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So Jason just makes like 60 cookies every other day, and maybe a whole ass marble cake, sometimes it's as simple as a few tarts.

The family starts understanding it as code overtime, of Jason offering his stress food and with it, a hand reaching out for help.

It's silly progress.

But also progress.

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Steph, answering the phone: Yewwol?

Jason, actually shaking on the other line: I made 20 pans of brownies and I don't even remember buying 20 pans to make brownies in and I feel so stupid and- WHY WON'T THIS PIPPING BAG CLOSE

Steph: ...So it's a Brownie day?

Jason: ...yeah ☹️

Steph: Right. Give me a few minutes. Damian's coming to help pass the brownies around to your neighbors, then we're eating one for ourselves.

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Alfred: Why is Master Jason in our kitchen on an undetermined family day... making macaroons?

Tim, not looking up from his phone: JK R*wling was on his fyp today

Alfred: Ah, I see.... Well, at least Master Jason has not—

[from afar] Jason: WHERE'S THE FUCKING RED 40.

Alfred:

Alfred: Well, at least he didn't ask for Blueberries.

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Jason: I made 100 cookies 😠 because you shouted at me 😠😠 for finishing the job during patrol last night 😠😠😠

Bruce: Mm.

Jason: This is all YOUR FAULT. I expect to be renumerated for EVERYTHING — the ingredients, the electric bill, the time.

Bruce: Mm.

Jason: And you're NOT getting any this time! 😠 I gave it away to the orphanage two blocks from my apartment 😠 because only those orphans deserve my treats 😠😠😠

Bruce: Okay.

Jason:

Bruce:

Bruce, also emotionally constipated and trying hard in therapy: Do you want a hug?

Jason: ...fuck you.

It starts with Damian accidentally referring to Red Hood as his brother. It was a slip of the tongue that everyone latched onto. Damian, who is flustered and upset with himself, doubles down with a “tt, of course he is my brother. Mother would not have let me go to Gotham without adequate protection.”

Damian was hoping they would let it go.

Instead, Bruce is trying to awkwardly parent his son’s half brother, Dick is on a mission to be the Best Big Brother, and Alfred is preparing a new room.

Damian is mortified.

Jason is confused.

Cassie: You’re still injured? Where did you get hurt again?

Tim: my—

Kon: Popliteal fossa. Recovering in about a week and two days.

Cassie: *looks at Kon*

Cassie: *looks at Tim*

Cassie: Your what?

Tim: Uh, like. Behind my knee.

Cassie: I see.

Kon: That’s basically what I said.

Tim: *dying inside*

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(YJ watching Wendy the werewolf stalker)

Tim: Honestly, I don’t even remember where we left it.

Bart: I think we were like, on season 3, episode.. 4ish?

Kon: Season 3 episode 6, 15 minutes 12 seconds in.

Cassie:

Bart:

Tim:

Kon: What? You guys wanted to know.

Kon: *notices Tim still staring*

Kon: You alright?

Tim: *blushing*

Tim: Just peachy.

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Kon: Hey, I got you guys your orders.

Cassie: Thanks, it’s my favorite!

Kon: I know.

Tim: You got my usual?

Kon: Of course.

Bart: Did you get my trenta-sized Iced White Chocolate Mocha, but blended—

Kon: And made with oat milk? With 6 shots of decaf espresso, 3 pumps of hazelnut syrup, 3 pumps of toffee nut, and 4 pumps of sugar-free cinnamon dolce? Yep. I got your order.

Bart: Thanks, man.

Tim: I need to examine your memory.

Kon: Sure!

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Tim: What date did we meet?

Kon: July 1996.

Tim: What time was it when we first had a conversation today?

Kon: 11:13 am.

Tim: Since when have you known my heartbeat?

Kon: Three months after we formed Young Justice.

Tim: Alright.

Kon: ..is that all?

Tim: literally date me.

Kon: *smiling*

No, not just likes. He’s fallen head over heels IN LOVE with Damian and Jon is losing his shit.

That is Batman’s son. That is the boy with basically seven older siblings. That is a boy who had been in the league of assassin. Not only is Jon not allowed in Gotham because of his super status, but if Damian’s siblings found out? Jon wouldn’t be able to come within a 30 mile radius of Gotham.

