#sonsuper

Lex knew that not every visit from Jon would be lighthearted, but the last few messages he had gotten from him had been a touch worrying, not only that but he was late, he usually wasn’t so couldn’t help but be concerned about his well being. 

“Alright, you’re Damian’s best friend. I need an idea of what to get him for Christmas. I’m thinking about doing a whole sketch book set. New art supplies and everything but I want to do something else too.” She mused as she tapped her pencil to her chin. “You gotta any ideas?”

               WITH THE CHORES done, and a little bit of time before he had to get ready for work, Clark made his way to the barn. It hadn’t taken long at all to realize that his favorite place in the farm had become someone else’s as well. He climbed the stairs to the loft, grinning at the scruff of dark hair he saw as he crested the steps. 

❝ god won’t let me die. ❞ @sonsuper​ 

                 “ wow, okay, so good day i take it. “        dick laughs, moving from his kitchen to the couch in the living room. when exactly dick’s apartment became a through house for weary and tired superheroes, he’ll never know, but he quite likes the company. judging by the expression on the young super’s face, the slump to his shoulders, and   (yes he IS the son of a detective, thank you for noticing)    his words, dick is going to assume something went down.         “ wanna talk about it? i’ve been told i’m a pretty good listener. “

        ❛ jonathan samuel kent, would you care to explain why there are two scorch marks on the carpet in the living room? ❜

@sonsuper ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Ace tolerates only two dogs. Krypto who is his best friend and he can’t physically harm even after years of trying, and Titus who is his honorary son and by the time he comes around Ace is past his fighting or roaming days.