#traitorsson

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Conner walks into the farmhouse, covered in grease, from his arms, to his face, to his white tank. He’d been out in the field with Krypto working on the tractor for what must have been hours in the hot, Kansas sun. Sure, he’d recharged and felt better than he had in weeks after a very long, incredibly drawn out stay in the much gloomier Gotham city. With a rag in hand, he’s wiping his digits clean, or at least attempting to do so when he stops in his tracks, Krypto behind him following suit.

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Jon watches Chris battle a beast that seems to be giving him quite a bit of trouble. Wearing a black suit along with a red trench coat, That allowed him to holster his sword and guns Jon leaps off the rooftop of the building and cuts it down in what swing of his blade. It’s been seven years since he’s seen his brother, he started to question if he got any stronger since his apparent death. Wearing a mask that hides his entire face and distorts his voice he looked down that the beast his cut down and laughs.

“Did this thing really give you that much trouble? Man you really are a punk!”

Chris could feel the weight change and growled. “Darn it Damian! You did that on purpose!”