He is SO beyond cooked

But then there’s Damian whose giggling and kicking his feet in his room

It’s gotten to a point where seeing Damian smile at the ground is COMMON. Anyone around him knows that’s a sure sign that Damian is thinking about that one tiny little super he likes. He refuses to admit it though (it’s obvious nonetheless)

Damian, spacing out and smiling at the ground:

Dick: Damian? Awe! Are you thinking about Jon?

Damian, immediately switching up. His smile turns into a scowl that could kill: Absolutely not, Grayson.

Meanwhile….

Jon who just barged into the room: Kon, I am done for!

Kon, not even bothering to look up: uh huh. Right. So done for.

No, not just likes. He’s fallen head over heels IN LOVE with Damian and Jon is losing his shit.

That is Batman’s son. That is the boy with basically seven older siblings. That is a boy who had been in the league of assassin. Not only is Jon not allowed in Gotham because of his super status, but if Damian’s siblings found out? Jon wouldn’t be able to come within a 30 mile radius of Gotham.

He is SO beyond cooked

But then there’s Damian whose giggling and kicking his feet in his room

It’s gotten to a point where seeing Damian smile at the ground is COMMON. Anyone around him knows that’s a sure sign that Damian is thinking about that one tiny little super he likes. He refuses to admit it though (it’s obvious nonetheless)

Damian, spacing out and smiling at the ground:

Dick: Damian? Awe! Are you thinking about Jon?

Damian, immediately switching up. His smile turns into a scowl that could kill: Absolutely not, Grayson.

Meanwhile….

Jon who just barged into the room: Kon, I am done for!

Kon, not even bothering to look up: uh huh. Right. So done for.

Getting on the train of Billy knowing people before the suspendium incident.

I've seen people have him know the Kent's before, but more so either his parents knew them or he was a kid they were fond of.

Now what if he and Martha were childhood friends. Martha being maybe 3 or 4 years older than Billy and moved to Kansas with her folks shortly before the suspendium, where she met Jonathan and became middle school sweethearts with him.

So the Kent's for whatever reason have to evacuate to the watchtower, and its a fairly tense situation, but not not quite alarm bells all hands on deck.

So Captain Marvel comes up to the Watchtower for his usual Tuesday monitor duty when he happens to smell a very distinctive smell of cookies. A smell he could never forget, it was his best friends grandmother's recipe afterall.

So he wanders into the kitchen entirely not expecting to see the side profile of what could only be one of his best childhood friends, just 60 years older.

"By the gods...Martha?"

And Ms. Kent turns around with no clue as to who could be calling her name like that. Except the wording is oddly familiar.

She turns around to see a man that looked like her childhood friends father, but the cornflower blue of his eyes and the dropped jaw she always teased him for proved it was infact her friend

"Billy?"

" oh my gods Mars you're alive?" And the Captain moves to hug his friend tightly for the first time in what is almost forever.

"Thats my line, what in hell happened?" As she hugs him back just as tight

Of course Clark is sitting at one of the tables with his father absolutely gobbsmacked.

Not only did his mother just curse, but she knew his colleague.

And Martha pushes her way out of Marvel's grip and levels him with a stern look

"No, before all the mush you tell me exactly what happened. You cant just dissappear on me for 60 years and then pop back up looking exactly like your father and not a day older than when I last saw 'im"

Captain smiles a little bit

"Gods its good to hear ya' Mars. It's Fawcett y'know? Sivana was tryin' one a' his inventions, combinin' all sorts of nonsense and ended up releasing a bomb that locked everyone in the town and stuck at the same age, I only just broke out last year. I figured everyone I knew was dead"

"The same age? But then how-"

Marvel cuts her off with a twinkle in his eye "magic, ill give ya the full scoop later"

Marvel finally looks over to the table to see both Jonathan and Clark staring slackjawed at the bith of em

"Flies boys" Martha says the same time as Billy chimes in with a "catching flies there?"

Sharing a small smirk between them.

"By jove, is this that boyfriend you were telling me about?"

"Husband now, of nearly 50 years"

"Well you sure know how to pick em, or shape them up I suppose"

"He didn't need all that much shaping" Martha chimes as she walks over to close her husband's mouth, clicking his teeth together softly.

"Wait...this is Billy? Like the Billy? From your hometown?"

"Same exact one it seems"

And yknow, of course being a fawcittizen helps mighty well when a child falls outta the sky and can suddenly lift trucks, fire lasers out his eyes, and freeze ya crops with a breath

This is my first story on Tumblr, so let’s hope this works out.

