𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 {𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔧𝔬𝔫}

8

"No. I am not going." Damian snapped.

"Yes, you are," Dick grunted as he tried to push Damian into the car. 

Meanwhile, Connor was trying to persuade Jon to get on board with the stakeout. And the car.

"He's not that mad at you!" Connor tried. 

"He is!" Jon wailed as he flew just out of Connor's reach, "He won't even look at me!"

"That's because he thinks you're mad!" Connor tensed his leg muscles and jumped, grabbing hold of Jon's leg, and pulling him down. Jon thrashed around but there was nothing to be done.

At the same time, Damian gave in and was sitting in the car. Jon reluctantly took the shotgun seat of the car, next to Damian.

Connor and Dick waved and smiled at them as they drove off, like overprotective parents sending their kids to kindergarten.

"I hope this works," Dick whispered to Connor.

"Same," Connor watched the two kids go.

~*~

The pair drove in silence. The weather forecast was playing on the radio.

Jon glanced at Damian as he switched it off and turned on the music. Instantly, heavy metal blasted from the speakers, and the heroes winced as their ears started ringing.

Damian changed the music again, changing it from Jason's music to Alfred's. After listening to classical music for about 5 seconds, the music changed into Dick's. At first, it was fine, until the song Vanilla Twilight by Owl City came on.

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my fingers and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly.

Damian instantly winced and slammed his hand on a button, shutting the music.

Now they drove in awkward silence.

Jon didn't like the lack of conversation, so he tried to start one.

"Where are we going?" the Kryptonian didn't meet Damian's eyes, afraid he would see irritation and anger.

"Smalltown," Damian replied, keeping his eyes on the road, "a suspect is living in a shabby apartment there. Grayson says we have to do a stakeout."

"Oh," Jon was disappointed. Stakeouts took very long and Smalltown was a few hours drive from Gotham. 

"You should sleep," Damian said bluntly, "It's going to be a long ride."

Jon murmured in agreement. He closed his eyes, and darkness crashed down.