- throws sweaty towels in Tim and Damian’s face after working out
- taking Tim and Duke to Wendy’s at 3am
- walks into Damian’s room without knocking and just makes himself at home
-turns off Tim’s iPad while he’s doing something
- the cool older brother lectures that Dick can’t pull off.
- “if I ever catch any of you smoking I’m going tie you to the back of the bat plane and take off. Now get in the car we’re getting milkshakes”
- body slams his younger brothers. Which seems like innocent fun but remember hes like 200 lbs of muscle so it always gets him yelled at by Alfred, Bruce and Dick
- crashes Tim’s dates
- set up a double date FOR Tim and Kon and Damian and Jon
- Damian went screaming and crying to Bruce that Jason was interfering in his personal life
Sometimes we tend to forget who got the super powers in this wonder duo relationship. Mr. Jonathan “I punch through walls, shoot red hot lasers out of my eyes, and explode like a nuclear bomb when I get super emotional” Lane Kent. XD Oh! And I made another contribution to my #SunshineBoyAU with the introduction of my #DewDropBoyAU Damian! (^v^) Planning to put them together in one whole AU with sort-of an actual plot one day, so look forward to it! Also, a surprise character have come to grace my account for the very first time. Just keep on reading! =D
“It’s a Supers thing.” Happy spooky month, everyone! I nearly missed this cause I was supposed to be finishing a Bat Brothers animatic, but ran out of time, so I drew this just now in godspeed mode once I got home from a family trip! You can even see that its the same format for Damian as one of my old art and that’s sort of embarassing. To make up for it, I experimented on colors a bit more, what do you guys think?
I have problems with the newly revealed bisexual Jon dating a new character in the #Superman comics, and this is why I believe it should’ve been #DamianWayne.#dccomics
Hey guys! I contributed this fic to the Summer Lovin DamiJon fanzine and I hope that you will support it. I would like to show you a sample of my contribution in the attached pic. More info @SummerOfSupers (Twitter) and link to preorders at https://gumroad.com/summerlovin#supersons
You’ll see me with a bucket of popcorn on a floatie on the tears of JonDami/DamiJon fans, TimKon fans, and folks who wanted Tim and Jon to sorely pop pussy forever.
Damian brought it up unexpectedly, eyes still trained on the security camera he was dismantling.
“What?” Jon was sifting through the footage, using superspeed to catch every little detail of last night, but at Damian’s voice, he paused the recording and looked up.
Damian was still digging inside the camera, having removed the back panel and a good chunk of wires, and was now sifting through the piece of tech with a pair of tweezers. Nonetheless, he continued the conversation. “A name. You’re not going to be Superboy forever, are you?”
“Um,” Jon could honestly say he’d never thought about it. He’d always been Superboy, ever since he could remember. He wasn’t one to place much thought into birthrights or heritage, not like Damian, but he also wasn’t overlooking the fact that his father was Superman. What exactly did that make him? Superboy was the obvious answer. “I don’t think I can be anything else, Damian.”
“You have an older brother who also goes by Superboy.”
Jon shrugged. “We share.”
“Still. You’re graduating high school in just a few months, Jon. Though it’s surprising to say, you’ve outgrown the title.”
Jon’s lips instantly turned upward in a smirk. “I’ve outgrown the title, huh?”
At that, Damian turned to glare at him. Pointing a finger, he said, “I will taze you. Shut up.”
“Whatever you say, short stack.” Jon chuckled at Damian’s little growl. “But honestly, what else am I supposed to be? Everyone knows me as ‘Superman’s Son.’ I mean, Dad’s name is so bigin the League, I don’t think I’ll ever separate myself from it.” And if he was honest, Jon didn’t know if he wantedto separate himself from it.
Damian hummed. “Not true. Look at Richard.”
“Dick? What about him?”
“Well,” Damian paused to move the tweezers to his other hand, “Richard started out as the first child hero, working under Batman. And unlike the other early proteges, he didn’t simply work as his mentor’s sidekick. He created his own legacy. And then he became Nightwing.”
“But Nightwing was already a thing,” Jon pointed out. “It’s a Kryptonian legend.”
“Yes, but there hasn’t actually been a Nightwing, has there? Even if there was one on Krypton, Richard was the first Nightwing on Earth. You wouldn’t call him a sidekick, would you?”
“What, no!” Jon’s reaction was immediate. “Nightwing’s, like, one of the most well-known guys out there. Literally everyone knows him, and literally everyone trusts him. He’s not a sidekick.”
Damian turned to smile at him. “Some would say he was. Do you understand my point?”