It was an early Friday morning. School had been cancelled the night before, so no one had to rush around to get ready for class. For once, everything was quiet.

No screaming, no fighting, no pranks.

Everything was peaceful, and Bruce Wayne almost seemed to relax at the realization, sinking further into point of calm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The warmth of his loving wife, former thief Catwoman now a loving wife and stepmom to six, drew Bruce to lay in bed longer, all his worries flying out the window. A low, rumbling hum vibrated in his chest as he held Selena Kyle closer, relishing in the peace and safety of his bed.

The peace only lasted until Bruce closed his eyes. It always did.

The adults were quick to sit up when the bedroom door flew open, and they were met with fifteen year old boys in pajamas. They looked panicked as the half-kryptonian boy known as Jon Kent spoke hurriedly.

“Father, we have a problem.”

Maybe it was his tone, but his words made Bruce freeze up, stiff and alarmed. He looked away from the Superboy to his son, still standing by the door, very afraid and wary. It was so strange to see such emotions on the face of Damian Wayne, son of the Batman and grandson to the Demon Head of the League of Assassins. Such emotions sparked some sort of paternal instinct in Bruce that he didn’t even know he had.

Thank god for Selena, Bruce thought as she spoke the word burned into his mind. “What’s going on?”

Dick Grayson, the eldest of the Wayne children, always used to tease Bruce for this type of feeling. As he climbed out of bed to confront his son and his best friend’s own spawn, Bruce recalled exactly what the first Robin called it.

Batdad mode.

“What happened, Damian?”

Jon spoke calmly, uncharacteristically void of the powerful emotions he normally expressed. “Jon and I fought a metahuman in Crime Alley, but he managed to surprise us and use his ability. I woke up in Jon’s body.

Bruce looked at the blue-eyed teen in confusion, putting the pieces together in his suddenly very awake mind. If Damian was in Jon’s body, that would explain why his own son looked so afraid. “Damian,” he started slowly, not exactly sure where he wanted to go with his words. He absolutely needed to tell Clark Kent, though. “Jon, where is your father?”

The green-eyed boy answered quickly. “At home, sir. He and ma are with Connor.” Dami- or… Jon explained, looking at Damian as he fixed his blue Superman pajamas. “This is weird.”

Selena watched the teens while Bruce called the kryptonian hero and his family– the small town, apple pie family, the Kent’s. They were so different from the elusive Wayne family. “So you switched bodies,” Selena glanced between the two. “This is strange.”

“It’s certainly disconcerting, ” Damian agreed, “Jon does not take care of his body like I do.”

“I do in my own way, Damian,” Jon huffed, and the reaction looked so strange on Damian’s face.

The second youngest of the Wayne children, the ever-intelligent Timothy Drake-Wayne, entered the dining room from the kitchen, holding a coffee mug in one hand and his laptop in the other. He immediately noticed the teens as he sat down to do some work on a case he had been working on almost religiously.

“Hey, Tim,"Jon chirped, and he quickly remembered that he looked like Damian. When the young adult gave him a confused look, he added, "It’s Jon. Damian and I switched bodies because of a meta.”

Damian grumbled, and Tim looked at the superboy strangely. He set his mug down, glancing between his brother and the family friend. “That’s weird,” he finally responded, turning his gaze to his case. “How’d it happen?”

“Mind your own business, Drake,” Damian snapped, and Tim made an annoyed face at hearing Jon’s voice sounding so harsh. “Father is handling it already.”

Jon sighed quietly, shaking his head at Damian’s attitude. “Mom and Dad are coming over to see what happened while Bruce has Dick look for the metahuman that did this to us.”

The third Robin hummed, staring at his laptop while his fingers flew across the keys at a speedy pace. “Then he should call the Flash. He deals with metas more than anyone else.” He was quiet for a few moments as his thoughts drifted between his case and the boys. “Metas also originated from Central City, so STAR Labs would be a great place to start looking for answers.”

Damian scowled at Tim, crossing his arms as the elder brother watched those blue eyes glower at him. They started to glow, and something in the eighteen-year-old’s mind told him to duck– he silently thanked Conner Kent for also being half-kryptonian– as he leaned to the side, watching two red lasers fly past his head. Damian blinked rapidly as the lasers disappeared.

