kryptonian tingz

Damian grumbled as he continued to make the wrong movements and end up caught in the line of fire. Finally, he let out a loud groan as the match ended and tossed his controller onto the cushion next to him. “Then teach me how this game works!” He stated; throwing himself back against the sofa and grumpily shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth.

“I don’t understand how you are supposed to gain an advantage over your enemies when you cannot benefit from training and bodily conditioning over your opponent.” Damian spoke though a half-full mouth.

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Jon was relatively easy to find, even with Star City being as large as it was. The teen wasn’t exactly the quietest and his costume stood out as much as their father’s did. Making sure his cells were fully charged and securing his clothing in a safe location, Conner took the the skies and sought out the half-Kryptonian. It didn’t take too long before he caught sight of rippling red soaring down to the rooftops of some buildings across town.

Following suit, the clone dropped onto the roof behind him with a small patter of footsteps - his landing wasn’t the greatest, but he had picked up flight control relatively quickly at least. “There you are.” He called out to him. “God, you… really are as old as I am now. Somehow thought maybe it wouldn’t be true.” Conner remarked and rubbed the back of his neck. Younger brother now same age as him? Just another day in the weirdness that was his life it seemed.

[Text]: That’s all that matters, cariño.

[Text]: And that you bring him to dinner this weekend.

[Text]: bring him...over to what???

@jonkentx​

“Hey.” Jon Kent wasn’t a face Roy had seen lately, or really often in general, and he was probably the last person he expected to see on his way to the bus stop. “You remember me? You were real little when I saw you last.” He’d never worked directly with Jon. He’d been a different generation entirely, which made Roy feel really fucking old. 

STATUS: open starter

Michael lifts up the Pomeranian that’s in his arms and holds them out to the other person. “I got a dog!” His rationalization for the decision is that having a pet would be easy since he has been raising his daughter on his own for the last four years without any problems. Rani is already attached to the small animal so there’s no going back on this decision.  “What should I name her?”

“Simple. Our fathers…” Damian’s smart retort was cut off by a small frown of grief, “… were friends. Thus, we are friends.” He finished with barely the same tone and energy he had started with. Shaking his head, the teen instead focused on the game they were setting up and the remarks Jon made about the game’s design and mechanical flow. 

“…Donkey? Jon, we need to work on your insult vocabulary at some point..” Damian sighed, but just shook his head. “Well the confines of what the game provides are grossly unrealistic and cannot account for human spontaneity…” He remarked just as sourly as he usually did. Yet, he kept playing - as he always did despite his complaining. “Never.” He stated at admitting that perhaps he was the problem in this situation. 

Jon tried to stop himself from flinching at the mention of their fathers. Bruce was no longer around, and the scars from that day were still fresh. “Not true, just because people in our family might like each other doesn’t ever mean we had to be.” He strongly believed that their friendship was something of their own creation and no outside factors should be considered in what they built for themselves. Their own kingdom of shared thoughts through a simple glance, a language only they could understand, something that took shape over the course of many years of deciphering the many complexities of each other. Damian wasn’t an easy person, at first glance people thought of him as arrogant, snobby, a kid who thought way too highly of himself, but they didn’t see the sweet boy who loved and respected animals, the one who not so loudly cherished the family around him, and the one who now longed for his father.

“I’m the annoying one? You have always been the annoying one, Kent.” Damian huffed out and shook his head, internalizing the remark about his lips. What an odd compliment. He seated himself on the large sofa that sat before a television set that was far too large for any normal person’s home - waiting as Jon got the systems set up properly and directed them to the games that he wanted to play.

“I think that Kryptonite messed with your cognitive ability.” Damian retorted at Jon’s teasing at length and lounged around as they waited for the pizza to arrive before actually starting on any of the video games. Damian had half a slice hanging out of his mouth when the shooter game started up. 

“These games make no sense to me.” Damian grumbled with the pizza slice. He never understood the first-person shooter genre. Your character could never react in a logical manner to the dangers around them; you could not access the most tactile vantage points because the maps were not designed to allow free movement; and all things considered - Damian just sucked at them.

“Please, if I was so annoying you wouldn’t keep me around, and yet here I am. So I win, once again proving that I’ll always be able to smack you down like the hand of god.” Jon teased, a sly smirk on his lips. His brown curls have been tousled by the wind, flying at high speeds to get to Damian’s place. Softly he brushed the strands with his fingers, ruffling them into a more suitable mess. 

“That wasn’t your fault,” he assured him. “Kara didn’t expect it either. It’s hard to constantly be worried about the worst thing that could happen.” And he didn’t want his son to have to live that way, either. Jon had extraordinary gifts, but he was still, as far as Clark was concerned, too young to think that everything sat on his shoulders. He’d never wanted that for him. What had happened couldn’t have been further from his fault. 