Jon pouted, took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, I’m not even sure how to go about doing that.”
“Well, to start off, find a new name.” Damian hunched over the camera even more, suddenly focusing in on something.
“I guess so. You got any ideas?” At Damian’s lack of response, Jon asked again, “Damian?”
Damian straightened, holding up the tweezers. Clasped tightly between the tongs was a miniscule data chip. “Here’sthe footage we’re looking for.”
Jon stared at him, eyes wide. “How did you even know that was there?”
Damian shrugged. “Simple matter of deductive reasoning.”
“Tim told you, didn’t he.”
A pause. Then, “Drake may have mentioned a while back that a certain trafficking ring was hiding the data chips inside the cameras, and that others were catching on to the trick. I simply tested out his theory.” Damian looked physically pained, and Jon laughed.
“Cool. Put it in, I’ll look through the footage.”
Damian handed the chip over, then laced his his fingers together, put his arms above his head to stretch. Jon, still holding the chip, stared at the line of Damian’s muscles. When Damian quirked an eyebrow, Jon quickly cleared his throat and took the old data chip out of the computer, replacing it with the new one. “So, any ideas?”
“For your name? A couple,” Damian said. “Of course, you need to have an idea for what you’re thinking of.”
Jon nodded absently, pressing rewind on the footage. “I’m not sure if I want to separate from the Super name entirely, though.”
“You don’t want to, or are you scared to?”
Jon snorted. “You probably know the answer to that better than I do. I think I got a name, it’s on the side of the truck.” He zoomed into the footage. “Yeah, it looks we were right. The pharmaceutical company’s related somehow. There’s that stupid gremlin looking thing again.’
“The griffin?” Damian asked, peering over his shoulder. He made a contemplative noise, brows furrowed
“Is that what that thing’s called? Looks like a half drowned bird.”
Damian laughed, and batted Jon’s hands aside. “That’s not what an actual griffin looks like. Here.” He pulled up a couple pictures on his phone.
Jon swiped through a couple pictures, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, those are a lot more impressive. What are they though?”
“Mythological creatures from a variety of different places. They have the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. They’re quite majestic.”
Jon squinted his eyes at him. “You’re implying something. I know you’re implying something.”
In response, Damian nodded his head towards the phone.
“What?” Jon asked.
“Griffin! It’s a perfect name.”
Jon raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Oh yeah. Because I’m part cat and part bird. Perfect analogy.”
Damian slapped his hand lightly. “No, you moron. It doesn’t have anything to do with the eagle or the lion.”
“Then?”
“Your dual heritage.” At Jon’s uncomprehensive look, Damian sighed. “You’re half-Kryptonian, half-human. And it shows. When you fight, you’re fierce and unafraid, much like your father. At the same time, though, you’re endlessly curious and inquisitive, like your mother. God knows I’ve been on the end of that far too often.”
“Oh. That, huh. That actually makes sense.”
Damian shrugged. “I’m just saying. It would be a good homage to your roots, and you’re honoring your parents, without being too overt.”
Jon looked down at the phone again. The lion part was strong, muscled, steady. The bird’s head was curved and fierce, wings spread majestically.
Synopsis: Jon just wanted to have a Christmas party with Damian. But he gets way more than he signed up for when Damian invites him to the Wayne Foundation Holiday Gala. Jon feels out of place and he can’t get a single moment alone with Damian.
Author’s notes: Hi HI! I wanted to do a damijon fic in time for Christmas, but I was fresh out of good ideas, and originally I had this way longer epic story planned with them on a mission on a mountain trying to save some captive children….but yeah that didn’t work out so well cuz my ideas ran out.
But then in a single day, I had this cool idea for a party and yeah, now it’s this fic! I hope you like it! Tell me what you think! And most of all, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
HAHA OK THERE WAS A HUGE MESS OF TYPOS NEAR THE END AND I’M DYING >< (i fixed them, but for the sake of my sanity, please tell me if you spot any more screwups XD)
half the reason i’m excited for damian and jon going to the same school is bc it’s the school au that i thought would never be canon
the other half is bc of that one tweet where someone admitted to being unable to process their crush and instead left them a note in their locker that said “get out of my school”
Prophet!Damian who knows how Hero!Jon is destined to die, and tries to stop it
Me: dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit
Also me: and then he dies in Jon’s place so that the world wouldn’t lose Jon
.
.
.
Also they lived a past life together and Dami remembers their love, and Jon doesn’t until Dami’s death so now he has to live with constant memories of a happiness no longer his and forever what-if’s