Slowly, Tim sat up as Jon looked at the son of Batman. “Damian, did you just-”

Before anyone could patronize him, Damian rose to his feet to leave. “Father has probably already spoken to the rest of the Justice League.” He started for the door, and Jon jumped to his feet, asking where Damian was going as he followed his best friend. “Away, Kent!” Damian responded quickly, sounding angrier than usual with Tim.

The insomniac teen watched the boys leave the dining room, confused as he thought about the predicament they were in.

Jon followed Damian quickly, confused about why his friend was storming off so angrily. He resigned to trailing after his body- which was weird, by the way, to see his own body from the outside… knowing that he had absolutely no control over its movements. “Damian, where are you going?” Jon finally asked, grabbing the other teen by the shoulder.

Cold, cerulean eyes found Jon, and the boy found himself quickly pulling away from his friend. “To see my father for an answer.” He clicked his tongue and kept walking, moving almost silently in the quiet hall. “And maybe to disown Drake.” They stood at the clock as Damian turned the hands and waited for the secret door to open. Together, they entered the Batcave and found the Kent Family talking with Bruce and Selena.

“Jon?” Conner looked at Damian and Jon in confusion. He saw the angry look on his brother’s face and the happiness on the bat son’s, and he looked at his parents, concerned. “They really did switch bodies!” The young man– physically as old as his best friend, Tim– smiled at Jon, ruffling his slightly spiked hair. “This is so weird. Do you still have your powers?”

Damian crossed his arms with a scoff. He looked away, gaze burning into a random cave wall. “Why would he? His body handles the powers. When we switched bodies, his body kept his DNA.” The boy answered Conner with a tone of that was an obvious answer as he looked at the Kent parents, Clark and his beautiful and kind wife named Lois Lane-Kent, and his own father. The recluse spoke quietly to keep the teens from hearing, obviously used to having to speak so even Superman could not hear him sometimes. 

A loud, happy bark pulled Damian’s attention to the big black Great Dane running at him with Goliath the big red dragon-bat following behind. Titus jumped onto his hind to place his front paws on Damian’s shoulders and lick his face all over.

“Do you recognize me, Titus?” Damian wondered, petting his dog that hopped down again. When Titus barked excitedly, Damian knelt down to be closer to his dog.

Jon and Conner watched Damian and his canine best friend. He was… at peace finally, and he looked half as happy as as Jon normally did. Of course, leave it to the many animals of the Batfamily to make Damian look so comfortable in such a hectic situation.

Bruce, Clark, and Lois approached the teens, and Damian stood up. Jon joined his friend’s side as his parents looked between them, settling on their son in Damian’s body.

“Jon,” Clark hesitated. “We decided that it would be safer for you to stay here until Bruce can find who did this to you. Damian is comfortable here and less likely to lose control of his powers, and you need to be close by in case they find him.” Clark placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Behave, Son. We’ll be back soon.”

Jon nodded, green eyes reflecting a love that made his eyes seem just a tad bit lighter. “I love you, Mom, Dad.” The words sounded strange coming from Damian’s mouth, and Bruce looked away, upset that the first time he heard such genuine love from his son came from someone that wasn’t really his son.

Damian saw his father’s buried pain and spoke. “Jon can stay in my room until he leaves as himself.”

The man hesitated before nodding. “Right. Duke, go let Alfred know what’s happening.” He looked at Selena, leaning against the Batcomputer and holding his phone.

She waited until he approached her to speak. “You’ve got a call, Bruce.” Selena handed off the phone and saw her lover grow tense after seeing the name on the screen. Her brown eyes followed Conner as he joined Tim on the floor quickly. 

Tim glanced at Conner quickly. “This is totally crazy, right? I’m not the only one still absolutely confused?” He spoke quietly as his friend sat down, not wanting to catch the attention of the Kents or the teenage boys.

Kon nodded, glancing over Tim’s laptop. “Yeah. So weird knowing my little brother is really your hellspawn.”

Damian sat in his room with Jon, reading a book while Jon was drawing. It was quiet and peaceful for the longest time, just the two boys enjoying each other’s presence. The sunset filtered in through the window, bathing the bedroom in a gorgeous golden glow. The soft snores of Titus, Alfred the cat, and Ace the dog mingled with the boys’ breathing.

The peaceful silence was broken by Jon speaking, Damian’s voice breaching the quiet and bringing a strange look to said teen’s face. “At least you’re finally taller than me,” Jon realized, watching Damian with soft, emerald green eyes.

