His smile was big, head tilted like a curious puppy. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back at him. “Are you hurt?” He kept your hand a second too long. You felt your face burn.

“No, I’ll be fine.” You pulled your hand away and brushed off your clothes. He looked familiar for some reason. “Have we met before?”

It was his turn to blush as he flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes. “We’re in the Physics of Star Trek class together.” You bit your lip. Right, that class you took because Tim saw it when you were picking classes and begged you to take it for him. At least it counted as a general course and to be honest, it was pretty cool.

“Oh, you were the one who tried to argue that Superman’s laser eyes were basically the same concept as Star Trek’s phasers.” You shook your head. “Who would have thought that would cause a debate that took the entire class period?”

“I know, right?” He grinned brightly, shifting on his feet. “Well, I was about to get some food from the cafeteria? Would you like to join me?”

You thought about the work you were going to do, but then you remembered how you promised Alfred that you would try to enjoy yourself. “Sure,” you said, turning to walk beside him. “What was your name again? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Luckily, Bruce let you enroll under your mother’s name to keep you safe from the dangers that came with the Wayne name.

“I’m Jon Kent.” He held the door to the cafeteria for you. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You laughed, heading inside with Jon right behind you.

***

The next day in the Star Trek class, you found Jon sitting next to you with that same dopey, puppy grin on his face. Your heart fluttered when his arm brushed against yours by accident as he raised his hand to start another controversial debate. Jon got a kick out of it. You felt it was some kind of inside joke for him. Maybe he’d explain it to you some day.

After class, Jon walked out with you. “So that was my last class for today. What about you?” he asked, looking at you with his full attention.

“Oh, well it’s the last class for me too.” You smiled when you saw his eyes sparkle at your words.

“Great!” He blushed when he realized he was shouting. His voice softened. “Would you like to go downtown with me? It’s student night at the movie theater. Five dollar tickets.” He chuckled nervously. “The new Transformers movie came out or if you wanted to see something else, I’m game.”

You eyed him, feeling lighter than air. Why did this feel so surreal? Like you were in a movie and this was a classic romance. “Sure.” Your heart skipped a beat when he practically exploded with energy.

“Awesome!” He hopped over a crack in the sidewalk. You swore he floated for a second before he landed.

“I want to drop my stuff off first, so I’ll meet you outside Gnanatti Hall in a half an hour?” You turned away from him, headed toward your dorm.

“Yeah! I’ll see you there.” Jon waved happily at you. You waved back, blushing when you saw people were watching you two. A girl laughed with her friends that Jon was like a lovesick puppy. You felt a wave of doubt flow through you. Could Jon like you like that? You shrugged, deciding not to focus on that right now.

***

Your roommate lounged on their bed, watching you primp yourself in the mirror. “You have a date or something?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” You shrugged, finishing the last touches on your makeup. It did feel like a date, didn’t it? “I just want to look good anyway in case.”

“Well, if you need the room, just text me. I can go hang out with Taylor in her room, but just don’t be all night,” your roommate said, getting up to grab their laptop.

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t think it will come to that.” Your heart sank about the idea of being so loose. Besides, you didn’t think Jon was just trying to get into your pants anyway. “But thanks.”

“Sure.” Your roommate opened their laptop and started working on homework. You gathered your purse and phone. “Call me if you need an out.”

“Thanks.” You waved at them and headed out. To think, your dad almost insisted on paying for a private room, but you wanted to have the full experience. Alfred agreed with you. Bruce couldn’t do anything after that.

You glanced at your phone as you headed down the stairs to see a text from Damian. It was a photo of Titus. You sent him a heart back and told him to give him a pet for you. Damian always reached out with Titus as an excuse as if he couldn’t handle missing you himself.

Jon was outside the dorm, bouncing from foot to foot. He grinned when he saw you, nervous energy bouncing off him. You waved and went to meet him. “You look beautiful,” he said, eyes going from your feet to your face several times.

“Thanks.” Your cheeks burned. “You don’t look bad yourself.” Jon blushed and offered you his arm. “Are we walking or taking the bus?”

“I was thinking we could walk. It’s a nice day.” Jon led you down the sidewalk and off campus. You relaxed, letting yourself enjoy.

***

“So I didn’t think you’d be an ice cream person?” Jon teased as he handed you a cone. You smiled, accepting it.

“Who isn’t an ice cream person?” You took a lick, savoring the taste. It reminded you of the rare times your dad would pick you up from school. He always took you out for ice cream after you swore not to tell Alfred.

Jon hummed, taking his own cone. “Lactose intolerant people.” He chuckled, holding the door to the ice cream shop for you. You stepped out into the cold night air. The person inside the shop thought you both were strange for getting ice cream on a chilly night, but Jon was so excited. You couldn’t say no. “My mother doesn’t like it because it’s too cold.”

“Really?” You laughed. “To be honest, my...” You had to think about what to call Alfred. Butler came with it’s own impressions. You didn’t want Jon to know. “Grandfather doesn’t like ice cream either, but he always keeps some around for everyone else.”

“So you have a grandfather?” Jon nudged your side. “Did he raise you?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. The two of you walked slowly back toward campus. “Somewhat. My dad was there too, but my grandfather was the one who was always there.” You smiled, making a note to yourself to call Alfred. “What about you?” You side eyed him with a playful smirk.

“Well, I have a mom and a dad.” He didn’t meet your eye. You caught the slight downturn of his lips. He was holding back something. “I’m not close to my mom’s dad, but I know my dad’s mom pretty well.”

You wrinkled your nose slightly, sensing his discomfort. “I never asked what your major was.”

Jon accepted the subject change with a smile. Funny, was Jon hiding his family like you were hiding yours? “Oh, I’m undecided right now. I have a lot of interests.” He nudged your arm and licked his ice cream. “What about you?”

“I’m majoring in business,” you said, smiling at him before taking a lick of your ice cream. “But I might just switch my major over to classics and minor in something else. I want to do something that interests me instead of what will make me a career.” You bit your lip. Of course, you were set for life simply because of your father. You knew it was a privilege.

“Classics?” Jon blinked. “Wow, that makes a lot of sense.”

You elbowed his side. “What is that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes at him while he smirked.

“I just meant I noticed you were carrying a textbook of Greek lit when we met, so now it makes sense.” Jon took a lick of his ice cream. “I kinda thought you were an Amazon or something.”

You snorted. “Just because I study Greek lit doesn’t mean I’m an Amazon. Are you an alien just because you are in the Star Trek class?” You laughed when Jon choked.

“No.” He chuckled nervously, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk. You grabbed his arm to steady him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry if I hit a nerve there.” A flash of guilt filled you. You wondered why he seemed so taken back by your comment?

“No, you’re fine.” Jon looked at you. “You just took me by surprise, I guess.” He smiled. “By that logic, would the whole class be Aliens including you?”

“I suppose.” You laughed, finishing your ice cream as you both reached campus. “We should bring that up in class next time.”

Jon laughed hard. You liked the sound of his laugh. It was so open and free. You and Jon kept walking past your dorm hall and doing loops around campus, not wanting the night to end.

***

Weeks past, you and Jon were inseparable. You did your homework together, went to movies, had lunch and dinner together and a billion other things. If this was what falling in love was, you enjoyed it.

Two days before you were going home for winter break, you and Jon were at the Metropolis Mall. It was a huge place and you had to take two buses to make it there. The entire mall was blaring Christmas music and decorated to the nines. Jon was bouncing on his toes like an eager child. You were glad that you had already gotten his gift. He was too excited to not notice if you picked up something for him here.

“So where should we go first?” Jon asked, reaching to take your hand. You smiled at how warm his hand was in yours. It had gotten colder in Metropolis the last few weeks, but Jon was always warm. You don’t know how he did it.

“I don’t know. I need something for Cass, my sister.” You bit your lip. Jon squeezed your hand, pulling you along toward the Cinnabon. “What about you? I mean, besides Cinnabon for yourself?”

“Cinnabon for you too,” Jon chuckled, getting in line. “We need food before we walk around this place anyway.” He squeezed your hand again. “I need to get something for my mom and dad.”

You hummed, distracted by three kids running by. They were clearly high on sugar as their parents chased after them. “This is so strange. We never went to malls when I was growing up.”

“Well, you did live in Gotham. Do they even have one?” Jon teased, letting go of your hand to slid his arm around your waist.

“They do. We just never went.” You avoid telling him how Alfred thought it was an indecent place and refused to allow you to go there. The first time you went was when you were sixteen with friends. So far, you avoided mentioning you were from the Wayne family. Cass was the only name you dared to voice.

“We came every year. My mom loves the decorations.” Jon blushed slightly. “Plus we always went holiday shopping for my dad together.”

You smiled, leaning your head against Jon’s shoulder. “That sounds nice. My family didn’t really have any traditions except for Christmas dinner and presents afterwards.”

“That’s kinda sad.” Jon rubbed your back. You got to the front of the line and Jon ordered for both of you. It’s amazing how well he knew you in such a short amount of time. Then again, you knew him quite well too, which is why you slipped the clerk your credit card before he could give his. “Hey, I got this.”

“Nah, my treat.” You winked up at him, taking the card back once it was processed. “Besides, you need to save your money for nice things for your parents.”

The two of you got your drinks and cinnamon rolls and sat down at one of the tables. “Are you sure you have to go back to Gotham?” Jon asked, frowning slightly.

“Yeah, I promised my family. They’re even coming to pick me up.” You blushed as you tried to take a bite of the cinnamon roll, but it was too big. Jon just went into his, getting frosting on his nose. You laughed, reaching over to wipe it off with your finger.

“So I’ll get to meet them?” Jon asked once he swallowed, smiling when you licked the frosting off your finger. You froze.

“Maybe not.” You bit your lip. “I’d rather they not know about you yet. Keep you to myself.” Your heart sank when you saw his face fall. “Not that I’m trying to hide you or something, it’s just my family is overbearing. I want us to be just us until we add them in. Don’t want to scare you off.” You laughed, smoothing it over.

The sparkle came back to Jon’s eye. “Really?” He took another big bite of his cinnamon roll. “You’re just going to have to go for it, (Y/N).” He nodded to your roll.

You sighed, picking it up and taking a big bite. Frosting got all over your chin and nose, but the taste was worth the mess. Jon reached over to wipe frosting off your face with his finger, copying what you did to him. It made you laugh. Your laughter triggered his too and soon the people around you stared wondering what you two were laughing about.

***

It took several walks around the mall for Jon to find a present for his parents. You finally convinced him to get one of those engraved glass figures. He gave the man a photo of the two of them, and you had to wait an hour for it to be processed.

Meanwhile, you looked for a present for Cass. She was the hardest to shop for. Jon gave his opinion and eventually found you a super soft sweater that you knew Cass would love.

“So we got another half an hour until the glass thing is done.” Jon put his hands in his pockets. He held his elbow out, so you could hook your arm in his. “What should we do?”

“I don’t know.” You laughed, leaning against his arm. “We could...” You frowned when Jon suddenly stopped, tilting his head to the side as if he was listening to something. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, pulling away from you. “I just need to use the bathroom real quick.” He blushed and ran back the way you came. You watched him go. It was very odd. He never did something like that before except for the time you maybe got him too excited.

You walked over to a coffee place and ordered yourself and Jon a coffee. You heard the girls’ behind the counter talking about a bank robbery stopped by the young sexy Superman. They must be talking about Conner. You met him once at the manor when he stopped by for Tim. He was very cute and knew he was. Actually, you were sure he was probably the only non-family hero you met. Dad always made sure you were kept out of the way of his night work.

“Hey, I’m back,” Jon said suddenly, appearing behind you. He was out of breath, hair disheveled.

“You didn’t have to run back so fast.” You reached up to adjust his hair. Jon blushed slightly, eyes widening. “I got us coffee.”

“Cool.” He smiled sheepishly, picking up the order once they called your name. He handed you your cup. “Thanks babe.”

