To tame a Demon (english)

Chapter 22: Worst roommate

A mild breeze mixed the musty damp forest air as the first birds already greeted the new day and light mist wove through the tree trunks.

Jon winced a little as a June bug flew against his nose, startling him out of his sleep. Surprised, he looked around.

Foliage graced the damp ground as his fingers roamed over it in confusion before the boy wondered what he was even doing in this forest.

He scratched his head awkwardly as something white crossed his field of vision.

The blue eyes looked at the inscribed bandage covering his arm and as if a switch had flipped, he remembered everything that had happened a few hours ago.

Jon's eyes snapped open in shock at the first rays of sunlight that were already heralding the new day. Desperately, the Kryptonian clasped his hands in his curly hair before stammering anxiously:

"Crap! I've fallen asleep. Oh, God, I'm dead. I'm so dead! Mom is guaranteed to kill me for being out all night. Maybe it's not too late."

Jon stood up and frantically pulled back his sleeve to look at his wristwatch. What he saw only sealed his fate even more. Jons features slipped from his face:

"Half past seven?! Oh God I'm definitely dead!"

He knew that his mother would wake him up at seven at the latest. That definitely blew his cover. Damn, why did he have to be so stupid and fall asleep in this forrest.

Resignedly, Jon slipped his sleeve over his watch again and scratched the back of his neck, resigned to his fate. Well, he was used to getting into trouble by now. Probably a head butt, then a lesson from his angry mother about how wrong his behavior was and that he shouldn't copy anything from Damian, followed by the pitiful attempts of his father to add something and after a few days things probably calmed down.

Jon looked at the inscription 'Thank you partner', which adorned his bandage. The injury must have already healed for the most part because he felt almost no pain anymore.

He just hoped Damian would be okay and knew what he was doing. Even Jon could see the danger his friend was about to put himself in. Not only was Batman now behind him, and thus probably the League, but Richard wasn't exactly save either. He had finally experienced this fact on his own body.

But Jon could also worry about Damian's whereabouts later. For now, he should not waste any more time and rather fly home quickly. He could still simply say that he had admired Damian's sword and that it had slipped out of his hand. Then he fell asleep, where Damian is, no idea, and so on and so forth. He can think up the exact story on his way home.

Jon was about to push himself off the ground when powerful legs hit the forest floor behind him and the boy repeated mentally:

*Please not Dad. Please not Dad!* like a mantra before the deep voice confirmed to him who it was:

"Jonathan!"

Jon turned hesitantly to face his father, and he cursed his luck at that moment. Goodbye well-prepared excuse and hello deep trouble.

Shyly he still tried to save the situation:

"D-Dad what a coincidence. I was just on my way home."

Jon flinched as his father approached him with energetic steps, and the boy was already squinting his eyes in anticipation of a telling off. But to Jon's surprise, there was none. Instead, his father just knelt down and hugged him tightly, saying:

"Thank goodness, you're all right."

Jon's mouth could not form words in confusion. The boy had not expected this reaction at all.