“We just…” Clark shook his head, “have to make it harder.” He wished that he had a better plan right then, but he wasn’t Bruce. He didn’t prepare for contingencies A-Z, really, or even necessarily think that they should. But he couldn’t deny, either, the frustration that Jon must feel. “Just try to do what you can now,” he offered. 

“I know, and I don’t want to live having to always look over my shoulder.” Jon sighed, feeling the weight of the world on his mind as he thought about how he should’ve been more prepared for anything. He hated how villains just seem to have a stash of kryptonite handy to take them down and make them weak. “Okay next time I see the joker do I turn him into a eunuch with my heat vision. It’s not lethal, but it would make him think twice about doing anything.” Jon knew his dad wouldn’t approve of those methods, but he didn’t have to know.

[Text]: Damian Wayne?

[Text]: Don’t answer that. Obviously.

[Text]: Well, are you happy?

[Text]: Well...I’m happy that I did it and he knows, but we’re just friends and that’s fine.

It wasn’t until hours later that Lois heard about what happened to Bruce. Being reunited with Clark and feeling euphoric relief that he was alive, unharmed, had quickly been replaced with a sinking horror. Once the events were recounted to her, she knew she would have to be the one to tell Clark what happened. She didn’t trust anyone else to do it. The kryptonite had done its work on him, and she’d finally left his side long enough to take a shower and change. 

She was brushing out her hair when she heard the knock on the door. Freezing, she relaxed when she realized it was Jon. The questions made her heart ache. She had no idea what to say to him, especially because she was dreading facing the reality of what this meant, but none of those emotions showed on her face. Lois always stood tall and confident even when she wasn’t. 

So she didn’t hesitate to take Jon’s hand, gently pulling him to sit on the bed next to her so she could wrap him in her arms. “Just be there for him, cariño. Ask him what he needs you to do.”

“Pero como puedo consolar lo inconsolable. Yo perdi a mi tio, pero todos los hijos de tio Bruce, perdieron a su padre.” Jon mumbled, digging himself further into his mother’s embrace. He didn’t know how he’d talk to any of them knowing that there nothing he could do or say that could help them in their grief. “So should I start by asking your permission to sleepover at Damian’s place for a while so I can make sure he’s alright? I know you want to make sure I’m okay too, but I feel like I have to do this.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” Dick chided, his tone somehow firm and gentle at the same time. “There was nothing you could have done. Kara was there and couldn’t do anything. He had Kryptonite.” The only person who could have fought back was Lois, and there was no way she would have been evenly matched to Harley and the numerous goons who did her bidding. 

Hugging Jon tightly, he shook his head a little. “’Course I’d want to see you. You’re practically family. All of you.” They all worked in tandem and had for years. It went beyond that, too. They trusted each other - and considering Bruce, that was beyond significant. “We’ll get through it.” It didn’t really answer the question of whether or not he was okay, but Dick wasn’t prepared to open that door quite yet. It was easier to focus on everything else.

“Next time, he’ll have my superheated foot up his ass,” Jon grumbled in discontent, before exhaling a long sigh. “I know it was impossible, but...” Dick was right, he couldn’t really see anything going different for them, now matter how many times he replayed the scenario in his head. The odds were just stacked against them. “Fine, you win this time, mister logical.”

Damian shook his head dismissively. “No, it’s fine… just took me off guard. I don’t need you to leave or anything.” The teenager stated quickly and cleared his throat softly. He watched the other male fidget for a moment before the telltale sound of his stomach rumbling belied his desire for food. Finally, he let the tiniest of chuckling sounds escape him. “I’ll order our usual.” The remark was simple and he already had his phone in his hand - placing an order for a couple of pizzas and their usual choice of toppings, as well as a couple bottles of soda, from a delivery app. 

There were surprisingly few pizza shops in Star City that could make a good vegetarian pizza. Damian had gotten better over the years about his reluctance to eat meat out of respect for animals - gradually growing to eating a little more here and there. Still, sometimes it was nice to still have a meat-free meal every once and while. “I do not get my ass beat.” Damian remarked - turning and heading down the hallway towards one of the larger parlors they had commandeered as their ‘gaming’ hangout for the Star City manor. Even if they really didn’t use it all that often because of Damian’s all work and no play attitude most days.

“You’re so annoying, Damian. Making me worry over you, making me come all this way to check up on you and then on top of it all, your lips are really nice. S’just a lot to handle,” Jon chuckled, shyly nodding at the mention of food. He wanted the awkward phase to be over with, this was his best friend in front of him and even though they were both grieving, they should just help each other get through this together. “You do that,” he mused, knowing exactly what that meant and what they’d be eating. Damian was the first to introduce veggie pizza to Jon, usually he would just cringe and make a face at the mention of it when he was younger, but now he’s grown to actually enjoy all these things that the son of the bat has shown him over the years.