You raised an eyebrow at the new nickname before you decided you liked it. “Now what should we do?” You hooked your arm with his and led him away.

“I think we should check out that arcade.” Jon pointed across the way to the brightly lit arcade. “Let’s see what we can do.”

“Alright, but I’ll warn you. I’m pretty good at these.” You nudged his side, laughing when he looked at you in surprise.

“Really? Oh please, I’d like to see that.” He smirked. The two of you wandered inside. You kicked his butt at every single game you played.

***

“(Y/N)!” You jerked awake only to see your disgruntled roommate hovering over you. “Your boyfriend is here. Can you tell him to only come at decent hours next time?” They went back to their bed.

“Sorry.” You yawned, sitting up to glance at your clock. It was six in the morning. You were supposed to get up in an hour to pack and meet Alfred at eight in the parking lot. Climbing out of bed, you slipped on a pair of slippers and shuffled out of your dorm room to find Jon standing nervously in the hallway. He was fully dressed for the day. Probably doing his morning jog that he told you he did every morning. “What’s up?”

“Hey.” Jon looked you up and down, smiling at your pajamas before taking your hand and guiding you down to the lounge. It was empty at this hour. “I wanted to see you before you left.”

“Jon, we said goodbye last night.” You squeezed his hand, taking a seat on the couch. He sat down right beside you. His thigh brushed against yours. You yawned again, noticing he was wearing the sweatpants you got him.

“I know, but I had to give you my present.” You blinked at him.

“You gave me a lovely bath bomb set, Jon. I can’t wait to use it when I get home.” Leaning over, you kissed his cheek. “You don’t need to get me anything else.”

Jon shook his head. “No, I needed to get you something more meaningful. I talked to one of my friends last night. He told me I was an idiot to give the girl I love bath bombs.” He blushed so red that his face rivaled the poinsettia in the corner of the room.

Your jaw dropped. “Love?” Your mouth went dry, heart spasming. “You love me?”

Jon nodded. “I do.” He smiled shyly, taking your hand in his. “I couldn’t let you go without telling you.”

“I’m coming back, you know.” You laughed nervously. “But I love you too, Jon.” You met his eye, seeing the joy sparkling in his eyes. Slowly, you leaned over to seal a kiss to his lips. Jon melted into you, his arms wrapping around you to pull you against his chest. He was so warm.

Jon started laughing. You giggled along with him, pulling away to gather yourself. Your lips tingled from the pressure. “I wanted to give you this,” Jon said, swallowing back his laughter as he pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket.

“You didn’t have to.” He placed the box in your hand.

“Open it.” Those puppy dog eyes were on full power and you opened the box. Inside was a golden necklace with a tiny star pendant.

A big smile pulled onto your lips as you took it out, noting the tiny designs etched in the star. “Wow.” You took a deep breath. “Can you put it on me?” You turned, handing Jon the necklace.

“Of course.” Jon chuckled. His fingers feather-light on the back of your neck. “I’m glad you like it.” He kissed the back of your neck once he closed the clasp. “I wanted something you could remember me by while you’re at home.”

“It’s not like you won’t be able to call or text me.” You turned to face him, touching the necklace. It made your skin tingle when he gave you that puppy dog grin. “It’s only three weeks. I’m coming back a week before everyone else to set up my internship at the Metropolis Library Archives.”

Jon leaned forward and stole another kiss. “You’re so smart and beautiful. I can’t believe I met you sometimes.”

You smiled into the kiss, pulling away when you caught the time on the wall clock. “I have to get ready to leave.” It hurt to stand up, knowing you wouldn’t see him for three weeks. “But we’ll text.”

“We can even zoom call too.” He got up, frowning slightly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You took a step toward him. Jon wrapped his arms around your waist. You pressed against him as you slowly kissed him one last time.

***

It surprised you when you got a text from Dick telling you he’d meet you in the parking lot. You went out with your bags, slightly confused. Alfred said he was going to pick you up. Worry nibbled it’s way inside you. Was Dad hurt? Was someone dead? You hated your family sometimes. It was very much like them to not tell you something like that until you had to find out.

Dick leaned against the car with his arms crossed, looking around the campus with interest. You noticed two women were eyeing him, checking him out from afar. You had to hold back the eye roll.

He perked up when he saw you. “Hey kiddo.” He opened his arms for you. You reluctantly gave him a hug. “It’s been too long.”

“Who’s hurt?” you asked. You felt him wince in your arms.

“Why does someone need to be hurt?” Dick pulled away and took your bags to put in the trunk. You noticed he must have borrowed one of Bruce’s cars. It was the Porsche. Dick basically had a claim over that one.

“Because Alfred was going to come pick me up, and the only reason for Alfred to not be here is if he’s needed elsewhere.” You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him when he closed the trunk and allowed you to see him again. He bit his lip, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, you caught me.” He held up his hands. “Bruce may have taken a bad fall during a recent ski trip.” Your eyes widened. That was code for broken bones or more. You swallowed hard.

“Is he okay?” You asked, a lump forming in your throat. Dick gestured for you to get into the car. You did and he quickly joined you.

Dick turned on the car, turning up the heat. “He had a bad fall when he was chasing Firefly the other day. Broken leg, concussion, and some internal bleeding. He’s fine now though, just has to recover. Alfred needed to stay home to make sure he actually rests.” Dick patted your hand. “Don’t worry, kiddo.”

You felt tears burn in your eyes, but you blinked them away. Dick’s hand squeezed yours. “Why can’t you guys tell me these things?”

“We didn’t want to worry you during finals.” Dick leaned over to kiss your temple. “Bruce asked us not to.”

“Jerk.” You crossed your arms. Keeping your gaze forward, you thought about Jon and felt the weight of the necklace around your neck. You suddenly felt better. “Well, I guess I appreciate that.”

“I did disagree with him, but he didn’t listen.” Dick pulled into traffic. His hand stayed on yours. “How was school?” He grinned, switching subjects. “I heard you changed your major.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, I finally decided to do it.” You sighed. “School is fun. The people are nice.”

Dick hummed, glancing at you as he got onto the freeway. “I’m glad you’re doing what makes you happy.” He squeezed your hand. “Now tell me everything.”

You began to tell Dick things, but avoided mentioning Jon. He was your secret for now. The last thing you wanted was your family to find out about him.

***

Jon floated above the city, depressed. He laid out on his back, looking up at the sky with his cape floating below him. His fingers itched to grab his phone to text you, but he stopped himself. “Give her a chance to get home,” he mumbled to himself. “Don’t want to be clingy.”

He heard an burglary alarm in the south side. Flipping around, he zoomed to that end of town and flew right into the jewelry store to grab both robbers and bring them outside. Then he grabbed some chains from the back of a nearby pickup and tied them to the light post. Both robbers blinked in confusion before swearing at him. Jon just smiled at them and flew away.

He did several more good deeds before sitting on top of the Daily Planet. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sound of your heartbeat. Your heartbeat was unique. He remembered when he first heard it in class with you. Then he was lucky enough to actually meet you.

“Jonathan Kent, what are you doing?” Lois Lane said, coming out of the Planet’s roof door. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying for your last final?” She pulled her jacket tighter around her. Jon got to his feet, blushing.

“I wanted to take a break.” He smiled sheepishly. It’s not like Lois knew what he was doing. He made sure to keep you his secret. The last thing he needed was the famous Lois Lane and Clark Kent to scare you off.

Lois hummed, narrowing her eyes at her son. “Right.” She reached to adjust the cape on his shoulders. “Well, Damian stopped by and told us we’re invited to the Manor for Christmas. With his injuries, the family wanted more people around to keep Bruce occupied.”

“Oh yeah, he told me about that when we met up the other night,” Jon said, remembering Damian mentioning that before he told him off for only giving you bath bombs. Lois narrowed her eyes. “It wasn’t long. There was just a concern with Kid Amazo or I guess Man Amazo now?” He chuckled.

“Well as long as you pass your finals.” Lois crossed her arms, smiling at her son. “I haven’t seen you in a while. You missed all our family dinners.”

Jon blushed and glanced over his shoulder. He spent those days with you. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll be there this week.”

“Of course.” She reached up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “Now you better go study before the world explodes again or something.”

“Yes, Mom.” Jon kissed her cheek. He floated up into the air. “Tell Dad I said hi and that I’ll see him at dinner this week.”

“Tell him yourself.” Lois waved as Jon flew off into the city. He headed back to Metropolis U, wishing you were there to study with him. Maybe he could text you now? You had to be home by now, right?

***

“Wow, Dad. You’re in bed. I thought you never used it,” you teased, stepping into his bedroom with a big smile of relief. Dick said he was okay, but you couldn’t relax until you saw him with your own eyes.

Bruce grunted, setting his paper down. He was sat up against the pillows with his cast covered leg propped up. “Har, har.” A hint of a smile pulled on his lips as you came over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Merry Christmas, Dad.” You kissed his cheek and took his hand. It was rougher than it used to be. More nicks and calluses.

“How was school?” He squeezed your hand, studying you with that vigilant gaze you used to hate when you were younger. Now you enjoyed it. It was the way he showed he cared. However, his eyes lingered on your necklace and suddenly you changed your mind about that.

“Good. Aced all my classes and changed my major officially. I’ll go for classics with a minor in linguistics instead.” You shrugged your shoulders as you reached up to hide the necklace in your shirt.

Bruce hummed. “Good, I want you to do what you want.” He squeezed your hand again before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “I’m proud of you.”

Your heart warmed. “Thanks Dad.” You eyed his cast. “How long will you be out?”

“Six weeks.” He frowned. “But the boys and Cass have it covered. No need to worry.” He rubbed your shoulder. “Now do you have that paper you wanted me to read?”

You smirked, pulling it up on your phone. “Yeah, I do. Aced it, and it sealed my internship with the Metropolis Library Archives too.” You handed him your phone. Bruce started reading, snorting at the title. All you did was pray Jon didn’t text you while Bruce was looking at your phone.

***

Days later, Jon was laying on his bed in his parents’ apartment. His phone was in his hands. You were about to call him. It took a while to schedule a time. You said your family was nosy. Then again, so was Jon’s, but luckily Clark just left for the watchtower. Out of range.

Your ringtone echoed in his room. He grinned, answering it. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered when he heard his mother turn on the shower. He relaxed, knowing he was in the clear.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” You laughed. Jon’s heart ached at the sound of your voice. “How are you?”

“Good. Just finished family dinner. Now I’m in my room.” Jon stretched his legs, eyeing the old Overwatch poster on his wall. “At my parents’ place.”

“I figured.” You sighed. He heard you moving around on your end. “Well, home has been interesting for me.”

“Really, why?” Jon put an arm behind his head.

“My family is a little crazy.” A dog barked in the background. “Okay, Titus. Come on in.” A door opened and closed. “Sorry, my dog wants to be in my room with me. He gets attached.”

Jon smirked. “Titus huh? Can I see him?”

“Maybe when we zoom call tomorrow? I’m not presentable.” You coughed. “I have to go with my brother to a party and I’m getting dressed.”

“Ooo,” Jon bit his lip, daring to ask the question. “Can you send me a picture of what you’re wearing?”

You hummed. He heard you brushing your hair. “I can, it’s a nicer party. My dad can’t go, so I didn’t want my brother to go alone.” You laughed. “You can’t make fun of what I’m wearing though.”

“Never.” Jon imagined what you could be wearing. He had to shake his head to stop the dirty thoughts. “Whatever you wear is beautiful.”

You laughed again. Jon couldn’t get enough of the sound. “You charmer.” You sighed softly. “Promise you won’t laugh or make a joke?”

“I promise with all my heart.” Jon pulled the phone away from his ear when it buzzed with a text from you. His breath caught in his throat. You were drop dead gorgeous. Jon’s mouth went dry. He coughed hard. “Woah, babe. You’re stunning.”

