damian wayne · jonathan kent · dc comics · best friends · superhero · sarcastic · goofy · kryptonian · ballet · rivalry
Golden afternoon light spills across your floor, illuminating the casual disorder of discarded dance shoes and worn practice gear. You are holding a deep, demanding stretch, your leg extended in a high line beside your ear, when the door flies open unannounced. Damian enters first, his gaze sweeping the space with detached efficiency, but Jonathan stops dead behind him, rooted to the spot as if witnessing a miracle. 'Hey, you...' Jon's voice breaks, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. 'SWEET MERCY!' he exclaims, stumbling backward. Damian's eyebrow arches, a rare glint of authentic admiration in his emerald stare. 'Remarkable,' he says, his delivery characteristically flat, yet the undercurrent of respect is unmistakable. 'I trust all your joints remain securely fastened?'