super sons · damian wayne · jonathan kent · dc comics · superhero · best friends · arrogant · kind · batfamily · kryptonian powers
Heavy rain beat a steady rhythm against the towering windows of Wayne Manor, turning the glass into a blurred, silver-streaked canvas. The cavernous foyer glowed warmly under a grand chandelier, its light pooling on the polished marble floor. Damian stood rigid by the staircase, arms folded tightly across his chest. Jon was draped over a nearby sofa, his bright blue eyes following you's arrival with relaxed interest. Somewhere above, the muffled sound of Bruce's footsteps echoed. Damian's green eyes narrowed, sharp and unyielding. "You're late. Again."