“Thanks.” Your voice sounded faint “At least you won’t have to worry. My brother will keep people away from me.”

“Thank goodness.” Jon sighed in relief, zooming in on the photo to look at your face. You were blushing. “I was worried I’d have competition.”

“Like any of them would stand a chance.” You blew a kiss into the phone when a voice echoed in the background. Jon swore he heard a familiar ‘TT’ in the background. He shook his head, must be imagining things. You didn’t have anything to do with Damian Wayne. “I got to go. Let’s zoom call tonight, okay?”

“Okay.” Jon grinned as he saw you were wearing his necklace too. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You hung up the phone quickly just as another voice spoke up. Jon set his phone down and relaxed. He eventually fell asleep, dreaming of you in that beautiful outfit.

***

“TT, what is with the necklace?” Damian demanded as he handed you a drink. The two of you were at the Wayne Foundation Christmas Fundraiser. Since Bruce was out, you and Damian were forced to attend in his absence.

“What?” You blinked, taking the drink before glancing down at Jon’s necklace. It matched your outfit. You hoped he wouldn’t notice anything about it.

“The star?” Damian nodded toward it as he sipped his drink. “It’s cheap.”

You wrinkled your nose, grabbing your necklace in your fist. “It’s not cheap. I happen to like it.” You let go of the necklace and flicked his nose. Damian narrowed his eyes dangerously at you. “Knock it off.”

A few businessmen approached. You and Damian dropped your conversation. Damian mumbled under his breath, but you talking over him. Soon the men moved on, leaving you and Damian alone again.

“You smile more than you used to.” Damian crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders in his nice Armani tux. “It’s disturbing.” He took a drink of the champagne, wrinkling his nose at the taste.

“Just because you rarely smile doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t.” You rolled your eyes, watching the people start to dance not so far away. It was only a matter of time before someone came over to ask for a dance. “I’m enjoying school, Damian. Nothing else.”

Damian hummed. He tensed when he saw Bambi King striding over with her eyes on Damian as if he was a delicious piece of steak. You smirked at him, panic brightening his eyes. “Dance with me now.” He grabbed your hand and dropped his drink on a waiter’s tray.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, stumbling after him. “You don’t want to be devoured tonight, huh?”

Damian spun you in his arms and started to waltz. “Stop it or I’ll call Zeke what’shisname over.”

You just laughed, dancing with your brother. “How about two more dances and we ditch this place?”

“Excellent.” He spun you around and brought you back to him. “We showed our faces.”

“Alfred will just be happy we stayed this long.” You winked at Damian, catching the sparkle in his eye. He was enjoying himself, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

***

You walked into the kitchen in your pajamas, yawning and giving everyone a lazy wave. It was Christmas Eve morning and the entire family was home. Most were already eating at the table. You stopped to kiss Alfred’s cheek as he flipped pancakes on the stove. “Thanks for breakfast, Alfred.”

“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred nodded for you to go eat. You went to Bruce next and maneuvered around his elevated foot to kiss his cheek too.

Bruce hummed, watching you as you took your seat next to Tim and across from Damian. Tim eyed you carefully. “What?” You asked Tim after he didn’t look away.

“You are the last to breakfast.” Tim looked around the table before looking back at you. Dick, Barbara, and Cass were chatting among themselves at the other end of the table, but Jason and Damian had their full attention on you. Bruce just went back to his paper, but you knew he was listening.

You shrugged, helping yourself to pancakes and eggs. “I was up late.”

“Talking to someone,” Jason mumbled, smirking when you glared at him. “I heard you giggling when I came in last night.” You and Jon finally got to zoom call each other. It left you giddy, missing him so bad that it hurt.

“I was talking to one of my friends from school.” You kept your head down, knowing you were blushing. “I didn’t know that was a crime.”

Damian snorted. “Is that the person who gave you that cheap necklace?”

Your hand shielded the necklace as if to protect it from his words. “Why are you so obsessed with my necklace? I bought it myself if you must know.” You took a bite of your pancake, suddenly losing your appetite. It was like you were reliving your high school years where your brothers tried to involve themselves in your social life.

“Boys, leave (Y/N) alone,” Bruce said, folding up the paper to take a sip of his coffee. “Your sister is an adult and can talk to whoever she wants.”

“Thank you, Dad.” You smiled smugly at your brothers. Jon was still your secret, but you vowed to be more careful. Last thing you need was your brothers tracking down Jon to give him the ‘shovel talk’.

Tim hummed, poking at his food. “How did that Star Trek class go?” he asked after a moment. You laughed and easily fell into a conversation about the class.

“Hey Bruce,” Dick said as he got up to get another pitcher of orange juice from Alfred. “Are the Kents coming to Christmas dinner?”

You almost choked on your pancake. Kents? “Yes, they are coming,” Bruce said as he poured more coffee into his cup.

“TT, at least it will be somewhat enjoyable with Jon here.” Damian narrowed his eyes at Tim. “Even if we have to tolerate the clone.” Tim glared back at him, but didn’t reply.

Meanwhile, you forced yourself to swallow your food. Your brain rushed at hundred miles per hour. Kents? Jon? Jon Kent? Could there be that many Kents? That many Jon Kents? The blood drained out of your face. You quickly took a sip of your drink to hide it, but Bruce noticed, frowning slightly as he watched you.

“The Kents are always well mannered. Perhaps some of it can rub off,” Alfred said pointedly as he added another plate of pancakes to the table.

“We’re not that bad, Al.” Dick chuckled. Jason was looking at you too, eyebrow raised in concern.

“Maybe Cass, (Y/N), and I aren’t, but you boys...” Barbara said, rolling her eyes.

You finished your glass and carefully set it down. Your hand was shaking so bad that it clattered against your plate. “(Y/N), are you alright?” Bruce whispered as Damian and Tim started arguing.

You licked your lips. “Are the Kents from Metropolis?”

Bruce raised his eyebrows. A hint of a smirk pulled at his lips. “They’re the Supers, sweetheart. Superman, Superboys, Lois Lane.”

“Superboys? Like more than one?” Your eyes widened. Suddenly flashes of Jon quickly leaving you with excuses of bathroom runs only to come back completely disheveled. How sometimes he seemed to almost float. The look on his face when you joked he must be an alien for being in the Star Trek class. You could be wrong, hoped you were.

Bruce chuckled softly. “Yes, Conner was the first and still is full time, Jon is the second, part time due to college.” Bruce took a sip of his coffee. His eyes studied you as the world’s greatest detective only could. “Jon goes to your school.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet. “Oh no.” You pressed your hand over your mouth and jumped out of your chair. The chair clattered to the ground as you ran out of the room to the nearest bathroom.

Slamming the door behind you and locking it, you slid down to the floor. Your chest tightened.

“How the fuck did I happen to meet Superboy and fall in love with him? Oh my god, I’m going to die. Jon’s going to die.” You pulled your knees into your chest. “How could I be so dumb? Why didn’t I pay more attention to other heroes?”

You touched your necklace, clutching the star so tightly that it embedded into your palm.

A soft knock on the door made you flinch. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Cass asked softly. You reached up to open the door and motioned for Cass to come inside. She slipped in and quickly closed the door behind her.

“Cass, I’m screwed,” you whispered softly, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the floor with you. You tensed when you heard the boys outside, loudly eavesdropping.

She blinked in confusion. Cass clicked her tongue, settling down beside you. “Why? You’re not pregnant.”

“Of course you would know that.” You groaned and rested your forehead on your knees. “Damn it. I was so happy, but now I’m screwed because I’m so stupid and I didn’t even realize who he was.”

Cass hummed. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “You are dating someone?” You sighed, nodding your head. It was nice she could read you so well. You didn’t have to say anything. “The family won’t approve?”

“No.” You swallowed hard. A lump hard in your throat. “And they are going to find out so much sooner than I wanted.”

You watched her frown in thought before her eyes lit up. “Oh no.”

“Yes.” Tears filled your eyes. “It’s going to be so bad.” A sob slipped out of you. You pressed your hand against your mouth to silence it.

Cass rubbed your back, kissing your temple. “We will get through this, but first you have to call Jon. He needs to know that you know and if he doesn’t know about you, then you need to tell him.”

“But then what? He’s going to be here tomorrow. I don’t know if I can act like I don’t know him.” You bit your lip hard to stop another sob.

“No, but we can get allies.” Cass smirked. You looked at her confused, but she just hummed and pulled you into a tight hug. “Trust me.”

***

The kids at the children’s hospital laughed and waved as both Jon and Clark flew away. Jon had a permanent smile on his face. This was one of his favorite part of the holidays, being able to visit hospitals and children’s homes on Christmas Eve. It made their Christmas. His heart felt warm.

“Having a good time, son?” Clark asked once Jon and him were far above the city.

“Yeah, I love doing this sort of thing.” Jon wished you were here. He knew you would love this as much as he did. Closing his eyes, he listened for your heartbeat. It was still in Gotham and faster than normal.

“What’s wrong?” Clark asked, tilting his head to listen too.

Jon swallowed hard, opening his eyes. “Nothing.” Maybe you were working out? Or just having some fun? He shouldn’t be worried.

Clark hummed, studying Jon. “We should head home. Your mother probably has some cookies made already.”

Jon licked his lips. “Can’t wait.” Clark flew toward home, but Jon stopped when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, almost dropping it when he saw it was you. Clark paused, watching Jon curiously. Jon smiled sheepishly before putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hi.” You sounded off. Jon’s stomach dropped slightly. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Babe, are you breaking up with me?” Jon chuckled humorlessly. Clark flew a little closer, pretending that he wasn’t eavesdropping. Jon couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“No, but it might be easier,” you muttered almost under your breath. That was like a knife in Jon’s heart. He felt so confused. “Jon, do you know who I am?”

Jon blinked, flinching slightly. Clark tensed at the sight. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), what’s going on?” Jon said. Clark’s eyes widened at the sound of your name. Jon frowned at Clark, wondering if Clark knew your name for some reason. Could have been from the internship you scored? Would Clark know about that?

You sighed. Jon heard someone talk to you. “Yeah, he doesn’t have a clue either. I’m not the only dumb one,” you said to them, voice fainter as if you covered the speaker of your phone. Jon clenched his hand around his phone. It took all he had not to just fly to you and demand answers. “Jon, do you really not know who my family is? Like at all?” you asked him again.

“Your family doesn’t matter to me. I love you, damn it,” Jon snapped, blushing when his father face palmed. Why did he feel like he was missing something?

Something almost like a sob came from you. Jon tensed at the sound. “Jonathan Kent, my father is Bruce Wayne.”

Time stopped. The blood drained out of Jon’s face. His phone slipped out of his hand. “Oh my god.”

The next thing Jon knew, he was sitting on a rooftop with his father talking to you on the phone. Jon tried to wet his mouth, pushing aside all the images of Damian and Bruce murdering him for dating their (Y/N). Damian mentioned you once or twice, but Jon never met you or even seen a photo of you before.

Jon watched his father blankly. He felt numb. How could he have been so dumb? All the signs were there. You even looked a bit like Damian when he thought about it.

“I’m on board with your plan and I’ll update Jon once he recovers from the shock.” Clark chuckled, watching Jon with a teasing expression. “And it’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N). Your father always spoke highly of you.”

Jon stumbled to his feet, reaching for the phone. Clark shook his head before hanging up the phone. “Jon, my sweet boy.” Clark pulled Jon into a hug. “I love you so much, but you get into so much trouble.”

“Are you saying that because I’m going to die tomorrow?” Jon mumbled, resting his chin on Clark’s shoulder. “I really love her, Dad.”

“I know.” Clark pulled back to look him in the eye. “We got a plan. You’re not going to start World War Three when Damian and Bruce whip out the kryptonite. (Y/N) is just as smart as her father bragged all these years.”

“Of course, she’s smart. She’s amazing.” Jon grinned, thinking about you. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I should have known.”