What was that? He needed to say something. Come on, Damian, say something. Anything, instead of just standing there staring with a dumbstruck look on his face as Jon pulled away from the sudden lip-locked situation they had found themselves in and explained his reasoning. “Um… I..” Finally, his vocal cords seemed to be remembering how to function. “Jon, I don’t….” Another incomplete statement. By some miracle, Damian managed to close his half-hanging jaw and swallow as he looked away from the young man. 

“I don’t know what to do in these kinds of situations. I’ve never… never even considered…” He shook his head slowly. “Now isn’t… the right time? With my Father.. and my family…” God, he was stumbling over his words like a complete idiot - like he always swore that feeling some sort of attraction to someone else would cause. Was that what was happening right now? He supposed he had never really thought about the possibility of being more interested in Jon than just a close friendship. It was possible, he supposed. Wasn’t it? 

“Maybe we should.. get that pizza ordered and get the game systems hooked up…” He cleared his throat and folded his arms across his chest. His brow furrowed as his mind spun to process this sudden change in dynamics among everything else he was working through right now. 

Jon could feel himself shrinking up right after Damian started talking, his eyes darkening as he looked away from the man, feeling entirely stupid as to why he did that in the first place. “It’s okay, I know it was stupid of me to do so, I’m sorry.” he mumbled, not knowing if he was gonna stay after that or not. He didn’t think he should stay. 

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to try and do all of that. I can go if you want me to.” Jon mentioned finally looking at Damian. Face sullen, he tried to mask how he was feeling but something else broke through that made everything feel silly. His stomach growled loud, and he found himself blushing at the fact. “Guess, I could stay for some pizza,” he mumbled. “By the way, that was my first kiss, so you’re still welcome for that one, dork.”

jonkentx​:

Text @ Mom

[Text]: Good, I always taught you to love yourself first.

@lois-joanne-lane

“I’m not lying… maybe I’m just trying to convince myself it is the truth.” Damian remarked sourly. He never would have expected to become as close to Jon as he had over the years, especially given their rather tense beginnings. Yet, time had revealed to him the depths of the other’s heart - and that intense caring nature he seemed to have inherited from both sides of his family. “I… thank you.” He sighed out at the other male’s condolences. 

The change to discuss his capture was a somewhat welcome one. “I know. I’m sorry for lecturing you about it. You’re okay and… I really need to thank that Anton-whatever guy for that.” Damian stated. As Jon turned his attention back to Damian’s well-being, the teenager fought against his urge to push him away. “Why would I hate you? You haven’t done anything to deserve that.” Damian assured him first and foremost. 

“You can just stay here…? Bother me like you always do. Keep me distracted.” Damian offered after a small pause. “We can… play those video games you’re always hounding me to play? Unless you need to get back to your mother and father.”

“It’s ok to not be ok Dami,” Jon mumbled trying to tell Damian that it was fine to be a total wreck like he was at the moment. Having Damian in his arms was the sort of comfort he needed, the boy’s warmth giving Jon the solace he so needed before. “It’s okay, I kinda like it when you lecture me anyway, you’ve always been the best to keep me on my toes. Sure, I’ll let him know you send your regards.

“Was just scared that was the case, maybe I was overreacting,” he shrugged. “Don’t got anywhere else to be Dames. You want to play video games, sure thing. We can order pizza and snacks and just have a night all to ourselves, but Damian before we do all that, I need to do something.”

Damian didn’t offer a chuckle or even a roll of his eyes at Jon’s return on his ‘Peter Pan’ reference. Instead, he just frowned as the young Kryptonian pulled him into a tight embrace. “It’s.. I mean, I’m fine…” He lied once more. Damian didn’t try to pull away from the embrace - seriously, you couldn’t pull your way out of a Super-hug, he had learned that by now - and just listened as Jon spoke and loosened his grip to look him over.

“Funny, I was more concerned with trying to find you and your family than I was for my own safety at the time. Dick and… and Father, were out of town, so my priority needed to be you.” He explained coldly. “I would have been worried regardless though.” He softened his icy statements. He was quiet a moment and then shook his head. “How did Joker even get the jump on you? Haven’t I told you to pay more attention to your surroundings?” Damian lectured, but his tone was lacking all severity - replaced with nothing but a regretfulness and concern for the other.

“You’re not, I can tell. If there’s anybody who I can tell is lying to me it’s you.” Jon mumbled. The one proud son of the bat now stood there, sullen and almost sinking in an empty abyss of sorrow. “Guess we just were too busy worrying about each other to take care of ourselves.” he sighed. “I’m really sorry about Uncle Bruce.” The question about his failure of getting caught in the trap that would endanger his entire family. “They know of our weakness, well the whole world knows, and I guess they used it against us to get the upper hand. I wish I wasn’t so weak to let myself be caught like that.”