Robin found himself staring at his own face. The unnatural glimmer in his eyes, the small quirk of his lips, the amused arch of his brow. Even the small scars here and there seemed to not matter when Damian realized that this was Jon who made him look so amused. His nice, olive skin creased with the laugh in the air that pulled him from his little reverie.

Jon paused, watching Damian with concern, his brow pinched as he leaned forward slightly. “Are you okay, Damian?” He wondered. “You look a little… conflicted.”

Thousands of answers ran through Damian’s head as he tried to figure out exactly which one he wanted to stick with. Finally, he decided. A quiet hum left the boy as he looked down at his book before finding the window. “This is strange,” he murmured. “Seeing myself like this.”

“Did you finally see why everyone thinks you’re pretty?” Jon teased, smiling as he saw the flush spreading to Damian’s ears, all the way down to his neck. “This is weird, though. But… I trust your family to fix us.”

“How do you live with such disgusting optimism?” Damian sneered sardonically at his best friend. He clicked his tongue, glancing over to the animals briefly before finding Jon once more.

The superboy laughed at the remark, a weak attempt at a response. “Because Dad always saves the day,” he responded. “You should be more optimistic too, it feels better to be positive… happier.”

Damian didn’t respond, looking down at his book. “I’m going to act like you didn’t just say that,” he finally remarked. He tuned out Jon’s teasing in favor of Jane Austin’s eloquent words of Sanditon. His mind wandered to his half-alien friend, and he paused.

Jon was Jon, but… he looked like Damian. But that didn’t matter because he still was Jon on the inside. He still acted like Jon, talked like Jon, felt like Jon. As strange as it seemed, he still smiled the same way.

There was a knock on the door, pulling Damian from his thoughts once more. The door opened, and Dick smiled slightly at Damian and Jon as he slipped into the room. “B told me why I was looking for that guy.” His piercing blue eyes darted between the two. “I haven’t found him yet, but I came to check on you both.”

“We’re fine,” Damian told his eldest brother. He watched Dick look at Jon– who was busy petting Alfred the cat– with a fondness he always had for Damian. And it almost made Damian feel… jealous that Dick looked at Jon such a way because he looked like Damian. “What is it, Grayson?” He finally pressed.

“Uh… I- okay, this-”

Jon finished, “Is weird, we know.” He looked up at Dick, letting Alfred curl up in his lap. “We’ve heard that a lot today.”

Dick nodded. “How have you guys been handling it?”

Damian shrugged. “We don’t have much of a choice but to ignore it. There’s nothing we can do to reverse it without the metahuman. Jon seems excited about it.”

The happy-go-lucky boy shook his head quickly to defend himself, sitting up straighter in the chair by Damian’s desk. “Not true! This is bad for both of us, Damian. I have friends that want to hang out with me.” The insinuation caused the son of Batman to roll his eyes, obviously not really getting mad.

“I’m sure.”

The former acrobat smiled at the sight of his little brother and his friend, having fun even in their predicament. “Well, I’m going to leave you two alone then. It’s already getting late, don’t forget to go to bed. Bruce says you’re off patrol until you’re back to normal.” Dick hesitated by the door, glancing over Damian in Jon’s body. The amused smile turned loving as he spoke to his brother he often thought of as a son– even though he almost immediately chastised himself for wanting to think that way about the boy. “Alright. Night, Damian. Night, Jon.”

“Goodnight, Dick,” Jon waved to the man.

“Goodnight,” Damian watched his eldest sibling leave the room.

Now, it’s nothing crazy. He’s just speaking his mind and saying random stuff. It’s actually kind of cute how he compliments them in between his word vomit of wherever his mind trails off to.