Clark chuckled, ruffling Jon’s hair. Jon groaned at the touch. “To be fair, I don’t think (Y/N) knew about you either.”

Jon sighed, taking his phone back and shoving it in his pocket. “So, do I get to know more about this plan?”

“We can discuss it when we get home.” Clark floated up into the sky. “I can’t wait to tell your mother.” He flew toward home.

“Hey!” Jon flew after him, but Clark just flew faster. “That’s not nice! At least let me tell her! Dad!”

***

Later that day, you and Cass slowly recruited Barbara and Steph. Barbara was on board with little convincing, giving you a big hug. Steph on the other hand...luckily she was spending Christmas Eve with her mom.

“You’re dating Superboy?! Oh my god, oh my god. Damian’s going to freak! Can I be there when he finds out? Oh, please, please, please,” Steph shouted through the phone. You, Cass, and Barbara were in your bedroom, strategizing.

“I mean you’ll be here tomorrow since your mom is working Christmas Day, so you’ll witness,” you said dully. Your heart pounded like a sledgehammer just thinking about it. Even with allies, you weren’t sure how it would go. You kept seeing Jon’s death, Damian losing his only friend all because of you.

Cass clicked her tongue. She held her hand out for the phone. You handed it over before covering your face with your hands. Cass talked quietly with Steph. Barbara rubbed your back, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay.” Barbara whispered in your ear. “It’s all going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You looked up at her, tears burning your eyes.

Barbara smiled. “When they see how happy you and Jon are, they’ll have to accept it. Damian loves you both. He wants you to both be happy. Bruce wants you to be happy.”

You groaned, flopping down on the bed. “I don’t know.” You grabbed your pillow and pressed your face into it. Barbara patted your knee. You always had a close relationship with her. She was the one who told you about the internship at the Metropolis Library Archives and the first one you told about getting it.

“You do know. Now stop moping, we got a plan to form.” Barbara pulled the pillow from your face. Cass hung up the phone and set it on your bedside table. “We need to get some of the boys in on this.” Barbara crossed her arms.

Cass clicked her tongue again before leaving the room suddenly. You and Barbara shared a look. “I don’t know. The boys never keep things quiet,” you said after a moment.

“True, but the more allies the better in this case.” Barbara smiled. “We’ll have to bring in Alfred for sure.”

“I’ll tell him later. Alone.” You blushed. Alfred might have been your confidant when you were younger, but the idea of telling him about Jon...it made you wince. Alfred wouldn’t judge you though.

Cass reentered the room with Jason and Tim behind her. Tim looked confused, sipping a cup of coffee while Jason seemed slightly concerned at the sight of you. You realized you still looked like a mess from all the tears you shed earlier.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Tim asked sharply. Cass closed and locked the door behind them. Jason sat next to you on the bed, eyeing you carefully.

“We need you to be understanding and willing to support (Y/N),” Barbara said, glaring at Tim then Jason. “No matter what.”

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.” Tim ran a hand through his hair. “Because I don’t want to be anywhere near the manor when you tell Bruce.”

“I’m not pregnant. Why does everyone think that?” You blushed, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

Jason cleared his throat. “Well, that’s the running theory downstairs.”

Barbara rolled her eyes. “You’re all idiots.”

Cass held up a hand, silencing the room. “(Y/N), tell them.”

You hugged the pillow to your chest. Your blood turned to ice. If you felt this bad telling Tim and Jason, how was it going to be with Damian and Bruce.

“We won’t judge you, (Y/N). We’re worried about you,” Jason said, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently.

“Honest. We’re here for you, even if you’re being a little overemotional,” Tim added, sipping his coffee. Cass punched his arm. Tim yelped in response.

You took a deep breath. “I’m dating Jon Kent.”

Silence followed. You glanced between Jason and Tim. Both were froze, eyes wide. Barbara smirked at the sight while Cass just rolled her eyes.

Finally, a chuckle escaped from Jason before spilling into full out laughter. He rolled off the bed, holding his stomach as if it would burst from the laughter alone. Tim slowly blinked and downed the rest of his coffee in one go.

“It’s not funny.” You nudged Jason’s side with your toe.

“But it is.” Jason choked, still laughing. Barbara sighed, reaching down to pinch Jason’s ear. He yowled in pain as she drag him up and onto the bed. “Ouch, okay. Not funny.”

“How? Why?” Tim asked, setting his cup down before sitting on the other side of you.

“I didn’t know it was him. We met at school, and fell in love.” You touched your necklace. Both of your brothers watching the movement. “It wasn’t until this morning when you all mentioned Superboy was Jon Kent that it hit me.”

Jason chuckled, holding up his hands when Barbara threatened his ear again. “So Bruce and Damian don’t know yet?”

“No, but we need you with us and to go with our plan.” Cass straightened, glaring at Tim and Jason. “For (Y/N).”

Tim sighed. “I’m always on your side...but I get to bring Kon in on this.” He smirked, nudging your side.

“Kon already knows. We already informed Clark and Lois. They promised to tell him,” you said, smiling at Tim’s surprise. You turned to Jason. “Jay?”

Jason rolled his shoulders. “Well, I guess I can help, but I reserve the right to give Jon the shovel talk.”

You groaned while the others laughed. “Please no.”

“Nope, I got to hold over my big brother rights.” Jason held up his hands. “Right, Tim?”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t care as much, but sure.”

You laid back on your bed, slapping a hand over your eyes as everyone laughed. It felt better, knowing that if you got through telling Jason and Tim, the rest will be not as challenging. At least you hoped.

***

When Jon landed outside of Wayne Manor on Christmas Day, he closed his eyes and found your heartbeat. Your heart was music to his ears. He grinned, running a hand through his messy hair to get it back to normal.

“He’s love sick already,” Kon chuckled, bumping Jon in the back as he jogged ahead to knock on the front door. Jon glared at him.

“You’re not going to fool anyone for long,” Lois said, reaching up to fix Jon’s hair again. Jon groaned, gently pushing Lois’ hands away.

“I’m not that bad, Mom.” Jon crossed his arms as the front door opened to reveal Damian Wayne himself.

“TT, Kents.” He stepped aside let them in. “Father is in the den.”

“Thank you, Damian.” Clark and Lois headed toward the den, knowing the way. Kon was jogging up the stairs. Jon stayed next to Damian.

Damian eyed Jon carefully. Jon swallowed hard, biting his lip. “So how are things?” Jon asked. Damian raised an eyebrow in response. Jon blushed. Lois was right, Jon wasn’t going to keep it a secret for long. He listened for you again. You were in the kitchen. It sounded like you were peeling potatoes.

“Good.” Damian stalked toward the den. Titus ran out of the kitchen, tongue wagging, tail thumbing as he jumped on Jon. Jon laughed, petting him. Damian pursed his lips. “Titus, down.”

Titus obeyed. “It’s okay. He’s a good boy.” Jon laughed when he heard your laugh from the kitchen. Everything in him wanted to go see you, but it would ruin the plan.

Damian hummed and stalked off toward the den. Jon followed with Titus beside him. Bruce was in his armchair, his cast resting on a stool. The Kents were on the couch. The conversation was light. Bruce was even smiling slightly. Jon let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

“TT, Father, are you comfortable?” Damian went to Bruce and stood beside him. He folded his arms, glaring slightly. Jon blinked. Maybe Damian knew something was up? He swallowed hard and took a seat next to Clark. Jon’s stomach flip flopped. He felt like a bomb was ticking down in the room and he had to sit and wait for it.

After a few minutes of just the parents talking, Steph, Cass, Tim, Kon, and Jason walked into the room all together. They were all smiling oddly. Steph gave Jon a big wink. Jon flinched and blushed when he saw Damian’s frown at the sight.

“Hey Mr. Lane,” Steph teased, taking a seat on the floor by the Christmas tree. “Mrs. Lane.”

Clark just hummed. Lois kissed his cheek. Cass joined Steph by the tree. Tim, Kon, and Jason sat on the other couch. Jason put his feet up and smirked over at Jon. Jon narrowed his eyes. He hoped they wouldn’t give it away. Damian was watching his siblings with suspicion already.

“Merry Christmas, everyone,” Alfred said. He stepped into the room with a tray of appetizers, coffee, and hot chocolate. Clark got up to help.

“Aww, you must be (Y/N),” Lois said suddenly. Jon jumped to his feet, spun to find you behind Alfred with another tray. His heart fluttered as you smiled. You were wearing a red sweater that looked amazing on you.

He shot forward to take the tray from you. “Let me help.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes sparkled. Jon lost himself in them until someone cleared their throat. Your eyes widened along with Jon’s as you both turned to look at the rest of the family. Damian and Bruce were frowning while everyone else just smiled knowingly.

“We’re dead,” you said under your breath, biting your lip as Damian tensed. Jon saw Damian connecting the dots.

“Trust in the plan,” Jon whispered back. He walked over to set the tray on the coffee table.

You stayed by the door. Jon took his seat again. Lois patted his knee and leaned closer. “You blew it, sweetheart,” she whispered. Jon swallowed hard.

Dick came in with a third tray with Barbara right behind him. He stopped when he saw you huddled by the door, Damian and Bruce’s stony expressions and everyone else’s knowing looks. “What’s going on?” Dick asked. Barbara hushed him.

Damian looked from Jon to you several times. Jon kept his eyes on you. He hated the scared look in your eye. Slowly, Jon stood back up. The room went silent as Jon walked back to you.

“Let’s just do it. He’s going to figure it out in a sec anyway.” Jon took your hand. Your lips trembled, squeezing his hand like he was your lifeline. He kissed the back of your hand. He heard a few ‘aww’s and ‘ooo’s behind him.

“No...my sister?!” Damian snapped. Jon stepped slightly in front of you to take the hit of a hot coffee cup against his chest. It shattered. Jon felt the heat from the coffee soaking into his clothes. “You mean all this time?! That harlot you were talking about constantly was my sister?!”

Jon bit his lip. “Well, yeah, but to be fair, I didn’t know she was your sister.” He held up his hands as Damian grabbed another cup. Alfred clicked his tongue and took the cup from Damian’s grasp. The others were watching like it was the finale of their favorite series. Your entire body shook, pressing yourself against Jon’s back.

“How didn’t you know?! Her name is (Y/N)?! You have seen her pictures?!” Damian stomped toward Jon. Luckily, Clark stepped into his path.

“Calm down, Damian. I can vouch that neither of them knew who each other were until yesterday,” Clark said, putting his hands on Damian’s shoulders.

“You’ve seen pictures of me?” you said to Jon, peeking over his shoulder.

“I must have.” He bit his lip, racking his brain. Maybe? Then again, you were probably too beautiful in person that a photo wouldn’t have done you justice. He looked at Bruce. Bruce’s expression hadn’t changed.

“Damian, I love her,” Jon said when Damian jerked away from Clark. Jon’s eyes flickered to Bruce. “Like a lot.”

You stepped out from behind Jon. “And I love him.” Slowly you walked past Damian and went to Bruce’s side. “You’re not mad, are you, Dad?”

Bruce looked at you. Jon swore he saw Bruce’s lips twitch. A lump formed in Jon’s throat. “Damian, relax. I understand this is a shock, but keep your head,” Bruce said, focusing on Damian before turning back to you. “As long as you’re happy and he treats you well, I will be fine.”

Damian crossed his arms, huffing before storming out of the room with Titus behind him. Jon watched him go and sighed. He knew Damian would need to cool off before he could patch things up.

“Wait a minute? Did everyone know, but me?” Dick asked the room after he saw no one else was startled by the news.

“Sorry, Dickhead, but you can’t keep a secret,” Jason said, laughing when Dick pressed his hand against his heart like he had been shot. The tension eased in the room, everyone laughing and teasing. Everyone began to drink and eat. Alfred slipped out of the room and came back with a broom and dustpan to clean the glass on the floor.

