Jonathan you absolute legend

ITS THEM

Lowkey scared about possible Bi Bruce after what happened when Jon came out. It wasn’t even Clark and yet they still threw a fit so imagine the chaos if the staple of DC ends up being bi.

Jon, after having nightmare: Dami, if one day I accidentally become a potato, will you still be my friend?

Damian: What makes you think that your my friend in the first place?

Jon:

Jon, flying back to Metropolis while crying: You’re a meanie!

Not Him

Summery: Damian might be the tiniest bit insecure and maybe just a little jealous too.

or, in which Tim’s half brother and Dana Winters’s son is discovered in Bludhaven and Damian feels his place as Tim’s only little brother being threatened.

Damian was not jealous. Damian Wayne, son of Batman, the heir to Wayne Enterprise, the greatest of Robins and the hero of Gotham was not jealous of the sniveling pathetic child currently busy clinging to Drake’s leg.

He was not.

No matter what Jon teasingly implied. No matter how much the thought of Drake referring to this intruder as family made his hands twitch towards the hidden blade in his sleeve, Damian was not jealous and it was preposterous that he’d even contemplated the idea in the first place.

No, Jon was just getting into his head and it would be wise to ignore his buffoon of a friend and focus on the real issue at hand. Namely this intruder who’d been let into his home, his household on the flimsy reason that he shared blood with Drake. As if Drake’s commoner blood in any way should grant such favours.

Gripping the banister tight enough to make his knuckles creak, Damian gritted his teeth.

Warren Winters, son of Dana Winters and half brother of one Timothy Jackson Drake.

He’d been discovered by fluke of unfortunate (to Damian) circumstance at a Bludhaven orphanage by Richard, as his older brother was investigating a break in into said orphanage and found the child during his digging into the files of the occupants of the shabby little home.

Who even broke into an orphanage? For what gain? To saddle Damian with the misfortune of sharing a home; even if temporary, with Drake’s sniveling half-brother?

Briefly Damian took the time to wish the Rainy-Sunset orphanage’s criminal nothing but twice the misfortune they’d bestowed upon Damian himself.

“Dami,” Richard suddenly called out, having turned around and spotted him atop the stairs. “Come say hi! Timmy brought his baby brother over to see us, isn’t that exciting!”

Damian didn’t know why the phrase ‘baby brother’ made him flinch, but he violently suppressed any other outward revealing glimmer into what he actually thought of the intruder and instead chose to give Drake a stiff nod, from where other stood by the entrance to the hall; two suitcases in hand, and another similar nod to Richard before he turned his back to them. “I am busy,” he said loudly, voice firm as steel and polite as the most refined of elites. “But I wish Drake’s companion the best of welcomes to our home.” And with that he hastened away; making sure not to rush his steps but doing his best to put as much distance between himself and the unwelcomed brat as quickly as possible; ignoring Richard’s surprised callbacks.

When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him and threw himself atop of his covers, blindingly reaching for his phone by the bedside as his face was currently buried in his pillow. Jon picked up after the second ring.

“Have you met him yet?”

Damian growled low into the pillow. “Can we not talk about him,” he muttered.

“If you didn’t want to talk or complain about him you wouldn’t have called me,” Jon cheerfully retorted. “Now tell me, did you meet him? How was he? Is he as stoic as Tim or is he more like his mom…. Um, however she was.”

“I don’t know,” Damian snapped. “I didn’t talk to him. He was clinging to Drake and crying like an oversensitive brat so I chose to walk away before I ended up strangling him.”

“Wo,” Jon’s voice came over the phone. “You really are jealous.

“I’m not,” Damian hissed, rolling onto his side and glaring at the phone for good measure. “Stop prattling nonsense.”

“Dude,” Jon said, “If you weren’t jealous of Tim’s new baby bro you wouldn’t be whining about him so much. Like you hate him, a lot, that isn’t normal unless you have personal feelings invested into this little fella.”

“You know very well how capable I am of hating those inferior to me.”

“Not like this.”

“Jon,” Damian said, voice dripping with warning. “Drop it.”

There was a pause and then a sigh. “Fine,” his friend muttered. “I will.”

“Good.”

A pause, then, “Wanna come visit this weekend?”

Damian closed his eyes for a second, relaxing into his bed and allowing himself a moment to just breathe. “You cannot trick me into attending your classmate’s birthday Jon. I remember that it is this weekend.”

“Seriously?” Came Jon’s surprised tone. “I told you about it weeks ago, how do you even remember? Actually,” he cut himself off before Damian could reward him with a snarky comeback. “I don’t even care. Just come visit. We don’t have to go to Emelie’s birthday. We could just hang out at home.”

Damian hummed softly. It would be nice to get away from everything for a while and surely Richard couldn’t fault him for visiting a friend.

“Will the clone be there?” He finally asked.

“The clone has a name,” Jon answered back lightly but Damian having known him for years could instantly detect the frost behind his tone. Jon had apparently grown rather protective off the clone over the years and did not appreciate the way Damian often addressed him.

“Will Kon-El be there,” Damian allowed himself to concede, just this once and from the way Jon’s voice lifted up in appreciation, perhaps it was a point worth conceding.

“No,” Jon said. “He’ll be covering Tim’s shift at the Tower so he won’t be around so you have no excuse to skip out on me man.”

“Very well,” Damian said, not really having planned to argue against Jon today; especially if a trip to the Kent farm meant getting away from Wayne manor. “I will come. I only need to communicate my plans to Richard and I will see you the day after tomorrow.”

There was a significant silence that fell over them then, Jon clearly mulling over something and yet being unwilling to share his thoughts with Damian. The youngest Wayne gave him the time to compose his thoughts but when nearly three minutes had passed in utter silence, he coughed loudly and glared at his phone as if Jon could see him through it. “What is it?”

It was obvious the sudden interruption had startled Jon for there was a clatter and a yelp, some rustling and then Jon was back on the phone. “Sorry,” he breathed. “You caught me a little of guard there.”

“I realized,” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms behind his head and staring daggers at the ceiling. “What has your mind so occupied?”

Jon was quiet for a bit and Damian had started to contemplate interrupting his thoughts again when his friend finally spoke up. “Maybe you should stay and bond with the kid? I don’t want to take you away from—”

“Are you kidding me,” Damian snapped, sitting up quickly and reaching for his phone. “You suggested this trip and now you’re backing out because you’re feeling guilty that you’re helping me avoid the bratling?”

“I know, I know,” his best friend whined over the phone. “I just don’t want to get in the way of your family. Like what if the kid stays—”

“Absolutely not.”

“I don’t mean with the Wayne family. But if Tim—”

“No,” Damian snapped; voice much louder than he’d expected. “Drake will not foster that child!”

“Dems, come on man, be reasonable. The kid is his only family left of course he might want to take him in.”

“Drake does not require extra family,” Damian said, fingers tightening around the phone. “He has us. Besides,” he added, forcing his voice to even out despite being aware how much Jon already knew this entire situation bothered him. “Drake is only 20 years of age. He cannot possibly raise a child. No, it is best the child is given to a family that can take care of him, far away from Gotham.”

A long pause, then-

“Dude,” Jon said. “Jealousy does not look good on you.”

“I am not jealous!”

The End