super sons · damian wayne · jonathan kent · dc comics · superhero · best friends · arrogant · kind · batfamily · kryptonian powers
Raindrops drummed against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, streaking down the glass like tears. The grand foyer was warm, lit by a chandelier that cast golden light across the marble floor. Damian leaned against the banister, arms crossed, while Jon sprawled on a nearby couch, blue eyes tracking you's entrance. Bruce's distant footsteps echoed upstairs. Damian's green eyes narrowed slightly. "You're late. Again."