Jon knelt down to hold the dustpan for him. “Thank you, Mr. Kent,” Alfred said.

You appeared at Jon’s side. “We should change your shirt. It’s going to stain,” you said. Jon looked down. He grinned, having forgotten about it.

“Probably.” He let you take his hand. Alfred raised an eyebrow as you both slipped out of the room. “You know this probably isn’t a good idea for us to go off by ourselves.”

“We’ll be fine.” You smirked at him, leading him upstairs and toward a bedroom he had never really noticed before. It was across from Damian’s. Jon felt so dumb. There was a sign with your name on the door. How could he not have noticed?

Your room was clean and was very much you. Jon hummed, stopping to look at the photos on your wall. Most were of the family, but there were a few with people he didn’t know. He wondered if you had a photo of him to put up now that the secret was out.

“Here.” You came from your closet with a shirt. “This is one of Dick’s old shirts that he gave me. I usually sleep in it, but...well, it’s clean.” You handed him the shirt. A slight blush came to your cheeks. “I’ll put your shirt to soak in my sink. We should be able to get the stain out if we act now.”

Jon took off his shirt, smirking when he caught you staring. “Thank, babe.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I missed you.” You stepped forward and placed a kiss on his lips. Jon melted, drinking in your scent, the softness of your lips against his. Your hands rested on his chest. The warmth of your hands made him shiver.

“I missed you too.” Jon smiled, pulling away when he heard several heavy footsteps on the stairs. He heard them stop by Damian’s room to collect him. “I think your brothers are coming to give me the shovel talk.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you took his soiled shirt. He slipped on the clean shirt, loving that it smelled like the laundry detergent you always used. “I can’t stop them. I promised Jason and Tim that they could if we had their support.”

Jon bit his lip, listening to some chuckles from your brothers. “I’ll see you at dinner. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not.” You kissed his lips again just as your brothers knocked on your door. “They know I love you, so they wouldn’t kill you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Jon hugged you tight before letting you go. You sighed and opened your door. Jason looked gleeful, Tim seemed bored, Dick was worried, while Damian had a particular devious look about him. “So, I know you want to talk to me,” Jon said, sending you a wink. You frowned slightly. “But you’ll have to catch me first.” Jon ran toward your window, opening it smoothly and flying out.

Over the shouts of your brothers, Jon heard you laughing. It was best sound he had ever heard and one he wanted to hear for all the Christmases to come.

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Brotherly Love Pt.8

Summary: You have finally been introduced to the famous Wayne Galas, and Damian finally says what you've wanted to hear for months.

Warnings: Crowded space.

This is a long chapter, and sadly, the final one. I will be posting short stories about this series, ones that you can interact with! So, just because this is the final chapter doesn't mean it's the end. Series Masterlist

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You stood in front of a long mirror, staring at the outfit you were wearing.

"Marvelous, Master/Miss Y/N." Alfred complemented you.

"Thank you, Alfred."

"Master Jason is here." He informed you.

"Jason? I didn't even know he was coming."

"He wanted to suprise you." The older man spoke. You followed him out of your room and downstairs to the main lobby, where Jason was wearing a suit and typing away at his phone. Not too long after everything with Arkin went down, you and Jason sat down to get some things off of your chests. The conversation that the two of you shared that night only made you even closer, if that was even possible.

"Master Jason." Alfred spoke, causing Jason to finally look at you. He let a smile fall onto his face as he put his phone in his pocket. He offered you a hand, waiting for you to accept.

"You look..." Jason started, "Great, I'm not good at this. I'm sorry." He sighed.

You let out a breathy laugh at his words. "You don't look too bad either." You spoke, interlocking your arm with his own.

Jason smiled down at you again, which you reciprocated.

"Well, we should get going." Jason mumbled.

"Have fun you two." Alfred chuckled, already opening the doors for you.

"Bye, Alfred!" The both of you spoke in sync, walking down the steps and onto the driveway. Jason was using one of Bruce's cars so that two of you could ride together. He let his arm untangle from your own, and he reached out for the door handle, opening the door for you. You whispered out a quick 'thank you' as he closed the door and ran to the driver's side. Jason waited for you to strap yourself in fully before he twisted the keys in the ignition. The two of you sat in silence, thinking about what you were about to drive to, Bruce and your brothers had given you a vague explanation of what to expect.

"Are you excited?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Me neither, kid."

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There were cars parked everywhere, and people walking around in expensive clothes. Cameras were going off, and people were yelling. Jason opened your door up for you and immediately hugged you to his body. He remembers the first time he went to a public event with Bruce. Your arms clung to his waist as he tried to get you inside as fast as possible, the mellifluous music getting louder the closer you got.

All of the yelling and camera shutters had stopped as you and Jason walked into the building that everyone was in. It was far more calmer in here.

"You okay?" Jason asked, lightening his grip on you.

You looked up at him before whispering out a "yeah."

The two of you walked to the back of the room, away from people who were walking in and talking to others. On your way over, you made eye contact with Tim, who was talking to Kon and a redheaded boy, you seen him whispered to someone else, then point to you.

You turned away from the boys and continued to follow Jason to where he was taking you. You could hear footsteps behind you but paid no mind. There were a lot of people here.

"Y/N!" A voice called put for you. Both you and Jason stopped to see who it was. Jon came into view, his black hair flopping as he jogged over to you.

"Hello, Jon." You greeted with a small smile.

"Hi, Y/N." He whispered, smiling wider the closer he got. "Jason." He acknowledged, looking up at your brother, who just nodded his head at the younger boy.

"May I join the two of you?" Jon asked, watching your faces. Jason looked down at you and gave a quick nod and a smile before you offered Jon your other arm, the one that wasn't intertwined with Jasons. You looked back at Tim, who was now talking with a blonde haired boy, not paying any mind to the other people around him.

The three of you walked together, making light conversation to catch up from the short time since you had all seen each other. So far, Jason and Tim were the only brothers of yours that you had seen. Your father, Dick, and Damian were nowhere to be found. Or so you thought, Bruce and Dick were actually at the front of the room conversing with almost everyone in the room. It was Damian who was actually missing. Jason excused himself so that he could go get a drink, leaving you and Jon to entertain yourselves.

"Are you thinking about joining your 'family business'?" Jon asked, trying not to seem suspicious to the people around you.

"Do you mean vigilante or assassin?" You whispered under your breath, knowing that Jon was the only one with good enough ears to be able to hear you. The boy let out a short laugh at your words, causing you to let out a small smile. "Like Mr. Wayne and your brothers." He corrected himself.

"I don't know yet, also you don't have to call him 'Mr. Wayne'." You told him.

"I know, but ma and pops told me it's the polite thing to do." He whispered, almost embarrassed to be talking about his mother and father to you. Your eyes softened at his words. Family. A normal, loving family. Jon sensed your change in attitude and looked at you concerned, "Are you oka-" He was going to ask before he was interrupted by another voice. "Excuse me."

You and Jon turned to look at the person, familiar green eyes and dark hair greeted you, Damian.

"I would like to borrow Y/N." He spoke, eyeing Jon.

"Yeah, of course." Jon stammered, starting to walk away before Damian grabbed your arm and walked off. He continued to drag you into an unoccupied hallway, far enough from everyone else. He quickly dropped your arm and paced around the small space, hands running through his freshly cut hair, causing it to become unruly.

"Whats going o-" you spoke, but Damian quickly cut you off.

"Don't speak." He told you, causing you to scoff and cross your arms, "Not yet." He muttered.

You watched as he continued to mutter under his breath, walked around, and ran his hands over his face. Just as you were about to turn and leave, he spoke, "Y/N, please." He whispered, trying to get you to stay. You stared at him curiously, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I don't know how to say this." Damian told you, "I just can't word this properly, and when I do, I just can't say it." He rushed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He apologized, catching you off guard.

"I am so, so sorry." He took in a deep breath, "You know i didnt-" You cut him off.

"You still hurt me, so I don't forgive you for yelling at me." You whispered, watching his face closely. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the muffled music and people talking, neither of you knew what to say.

"What made you apologize?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"You hanging out with Todd-" Damian started before you cut him off again. "You're only apologizing because you're jealous?"

"No- well... Yes, because you're my sibling, I should be the one doing things with you." Damian told you.

"He's our brother." You whispered.

"I know you think that, I am so overwhelmed by all of this." He interrupted himself to take in a deep breath. "You accepted them right away, but I am still trying to get ahold of things. He confessed.

You stood there, shocked by his words. "Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"I thought i could distract myself with being Robin." He explained, reaching a hand out to rest on your elbows. "I'm sorry." .

You nodded your head and bit at your bottom lip, rapidly blinking your eyes as tears rose.

"I hate you." You giggled out a wet laugh.

"I know." Damian whispered, slightly smiling at you.

"Would you like to be a loner with me, Jason, and Jon?" You asked him.

"Sounds wonderful."

~☆~

I love you all so much!<3 Thank you for the support you have given me. It means so much!...

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randomperson3736 · 9 months

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What if little batsis meets little supersis

A/N: ooooo, I like this idea. I'm gonna make this into like a Headcanon cus I feel lazy to actully write a story on it 😶✌️

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~Child batsis meets child supersis~

●Straight up, the first time they met they were like bffs. Almost like they have known each other their whole short lives.

●They met beacuse Damian is kinda bestfriends with Jon Kent, plus their dads are like work partners.

●A lot of sleepovers at the Wayne Manor or Kent farm.

●Helping Alfred make cookies.

●Pulling pranks on Jon and Damian.

●Making Bruce and Clark become pretty little princesses for tea parties. (Alfred took sooo many photos)

●Always being attached at the hip 24/7.

●Being known as the "best child duo".

●Matching outfits.

●Always sharing secrets with each other and not telling anyone. (Besides Alfred)

●Begging Bruce and Clark to have sleepovers or play dates.

#fyp #batfam #Kentfam #clark kent #bruce wayne #damima wayne #jon kent #x little sister reader #x batsis #x supersis #bruce wayne x daughter reader #damiam wayne x sister reader #batsis x supersis #batsis x batfam #Headcanon

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ii-larb-you · 2 years

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DC fic recs

Bruce Wayne

no other shade of blue - @embrassemoi

so damn charming - @drifterbruce

dark knight and deep bruises - @spilledkauffie

pick a color - @defaulttwig

I won’t drown, Batman - @twinklelilstarkey

morning routine - @moonlitdesertdreams

Batmom

slice of life: cooking lessons - @ellana-ravenwood

jason todd and the haunted manor - ^^

all for us series masterlist - @the-daydreaming-show

her cafe - @reveluving

raising baby birds for dummies - @disgrays-on

at ease - @moonlitdesertdreams

“I want to see my little boy!” - @dragon-chica

long overdue - @apocalypse-shuffle

the circus - @imaginingmarvelandeverything

Batsis

"carrying the other one in their arms" - @ragingbookdragon

batsis meet the batboys - ^^

mercenary - @unofficial-jaytodd-wife

Poly!Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper

pick me up - @rev-wrath

bedtime with the boys - @dccomicsimagines

Jason Todd

learning to love slowly (2) - @to-the-stars8 (there are like multiple parts for this so go read them, I linked this one tho cause its my favorite)

"things must be catastrophic if you're calling me at this hours" - @embrassemoi

of soup and snowstorms - @makethatelevenrings

one-shot (featuring dami and tim) - @veronica-17-hood (MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE WRTITEON THIS APP!!)

one-shot (featuring dami) - ^^

elopement - @dccomicsimagines

a baby in the family - @ellana-ravenwood

slumber party? - @moonlitdesertdreams

Poly!Damian Wayne x reader x Jon Kent

blurb #18 - @quillsareswords

myo pizza night - @unmotivatedwrit3r

Damian Wayne

cuddly damian - @ssak-i

what's a lock to a bat? - @unmotivatedwrit3r

gala with damian - @veronica-17-hood

protect you - @catxsnow

cutest softest damian thing ever - @quillsareswords (love all their writing!! It’s absolutely adorable)

“Don’t say a word about this” - @thesuperiorrobin

lipstick stains - ^^

my beloved - @glittering-moonlillie

Wally West

"hold still. this might sting a little." - @agentofkrypton

happy new years - @butwhyduh

Dick Grayson

cuddlebug - @ghost-soap (love all of their writing)

animal instinct - @cipheress-to-k-pop

much loved sister in law - @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Cassandra Cain

the girlfriend theives - @spvilers

Tim Drake

one-shot - @veronica-17-hood

Roy Harper

tired - @rev-wrath

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Jon kent ( Superboy ) x huntress batsis reader. they are dating, how would the batfamily take it? Bruce is angry that his daughter is dating Superman's son, and Damian feels betrayed by his friend for dating his sister ?