“I need to finish signing those papers for the marketing team- Diana’s curls look really pretty today- I don’t remember if I ate breakfast- oh, it’s Barry, I love Barry, hi Barry- I need to finish working on those Arrow prototypes for Ollie and sneak them into his base- I have a headache, I wanna take a nap-”

It’s cute, the League likes it. Bruce doesn’t often speak his mind in ways that aren’t points for self-improvement on the field. But hearing that Bruce actually likes it when they crowd into his space and given him physical affection, or that he enjoys Arthur talking about his underwater escapades, or that J’onn is one of the very few people he feels safe with in his mind, and that yes, he was the one to steal Clark’s slice of apple pie and blame it on Hal with no trace of guilt in his voice

He's even initiating his own physical affection. He's always held back under the pretense of being professional and focusing on the world-ending catastrophes always happening, but with his inhibitions gone, he's cuddling into Oliver's side, allowing Hal to hang off his arm, pressing a kiss to Dinah's cheek, nuzzling under Clark's chin like a cat

Then, after a few hours of the League monopolizing Bruce's time and soaking up his affection, Dick walks in to take him home, and Bruce starts crying, really hard. He’s just starts babbling about how much he fucking loves his baby and how he's missed him so much, even though they had breakfast together that morning

With each kid that he sees, he starts crying even harder. They genuinely have to have only one or two of them with him at a time, or he’ll cry so hard that he will throw up. Bruce's face is all puffy, red, and splotchy, but he somehow makes it look cute

Even though Bruce has expressed how he sees them as family, Stephanie, Duke, Barbara, etc., are a little shocked and teary-eyed at how Bruce keeps reiterating how he loves them and points out little changes they've made that no one else has noticed. He points out how Steph has been getting better with her kicks, how Duke slightly changed his cornrow pattern, how Babs changed the cushion in her wheelchair, and how he's secretly been supplying her high-end cushions without her noticing, and so much more for everyone he knows

Jason gets the biggest reaction, which was to be expected, but all of the kids get intense crying sessions, where Bruce word vomits about how much he adores them and how cute they look at the moment

Damian gets the second biggest reaction, where Bruce just cries about how much he wishes he could've seen Damian grow up and how he's so proud of how Damian's grown into such a kind and compassionate little human being.

Damian is the only kid not actually allowed to leave Bruce alone because he will continuously ask about where he is until he sees him again. He's got Damian on his lap, cuddling him closely because he needs to be touching his baby, while the rest of the kids rotate into the room every so often, so Bruce doesn't get sound and start mumbling how he believes he's a horrible person and doesn't deserve any of them

When the spell wears off, Bruce locks himself in his room out of embarrassment for an entire day afterward. He won't take back anything of what he said, but he's so embarrassed that he had no control over his words and actions

Damian, of course, argues against it. He says it’s too risky for people to know their superhero identities are together because someone could use it against them. He also thinks that someone could connect Robin and Superboy dating to Jon and Damian dating and then figure out their secret identities.

Jon shoots this down because people already know that Robin and Superboy are friends and use it against them, so that wouldn’t change. Also, they know plenty of people who are publicly dating as both their superhero and civilian identities and no one has figured any of them out yet.

(Also also, Damian and Jon have a bad habit of making out while on patrol together- usually Jon’s fault- so it’s really only a matter of time before someone sees.)

Jon keeps bringing up these points and pestering Damian until he finally agrees. Jon makes them film all these stupid TikTok’s, and Damian acts all bothered, but he actually starts to like it. Cue Damian filming without Jon knowing and purposely doing things in them that annoy Jon just to ragebait him.

His first video is titled “seeing how loud I have to say my boyfriend’s name before he shows up.” All Damian has to do is whisper and Jon’s there, super worried because why would Damian have to whisper unless he can’t speak freely for some reason? The internet loses their shit over it since the video makes it obvious that Jon is always listening for Damian and is very protective over him.

He has another one called “how long will it take my boyfriend to use his x-ray vision on me if I pretend to be hurt?” Damian sets up the camera and then fakes a slight limp when Jon shows up for patrol. Jon’s eyes immediately get unfocused and a second later he’s asking why Damian’s limping if nothing’s broken? Damian laughs and looks at the camera, which Jon then notices, and he starts yelling because “that’s not funny, D, I thought you were hurt!”

His most popular video is actually a series of videos where he just throws himself off of things and times how long it takes Jon to catch him. Sometimes Jon’s already with him, sometimes he’s not. Sometimes Damian calls for Jon, sometimes he doesn’t. No matter what, Jon always shows up and catches him in record time. The internet absolutely adores them.

So Billy Batson being able to transform into a grown man and being entrusted to literally carry the world on his shoulders goes hand to hand with themes of adultification. He literally works for gods and works with and KEEPS UP with the adult grown up team of the Justice League!!!

You know what job ties perfectly into the theme of adultification and growing up too fast, being a child star!!! Maybe he started off as whiz kid and was a local celebrity before being discovered and now he does things on social media and has his own show.