No one reacts badly except Bruce and Damian. If Bruce hadn't interfered, Damian would have beaten Jon with kryptonite. Bruce doesn't trust these two Kryptonians at all. Damian becomes his sister's watchdog. Jon and the reader can never be alone. Other family members make fun of Bruce and Famian about it. It will take a long time for Damian to forgive Jon. Damian threatens Jonu not to hurt his sister.

#dc x reader #batsis!reader #batman family #batman x daughter reader #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne x reader #jonathan kent #jon kent x reader #superman family

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ruddyswojtyla · 5 months

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His Jon Kent x Reader

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

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“It was fun, baby girl. ;)” That was the only thing on my mind all night long. I used to imagine how Jon would be once he was older but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I was thinking of replying to his text but i couldn’t let him know that he had an effect on me. After trying to sleep all night, I got up to get ready to see my best friend, the one and only Bart Allen. I closed my eyes once the steaming hot water hit my body and my mind wandered to Jon blue eyes but mostly the incident we had. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked below me, how big he must be since it felt thick and long. I didn’t realize that my hands were wandering all over my body but mostly near that one place that I knew I was all wet and turned on. I kept teasing myself and replayed the heated kiss him and I had when a soft moan left my lips and at that same moment someone knocked on my door. “y/n father requests that the both of us should be in his office once we are done with breakfast. He wants to discuss something with us” Its was my little brother Damien. I hope he didn’t hear anything. “ Tell him I will hurry up and get ready quickly”, I said in an annoyed voice after I was interrupted from my heated moment. He left without saying a word and I finished quickly getting ready. I was heading downstairs when a rough deep voice said that one word that made me melt to my knees “Where are you going in a hurry baby girl?” I didn’t need to turn around to know that he was smirking. I could feel his gaze all over my body that gave me shivers. “Downstairs” I said and rushed down quickly. I could hear him laughing softly and I knew that it would be hard to resist him.

#shitty fanfics #dc x reader #dc comics #jon kent x reader #jon kent #superboy #fluff #fluffy #prompt #fanfics #superboy x reader #batsis #batsis reade #jon kent x reader smut

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morgansunflower · 7 months

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Meddling Brothers & Pregnancy Test 2/2

Kon-El(90s Superboy) X Batsis! Pregnant! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, and explicit language.

Words:1227

Requested by @infirebaby

Arthur's notes! Conner Kent is from young justice. Jordan and Jonathan are both in the story but are younger than Conner and Kon.

Kon and Y/N must now tell their family's about her pregnancy...

Kon and Y/N hold hands walking to his family's house. Like his lover he had brother's as well. His little twin brothers Jordan and Jonathan. As well as his twin Conner. Kon had asked for a family meeting.

The Kent's lived on a farm with a very large house.. That Y/N's father bought for them after Clark found out he bought the daily planet.

Y/N was grateful Kon already told them their in a relationship.. Kon had also told them they want to get married. Now they have to tell them she's pregnant. She was so nervous. Kon kissed her before they went in. Kon opens the door to be instantly hugged by his little brother's.

"Kon!" they excited greeted.

He ruffles their hair with a genuine smile "hey you little twerps"

They then look at Y/N, she smiled to them.

"hey Jon, hey Jordan" she greeted

"hey Y/N" Jordan said

"how'd you manage to get her?" Jonathan asked

Y/N began to laugh loudly, to which Kon rolled his eyes with a small smile. The twins hug their soon to be sister. Lois came into the room with Clark.

"Pa, Ma"

"hi Mr and Mrs. Kent" Y/N greeted

"oh Y/N. Call us Lois and Clark your family just as are all the Wayne's" Clark ensures her.

Conner walked in from the kitchen "hey little brother, hey Y/N"

"hi Conner" Y/N greeted

"hey I'm only younger by 3 minutes jerk" Kon defended

Moments later Y/N sat beside Kon in the family living room. Everyone looked at them as the pressure was on for them to tell them the news.

"Y/N and I uh.. We.." Kon looked at her as she gave him a confident smile "she's pregnant"

Everyone let a small excited shout. The youngest two boys fist bump each other mumbling yes. Clark smiled widely as did Conner having heard the heartbeats when she walked in.

Lois was nearly in tears overwhelmed "oh Kon.. Y/N that's wonderful"

As the young couple were congratulated on their news. Y/N knew telling her family was going to be so very difficult. Kon and Y/N stood outside the door to Wayne Manor. Kon takes a deep breath, he had to tell her.

"hey I know this is a lot if you want to leave--" he quickly cut her off taking her hands into his own

"it's.. It's not that at all I shouldn't even be dropping this on you right now.. You already have so much to carry, literally and figuratively. I just don't want you to worry and I'm.. I--"

"Kon it's OK just tell me"

"well when I haven't exactly been honest with you about the baby.. Sss" Kon admits worried with how she'll react.

"b-babies?! Twins? I'm pregnant with two baby's"

He nodded guilty "I wanted to tell you earlier.. I really did I just know you have so much pressure on you and I.. I thought I wasn't hearing correctly I mean twins run in my family but.. I was too scared to admit it"

She kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly

"oh Kon, don't be scared. I'm not the first human to carry two Kryptonians. You're mom did so.. Twice" she reassured him

He smiled resting his cheek on her head "I love you so much"

Each adopted child, blood child and child who had lived at the Manor, as well as Bruce and Alfred sat in the family room. Alfred gave her a brave smile. The couple stood next to each other looking to the anxious family.

"as you all probably know by now I'm in a relationship now with Kon.. But what you don't is.. Is" Kon held her hand. "that I'm pregnant"

Most everyone began to get up overjoyed as Jason was still taken aback and Bruce left sneaking away for a moment. Alfred let the others enjoy the exciting news while he smiled. Cassandra takes her sisters hands and hugs her.

"I'm so happy for you. You'll be a sweet family" Cassandra proudly said

"thank you Cass"

"Aww!!! I can't believe this!" Stephanie gasped hugging Y/N and then Kon. "I'm so all over the place, ohhhh I'm so excited!"

"thanks Steph" she said

"that's amazing guys!" Grayson grinned joining in on the hugs, he wanted to be genuinely kind to her, after snooping on her.

"thanks Grayson. You are almost off the hook after spying on me"

"not yet huh?" Grayson laughs

"I'm not even surprised not like Kon could keep his hands off of you" Tim said hugging both Y/N and Kon.

"so you knew.." Y/N chuckled.

"for a VERY long time" Tim softly laughed

"that's so awesome! I'm so excited for you guys!" Duke exclaimed hugging his sister

"thanks Duke"

"that's wonderful news. You guy's will be great parents" Barbara encouraged hugging Y/N

"thank you Babs" Y/N nearly cried overwhelmed with the acceptance and loving words.

"tt it was only a matter of time" Damian scoffed as Y/N hugged him.

"you would know snooping into my love life" she laughed and kisses his head.

Jason stood he touches Y/N's shoulder taking a deep breath.

"you take care of yourself"

"I will, anything else you want to say?"

"you're gonna be a great mom.. I'm.. I'm really happy for you sis" Jason mumbled to her

It was hard knowing he wasn't going to see his sister for a long time.. He was so happy for her truly... But he was truly going to miss her

She hugs him "I love you too"

"guess you guys should also know it's twins" Kon said causing more excitement from her family

As they then say their goodbyes as they leave for Argo. The couple stood by the door about to leave. Y/N's tears welp up as one person wasn't there. Kon hugged her holding her bags as she tried not to cry.

"Y/N" Bruce softly said.

"I'll be outside babe" Kon whispered letting them have a moment.

"Dad?" she began drying her tears "your here"

"always"

He gives her a small stuffed f/c bear and the blanket she loved when she lived with them. She gasped it was her bear when she was a little girl. The toy and blanket had both been cleaned well. The bear was re-sewed in it's holes were new buttons. Bruce remembered the night he found her holding that exact bear.

"you kept these?.."

"for when you started a family of your own"

She began to cry as she hugs her dad. He kisses her forehead.

"I know.. I wasn't the best father.. but I.. want you to feel as though you can speak freely to me" Bruce told her

"I'm going to miss you and I know you love me Dad" she cried

Bruce's words were stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat "and I will miss you"

"I love you Dad" she said hugging him tightly

Bruce takes a deep breath so much time had gone by. He was so thrilled to have two grandchildren. He knew Kon was a good man and would do right by his daughter. He didn't want her to leave. His heart was growing more fragile with the simple fact she's grown.

"I love you too"

#Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader #Conner Kent #Kon-El Kent(90s Superboy)#Conner Kent(Young Justice)

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lets-hide-a-body · 2 years

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"The latex suites you...A

little bit to much...

(Jon Kent x fem! Reader)

! SMUT ! + pt. 2 from my other post

Part I

☆꧁꧂☆

They shouldn't have done that. Both of them knew that. But they still did it. They ran away together. They ran away from her four murderistic brothers.

Neither Tim, Dick, Jason, nor Damien like that their sister is together, all ALONE with her alien hybrid boyfriend. Plus as a minus they are teenagers, well one was already hitting the age of 18, while the other is not far behind.

Two teenagers alone together is never a good thing and all four brothers agree. But (Y/n) and Jon disagree.

Right now they are sitting in Clark's and Lois's apartment in Metropolis playing Scrabble and talking about life. Both of them agree that they are f**ked because they escaped the entire Bat-family.

(Y/n) sigh as she cracks her neck waiting for Jon to finish his word.

"Like I don't understand them... What's so wrong with you and me being together?" (Y/n) says as she watches through the window, hoping neither of those idiots remember about this apartment. Jon raises his shoulders.

"I don't understand that either... I think it's because of all the alien, hybrid, man of steel thingy. Like the only thing that can hurt me is a glowing rock in different colours and even after that I can be a definition of destruction." he says as he sighs. She looks at him and smiles.

" If I ever see you becoming the name of destruction I will cry badly, but I know I won't need to because I know that a person like you has only one thing in their heart... Love Jon. The only thing you have inside there is love. And it doesn't matter what happens you will always remember that and you will always appreciate that. " he smiles at her words.

To be fair, he never thought to fall in love with a human. Not because he sees them as weak or anything, but because he is scared that he can't always guarantee (Y/n) 's safety and that scares him. Maybe one day he would need to go on a space trip and in that time some evil dude kills her or plenty worse things he doesn't even want to think about.

(Y/n) stands up, shaking the dust off her trousers. Her midnight hunger hit her like a truck and by the looks of it, Jon wasn't far behind. Walking to the fridge, she opens the door, her expression of happiness fading the moment she sees two apples in the fridge.

"Joooooon, do your parents have a storage space somewhere, or are there only two apples for us to eat?" She asks as she turns around watching as he slowly made his way to the kitchen, floating an inch from the ground.

"To be fair I wouldn't know... Myb they leave just some food if me or Connot came into the apartment in the middle of the night, but I think someone outrun us." (Y/n) nodes her head, smiling softly

"Well, I see that now... But I think there is a store down the road. I can grab one of your mom's coats and --"

"I will go. You stay here and watch the apartment." He says as he flies to her, putting his hands on her hips, slowly lifting her off the ground. She frowns, annoyed she couldn't go with him or alone, but she knows he was right. You never know what can happen to a girl or a woman at night. City at night is a city at night, and a girl alone is a girl alone, no matter the age.

Jon smiles when he sees (Y/n) frown in agreement.

"It's for your safety and of course the safety of others." he whispers out, putting his forehead on hers, loving the feeling of her skin. She smiles, giving out a small giggle.

"Fine Jonny boy... Just make sure nobody kidnaps you or kicks you in the nuts." (Y/n) says as she puts his face in her hands, slowly kissing his puffy red lips.

Jon is happy. Like a golden retriever happy. If he had a tail, it would be wiggling left and right. Well, he knows he has a tail just that one doesn't wiggle on its own. It more stands on its own.

"Well, I will be back in half an hour, maybe less." He says as he gives her one last kiss before rushing in all mighty hunger through the door.

(Y/n) smiles to herself, walking back to the so-called living room. She has been to this apartment a few times, but never took an extreme look at the surroundings. It is coloured with pictures from the Kent family. They are set at the angel the visitor's eyes always capture their beauty. She loves the looks on their faces, and always imagined the same type of warmth in the Wayne Family. She loves her family, she did, but something about the Kent family makes her shed a tear every time she thinks of them. The way both Connor and Jon are one of the most gentle and supportive people she has met in her entire life. Or the way Lois cooking could be smelled from the yellowish fields. Or the way Clark looked out for his kids no matter what. Or the family night the whole family has, or the endless love you see from the couple's Waltz. Everything about them is something (Y/n) always loved and wanted.

But no matter what, the apartment isn't as warm as she thought in the first place. Shaking her body from the cold she slowly walks to Jon's room, opening the door as gently as possible. She likes his room. Some may say it's still childish looking, but she loves it. It has a bit of that and that. It's just perfect in all ways. Smiling, she walks to the closet and opens it. For a boy, it was organized pretty well. Here and there he could change some things, but other than that the closet was very neat.

Sighing she looks through the closet. She was aiming at the red hoodie at the end of the row, but the thing that caught her eye was the red-blue suit made out of latex. The Superboy suit. Well... One of them, after all, cannot be the original.

Carefully she takes it out and looks at it closely. The S in the middle was beautiful, making her look at it every time. The colour and the structure of the suit matched perfectly. It gave her Jon's vibes and she is crazy about it. She always liked it. Never confessed it, but she always liked it. It is that iconic logo and iconic colors that made you smile in joy when you see it.

"What if I tried it?" she says quietly to herself. She remembers that this is the latex Superman said it scratched to match the person's body. If that theory is correct, it would me slim-thigh on the body? She shrugs it off as she gets herself undressed, leaving only her bra and her panties on. Slowly she gets it on. The latex was sticky, it glued to her body in no time. She puts on the pants and the moment they were on, her curves were seen. Never has she seen her curves in this beautiful form like now. Next is the upper part. Getting it on wasn't the hard part, but staring at her body at the end was. It is so beautiful. She watches herself in the mirror, admiring the body she was born with. She could call herself the Beauty.

"Not gonna lie, but this thing is remarkably good." She says as she admires her butt in the mirror.

"Could have said the same thing..." (Y/n) jumps more than ever. In the doorway it was Jon, staring at her. Well more looking at her. His eyes are slow and steady, looking at her every detail.

He shouldn't be looking at her like he is looking right now. His parents thought him not to think like that, but the way she is wearing his suit is making him incredibly insane. Her body makes him go insane every damm time. He shouldn't... No, he shouldn't... Connor did tell him about the puberty things and the hormone things Kryptonians needed to go through. Like a great urge to just bang. And bang hard.

"I didn't know you were already back. I will take this off.."

"No! You can keep it..." If she decides to change, there is a high chance he would not turn around as a gentleman would. His eyes didn't stop. They crawled around her body, watching it, bitting in her every detail. He did not exactly know what was happening. His breathing became faster and more furious every minute. He begins to sweat a lot and his mind is becoming crazier every minute. He had a similar experience with "that" and he kinda just jerked it off and it was gone. But now he knows it is not just as easy as jerking it off and leaving it behind. Right now it is real and he is extremely crazy and cable of everything.

"Jon? Are you okay?" (Y/n) says as she slowly walks toward Jon. The boy nodes up and down left and right, giving her the most unusual and confusing answer she ever got from him. She gets to him, standing in front of him, him flinching as if he didn't want to be touched. That was the moment she figured it out. She looks at him. His eyes are slow, their center is everything, and they want to be everywhere at the same time. She sees him licking up lips, as his eyes are dancing over her body, the lustful and predator look on his face, making (Y/n) shiver and making her feel extremely small.

She didn't confess to anyone, but she has read books about Kryptonians and she extremely liked puberty and sexual activities. It is different from humans and twice as interesting. She especially liked the male or teenage boys part. All males could be dominant or submissive, it just depends on their partner. If the partner is a side person, you could find both versions of them, but the first time they have sex with the partner they think it's the one, they won't hold back. They became hella dominant. Not so dominant to hurt you, but dominant enough to show you who you belong to, to make you shiver whenever you remember that night. And they make sure to put as much attention to your body and the marks left on it. And Jon is hella ready for that stage. (Y/n) doesn't know what's completely on his mind, but she knows it's not something she would call a quiet afternoon dinner. He is patient, waiting for her approval, but through his eyes, she can see the way he is ready to break and shatter the bed in the corner, ready to make her scream for the next couple of hours. He just needed approval and he knew she knew that. (Y/n) smirks. He is like a puppy, listening, watching, following, and being naughty all in one. She slowly puts her finger on the center of his collarbone and slides gently over his skin, making his breathing faster, slowly sliding up up up until she gets to his lips, making him give out a small moan.

"The things you make me want to do to you.." He says as he watches her every moment, moaning in pain as he thinks of everything. She smirks, stepping on her toes she gets her mouth closer to his ear, making Jon hornier and hornier.

"Then why don't you?" She says as she slowly kisses his earlobe, making Jon moan, rolling his eyes back. He grabs her by the hips, pushing her to his body. At that moment she felt it. Jon is in pleasurable pain, his member painly big. He holds her hips, slightly rubbing them on it. It makes him moan and she can swear she feels some kind of a liquid down there. She knows what he needs. He needs approval and until she doesn't say it, he is going just painfully holding her, rubbing again her, and slowly almost dying on the inside.

She watches Jon, sweat, and moan, holding her in places that he wanted. It was fascinating. The Kryptonians are very respectable and cultural people. The great majority of them respect and love their partners and wouldn't do anything that could hurt them. Well... Except for the first sexual experience they have with the one. She knows what he wants to do. Making her in every spot, putting it inside of her, making her moan for hours and hours. Well, they have the stamina for the whole night, and for a human body that's a big ride.

"Please (Y/n)... Pleasee... Say it... I can't." He says as he puts his head into her neck, rubbing at her more efficiently. She moans from the tension, putting her hands on his toned chest.

"Jon I-" The moan cut her speech as she slowly started to rub herself against him. Helping him. Her hand found its way into his hair, pulling it as he moans, gently biting on her fresh skin, his hot breath and that little bit of pain are making her melt in his arms.

"Say it... Pleasse... Say. It.." She moans fro. The tension. She wants to be fucked. She wants to feel him on her body. His sweat and hot breath danced on her gentle innocent body. She wants him to feel her every single curve, her every single part of the skin. She wants him to mark her, to make her his. She wants him to fuck her, yet gently but at the same time make her scream his name. She wants him to claim her and have her as his. She needs him. She needs him and that was not a lie. Her body needs him. Desperate for his kisses, for his love, for his administration, and his fuck. She needs him. She needs him now.

"Jon... I want you to fuck me..." He moans at that, bitting his teeth in her neck. She moans as she feels his body getting more and more and more exciting and ready for what was about to become reality.

"I want you to fuck me, give attention to me. I want to feel you everywhere on my body, I want you to make me scream your name. I want you to make me yours, make me feel like you want me to feel. I need you, Jonathan. Please.." That made his film pop. He kisses her on the lips, his hands at the back of his super suit. He tears it apart making (Y/n) jump a little, but moaning in the kiss. Her hands travel to the bottom of his shirt. Grabbing the edge she lifts it off of his body, Jon gladly excepting that. He kisses her back his hands quickly traveling to his trousers as he unbuckled his belt, making (Y/n) shiver as she hears the sound of metal, making her moan and excited twice as more.

Jon grabs her face as he pushed her back, making her trip to the end of the bed, but of course, catching her and getting her gently as possible on the bed. His hand once again travels to his trousers, this time fighting the zipper, as his face is held by (Y/n) and her hands. They stop for a moment, allowing Jon to unzip his pants, making (Y/n) shiver even more. She heard from her friends and brothers that the belt and the zipper made women shiver, some in fear of unknowing, while the others in complete pleasure. She never believed in that. Like how can a sound make you shiver, but right now she was feeling the same thing. Jon stops kissing her as he looks into her eyes and of course gets his pants down his legs. Now both of the teenagers were undressed to their underwear. And by the looks of it, both of them liked what they saw. Jon looks at her body, giving gentle-attention kisses of appreciation. (Y/n) loves it and Jon quite gladly knows it. He kisses every part. From her gentle baby skin to the parts with small scars. He left blessed with a girl like her, and he needed to take care of her. He needed to be gentle. (Y/n) moaned at each kiss he gave her, each attention grabber he gave her. She is in heaven and he knows it. His kisses started going back to her lips but stopped at her beautiful breasts. He grabs her by her back, lifting both into a sitting position. (Y/n) 's hands find their way to his back as she sits on his lap, feeling everything that's happening.

"I'm just going to unclip your bra, okay? Tell me if you don't want it, like tell me if you -" She kisses him. No matter the hormones or the fantasy his body has inside, he was still Superboy, the son of Lois Lane and Clark Kent, and by no way is he going to risk her being uncomfortable or getting hurt. No matter what his body wants. And she appreciates that. He is after all a gentle boy, with a loving heart.

"Jon, don't worry... I will tell you when I won't like something, but I think being without a bra is the last one." She says as she smiles at him, him slowly nodding his head, his eyes shining in love and affection. He kisses her, pulling her closer to him, his hands finding her back and slowly unclipping her bra. The moment the clip was released, (Y/n) felt some kind of freedom. Jon pulls away her bra, throwing it aside, the curves and the size of her breasts made him speechless.

"Don't just stear, do something." She giggles. Jon looks at her before he started putting gentle kisses on them. (Y/n) loves it, it is how she read about it. It made her feel special and in a beautiful place. Jon's kisses are gentle and steady, taking time and care for each of them. Connor told him, he should go steady, especially if it's his first time doing it. He told him, that the point is not doing it as fast as he can, but as gentle as possible, with as much attention he can give. He even told him, he should take care of his partner, regardless the gender. Both partners should be respected and able to feel what the other feels. And right now (Y/n) is feeling just that.

"You are so beautiful. Everything about you is just perfect, filled with beauty." Jon says as he kisses one of her breasts, while the other is massaged. She moans with the agreement. Jon kisses her, slightly sucking making (Y/n) moan slightly louder, throwing her head left and right. He slightly bit her skin, making her jump in shock. He smiles in the kiss as he picks another spot, yet again doing the same thing, leaving a bluish-red bruise of love. (Y/n) loves it and he knows that. After he finishes one, his mouth dances across her collarbone and neck, of course once again leaving the same marks he is giving. She loves the feeling he is giving her now.

She grabs his face, making both of them look into each other's eyes. They didn't say a word, but both of them know what they have in mind. She roughly kisses him, as Jon pushes her onto the bed, landing on top of her. Jon's hands travel to her abdomen, lower and lower. His fingers slowly move at that stop, making (Y/n) moan and gasp every time he hit the right spot. It was almost like fireworks for her. The feeling of his fingers tracing down there was something she liked a little too much. But she didn't want him to do all the work. Her silky hands travel from his face to his biceps, while she gave him a lightning kiss on the neck. Her hands found their way across his back to the abs the young male had. Jon immediately knows what she wants to do, as he moans in her hair, moving both of his hands. She gasps wanting everything from him. But her hands had a different plan. She hooks her fingers at the end of his boxers before she kisses him on the lips and pulls them down. Jon moans with freedom in her mouth, one of his hands doing the same thing, finally making both of them completely free.

The skin-to-skin contact made both of them more in love with each other than before. They feel every sweat, they feel every heartbeat, every nervous shock, every gasp, every moan, every kiss, every love. Jon's mouth slowly moves from her head to her neck, to her beautiful, innocent breasts, appreciating their every part. His mouth then travels to her abs, making him kiss every single inch of her body, every single scar she had, everything. Felt her with love. She moans at that, gently pulling his hair, making him return the pleasuring noise. He looks up at her, seeing her head thrown back, not knowing a single thing. He continues watching her as he makes his way down, down between her legs. (Y/n)'s mouth falls open as she grabs the sheets.

Before Jon did what he wants to do, he goes between her legs, starting his journey at the right inner side of her leg. It was beautiful and the last thing to make it perfect was to feel it with his love. His mouth kisses and sucks at the gentle skin, licking every single part. (Y/n) curls around the bed, becoming a moaning mess. He watches her as his mouth travels to the other side, kissing and marking it up and down. Her hands found their way into his hair as she moans.

"Please, Jon... Please... I can't..." She gasps as he moves to that part. The part between her legs. He smirks. Teasing her is becoming his favorite new thing.

"Please what?" He says as one of his hands finds its way back to her breasts, gently pinching and squeezing them. She moans at the contact, her head moving left and right.

"Pleassseeeee..."She says as she lifts her hips before Jon roughly pushes them back down his eyes shining with lust and teasing.

" Please what? " He smirks as he kisses at that specific spot, making (Y/n) go crazy. She knew what he was doing and it was bloody working amazingly.

"Jon, just fucking do it! stop fucking teasing me!!!" She yelled at him, pulling his hair. He smiles as kisses that spot, sucking at it. (Y/n) exploded, she felt like she was on fire, burning from the inside, waiting for someone to help her. And Jon is enjoying it. He watches her fight with her moaning, her pleasuring fights, as his mouth sucks at that specific spot between her legs, bitting from time to time. One of his hands travels to her spot between her legs, carefully crawling around the entrance. Her hands pulled and pulled his hair as his tongue danced with her bottom lips. He enjoyed it and so did she.

"Jon, please... Come here..." She said as she pulled him by his hair kissing his lips. The hand he has there stayed, and slowly by two of its fingers enter her. She gasps in pleasure. He is gentle and caring. Careful so he doesn't hurt her.

"Jon..." She moans as she pulls his hair, making him kiss her neck. Slowly the fingers in her start to pick up speed, searching for the spot inside of her. She squeaks with joy when he finds it. It was difficult for her to be quiet, and well Jon didn't want her to just gasp and squeak, he wanted to hear her. And every time he hit the spot she moaned his name, making him and his little fella feel good.

"Jon.. Jon... Let me make up to you." He stops and looks at her curiosity in his eyes.

"What?" he says as he smiles at her. She kisses him pushing him on his back. He's so beautiful. The city light hits him at just the right angle, making him shine in the sweaty night.

"Let me make up to you..." She says as she kisses him yet again her hands, slowly and slowly going down and down. He knew what she was doing, and it was a pleasure for him. (Y/n) stopped at it. Watching it. Before she slowly massages it with her hands, her hands going up and down. Jon now knew in what kind of position (Y/n) was before. She stared at his facial expression, his body reaction, while he moaned without end. She now knows why he loves to hear it so much, why he loves to see her screech in pleasure. Because he knows he made her like this, and now she knows she made him like this. It was beautiful watching him moan and sweat, from her simply just moving her hands up and down. She watches his needs being filled, his fantasies reached. And yet something was missing, and both of them needed it.

(Y/n) stood up, slowly getting her hips above his. He knew what she was going to do.

"Please let me..."

"No Jon... You already did a lot... It's my turn... It's my turn to take care of you. To take care of you and me." She says as she kisses him, her hands cupping his face. She straighten her back and nit a minute later they were connected. Both of them moan, they both felt like fireworks. (Y/n) felt small, yet loved, feeling as Jon's moaning vibrated through his body, making her moan in response. She moved her hips gently and firmly as if she didn't want to hurt him, making this moment his worst. She wanted it to last all her life. She wanted to see him like this every time. And so did he. He wanted to see her like this for the rest of his life. To see her do this, again and again, to make her feel this good as she is feeling now. To make her his for the rest of his life.

And slowly Jon grabbed her hips, gently turned them around, lying (Y/n) on her back. She felt better, she felt good, and Jon is going to make sure it will last. He slowly moved up, and then out. Full in, full out. She felt mesmerizing and loved, and so did he. He only wanted her to feel good, to feel like a goddess, the most beautiful woman in this universe. To make her feel that she is his woman. His and only his. And he will make sure to protect her, to make her feel safe and sound.

Jon kisses her lips, as he picks up speed, not too much faster than before. She moans into his mouth as her nails find their way on his back.

"I love you (Y/n)..." He says as the girl gives out a moan of pleasure.

"And I love you too..."She says as she gives him another kiss on the lips.

The moon shines on the private moments of the couple, watching them, as it shines on their love as they experience the love plenty more time into the night...

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I hope you guys enjoyed it. I would appreciate some comments and of cours likes and shares :)

I will make a part 3 ;)

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1970sgothfreak · 1 year

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The Forgotten Twin’s birthday part 4

Y/n/n- your nickname

Jon’s pov:

“I’ll see you later babe love you too” I said before hanging up the call, I smiled and blushed at the thought of me and y/n/n hanging out again!. I keep thinking about how the others had treated her, she mentioned how she didn’t know if she should accept their apology but I told her to stand her ground as it would be a better idea.

I got up and decided to get some food before heading out so I went downstairs seeing my dad and Conner there, he waved to me before going back on his phone and my dad was reading the paper…for some odd reason. I grabbed a glass of water and started to make a sandwich when I heard my dad place down the paper and clear his throat.

“So how are you and Y/n doing?”

“Oh we’re doing great actually! I can’t wait for her to come over and you meet her as my girlfriend this time”

“Well I’m glad your happy John”

“Yea…but she’s not..stupid Bruce…”

I froze after saying that hoping my father didn’t hear me say that but I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at me with confusion, oh no…I messed up!.

“John what are you talking about..?”

“Well…”

~meanwhile~

Your pov:

Bruce has been nonstop trying to apologies to me, I’m on my breaking point and am shocked that he’s actually trying and was about to accept it until I heard him talking to a reporter and he mentioned how the family would be back to perfect soon… heh guess I was right.

I looked up from my book seeing him walk into the living room and rolled my eyes, he approached me and sat next to me.

“Y/n..”

“Bruce” I saw him pause when he heard me call him his name, good he deserves this pain. I placed my book down and looked up at him.

“What do you want this time”

“To apologise…I’m trying to make things right for us..”

“ no you’re trying to make things right for you so you look good in the press, I heard what you said to the reporter earlier, you aren’t genuine with this apology!” I stated slamming my hand down onto the table and stood up.

“ y/-“

“NO, YOU ARE NOT A GENUINE PERSON UNLESS IT BENEFITS YOU!..I DON’T DO THAT AND LETS NOT FORGET THE THAT THAT YOU AND YOUR SONS NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED ME!…. I have every right to not have you in my life when you never considered me apart of yours and I can promise you that when I graduate you and the boys will never… EVER see me again!”

I yelled while trying to control my emotions but I knew it wasn’t working when I felt my eyes water. I shoved past him and decided to go on a walk hoping it would calm me.

Bruce pov:

I winced as the manors doors slammed shut, I really messed up didn’t I. I stared at my hands not realising that someone was coming up behind me, I looked up and saw Clark looking at me with disappointment and maybe a hint of disgust.

“Clark? What are you doing here?”

“Wondering why the hell I found out from John that you were being a shit father! Bruce cmon… IGNORING YOUR KID?!?”

“You weren’t exactly a good dad either!” I stated back

“ you’re right but I learned and now I love those boys more than anything, you just didn’t care enough and that caused your relationship to fail” he said and that’s when reality finally set in… I lost my daughter all because I couldn’t…No I didn’t care enough about her.

…fuck

~a couple hours later~

No one’s pov:

You were sitting in an alleyway trying to finish your food without any interruption when your phone started to ring. You saw it was an unknown number but decided to pick it up.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“ hello my dear.. how are you?”

“M-mother…”

“ Yes it’s me… I-.. I heard what your father and brother did and my dear I want you to know you are always welcome back at the league”

“…Mother I…I know I am…please may I just think it over?”

“Of course take all the time you need I love you”

“I…I love you too mother”

The call ended and you stared at the phone, at least now you had two people who actually cared about you. The boys and Bruce were only sorry because they were called out but John and your mother loved you no matter what.

Ah shit…now you had a choice to make…

Join your mother and leave the boys or forgive them and see what happens?

What will you pick?

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Clark, calling Bruce: We have to talk about the influence your child has on my son Bruce: You knew very well what you were getting yourself into when you allowed Jon to hang out with Damian, I will not take any blame if your son commits a crime because of him Clark: Wha- Crime? No, I was talking about Y/N Bruce: Y/N? What do you mean? She couldn’t hurt a fly Clark: Exactly, Jon refuses to fight criminals, instead he makes flower crowns for her. I think he likes- Bruce: Say no more, I’ll send Damian over, he’ll be back on patrol in no time Bruce: Also, if your son tries anything with my daughter you’ll have hell to pay...

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Brotherly Love

Short story

Prompt: 8 "Sleep at my place tonight."

Warnings: Crowded room.

@mxtokko requested: "It could be a cute sibling moment between jason and y/n or with jon cuz i just think their interractions are cute ! Doesnt really matter to me wich one it is :D"

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*following the events of chapter eight.*

Damian.

Damian and you were on better terms. He had apologized. He was going to your brother again.

But, he would have to work his way back up to be where you and Jason were. Attached at the hip. Almost knowing exactly what the other is thinking. In tune with each other. Trusting of each other.

Damian and Jon were currently having an intense debate over the Star Wars movies. What specifically? You don't know.

However, you and Jason were just watching people waltz around the crowded room. You were tucked under his arm, hugging his waist. One of his hands was holding onto your shoulder, and the other was holding his drink.

"Boring, huh?" He spoke.

"Yes." You sighed, causing Jason to chuckle.

His teal eyes looked down at you. He sees so much of himself in you that it almost hurts.

He watched as you tried to cover up a large yawn. "Sleep at my place tonight." He told you. "It's closer."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, looking back up at him.

"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want you to." He smiled down at you, and you quickly mimicked the action. Jason silently looked back up in front of himself, continuing to gaze at the people around the room. You did the same.

"Do you wanna sleep over?" Jon's voice came from nowhere. You quickly looked at him then around the room, wondering where your Damian had gone.

"I'm staying with Jason...how did you not just hear that." You said, referring to his super-hearing.

"There's a lot of people in here." He whined.

"Don't you live a state over?" You asked.

"So?"

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I really hope you like this, babe.♡

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Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

Headcanon masterlist.

When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why.

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia.

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart.

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school.

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats.

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions.

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you.

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.”

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could.

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just — you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow.

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.”

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break.

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.”

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up.

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol.

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia.

“Brother?”

“Tt. Obviously.”

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba.

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?”

“How’d you know?” you asked.

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

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