I Love You Dami

More to the plot

"shit someone's coming," Damian was still on his knees, cock out and cum leaking out the side of his mouth, Jon was just admiring the boy's pretty face when he heard someone say they were going to talk to Damian and started walking towards them. Quickly getting up Damian wiped the side of his mouth while Jon pulled up his jeans over his still rock hard cock, trying to hide it under his waistband.
They were both hard and Damian's hair was a mess at the point Nightwing walked in, still in a somewhat damaged costume, that had a number of cuts and burns on it missing only his mask. He paused a moment before speaking almost like he was solving some sort of puzzle while looking between the two of them. He smiled slightly before speaking "Hey little D, this your friend Alfred mentioned? Hi I'm Dick, Nightwing." He offered his hand and Jon shook it. "Hey, I'm Jon, Superboy, the other Superboy."
"Kon mentioned you, said you're pretty damn strong, so you two fought one of them in metropolis" he wandered over to the dummy with the birdarang in it pushing it with his finger before letting go and making it wobble side to side. "Did you learn much? I heard Bruce kinda lost it."
"Yeah, they're good and have a lot of resources and planning specific to their targets, they had weapons to target superboy's heat vision and sensitive hearing, kryptonite to attack bizarro and this." He threw the disc to Nightwing who was now by the window, he caught it without looking and immediately began to inspect it.
"You shown this to Bruce? This is very advanced, Its not exactly my speciality but id say this is more advanced than most earth tech." He tossed it back and looked out the window towards the city, "not yet I was going to go down to the cave and show him in a minute"
"Ok, you know maybe we do have a reason to be worried and this isn't your usual supervillain team up, and Bruce isn't just pissed at his building getting wrecked.

Nightwing turned back towards them "anyway I'll see you later I got to get ready for this meeting, nice meeting you Jon, see you little D."
"See ya."
"You know I hate that nickname Grayson."
Nightwing smiled as he left "I know."

"For fuck sake."
"What is it dami?"
"He knows." Damian rubbed his eyes with his fingers
"What do you mean he knows."
"He figured out something happened the moment he walked in." Damian sighed leaning back in defeat
"Ah well he didn't say anything and I doubt he'd tell your dad, little D."
Damian scowled at him "don't you dare."
"Why not? It fits."
"I hate you."

Damian walked into the cave, and saw his dad at the bat computer, staring at a number of videos of the various attacks. "Father, I..."
"Damian," he paused his screens and turned to face his son taking him aback for a moment. "I want to apologize for earlier, that wasn't a fair reaction , I was putting a lot on you which isn't fair especially considering your age. It's natural you'd want to be involved and help. I'm sorry I overreacted about it the way I did, I'll be meeting with the league shortly as this is a more serious situation. Tonight I need you to deal with a meeting involving the condiment king but you need to be careful as he could be planning something serious. What did ....." Damian stormed away, confusing Bruce who thought he did well.

Damian brushed past Nightwing while scowling knocking into him. He headed upstairs and went into his room where Jon was waiting.
"How did it go?"
Damian answered with a glare
"That bad?"
He kicked the training dummy and sent it flying into a wall.
"He gave us an assignment for tonight."
"Hey that's good right? It means he trusts us and if we do well then..." Jon walked towards him
"Condiment king."
"What?"
"Tonight he wants us to break up a meeting by the condiment king." His breathing was heavy and laboured for a moment and he was shaking before he inhaled deeply and smiled, pulling out a small usb and plugging it into a laptop on his desk. "Present from Dick." He explained as a view of the Justice league meeting hall opened.
"Why does he have this?"
"I don't know, maybe he doesn't trust them or something, doesn't matter. What matters is that we have it." He paused a moment with a finger to his lips "the meeting has started yet and we're going to be expected to stop the condiment king once it's dark then they'll want use back here in time for school tomorrow." He looked out the window. "Get ready we're going out. we'll stop condiment king a few hours early then we'll gain a few hours head start on what ever leads they reveal in the meeting."
"Dami I don't know. Maybe this is a bad idea... Maybe we should trust the league on this. We can still listen to the meeting and then maybe look into anything they might miss but rushing off like this... Rushing a mission while it's still light and they'll see us coming a lot was and then trying to race the Justice League for leads... We're all on the same side aren't we?"
"It's the condiment king, how difficult could it be? Don't you want to prove yourself? Show them that you deserve to be out there just as much as they do?" Damian was already mostly changed, he slid on his cape and was putting on his utility belt. "Look you're welcome to stay here and do nothing, or go home or whatever, I won't hold it against you and it won't change anything about us if you want to be daddy's good little sidekick, but I'm not going to waste my time listening to people who constantly undermine and underestimate me." He pulled his sheathed sword from under ha bed and headed to the window slipping on his small domino mask.

The window was half open when Jon said "wait, okay fine just give me a minute to get ready okay." Damian smiled looking at Jons reflection when the he changed his mind just as predicted. He pulled on his cape and his hoodie which had the classic superman insignia on its chest. Then they headed to the location Bruce sent Damian not long after he stormed out.

Phil wandered around the side of the warehouse. The harbour, why did all the villains always meet at the goddamn docks? The air was so much colder and it just seemed cliche at this point. But hey it's easy money to pretty much just stand around and hold a scary gun that made him feel good and safe, although the GCPD didn't exactly do much when half the gangs in Gotham had paid off most of the officers. Pretty much only that fucktard Gordon and a handful of others really ever caused issues, most of the officers looked the other way. Most of the time at least. Phil was just going through it all in his head while pulling out a cigarette, when he felt cold steel against his neck. "Any sound or movement and I'll cut out your throat, understand."
"Y...yes." he was shaking, all of a sudden his rifle didn't make him feel so safe. "Your heart's beating pretty fast" Superboy floated down Infront of the man "that means your scared, good because I can tell if you lie and my partner here well... Let's just say he doesn't like being lied to."
"So you better tell us exactly what we wanna know okay? Then you can just go about your day how does that sound?" He nodded slowly his breaths deep and heavy. A few moments later Phil was unconscious on the floor. And a mere three minutes after that so we're the rest of the condiment kings guards at the warehouse except the two with him of course.

"Big operation for you king." Damian landed behind him, between the last two remaining guards who he dropped before they could react. "Robin! I was relishing using my new toys on batman but sure, you can have a taste of what I've got." He aimed his Gatling gun sauce cannon at robin and shot ketchup at him that burnt the wall behind him when he dodged. An acidic hiss filled the air followed by maniac laughter "I don't care what upgrades you have, by now all your products are being disintegrated outside and I'm about to kick your ass, so you might aswell tell me who you got all of this from."
"You'll never get my secret recipes!" He held a sauce packet high, aiming it at Robin who growled "Enough!" Throwing a birdarang that slit the packet making it explode into flames that wrapped around the condiment king making him scream in pain before Superboy blew out the flame, as the villain turned to look up at him he was grabbed and thrown with a spin towards robin who seemed to fly towards him with a kick that cracked his ribcage with the sound of a dozen twigs snapping. He hit the ground hard his vision blurry while he reached for his weapon but Superboy pressed his foot against his hand threatening to break it at any second.

The boys shared a glance and a warm, slight and almost sadistic smile crossed Damian's face before he turned back to the villain on the ground and his face hardened again back into the stoney, efficient face of someone who would do almost anything to get their way.
"Answers. Now. Who's helping you?" Moments after the words left Robin's mouth a gunshot rang out. A hole appeared directly on the condiment king's chest as the life was ripped out of his eyes. Superboy Grabbed robin and flew them over to the wall away from any windows before the second shot rang out. After that there weren't any more "That direction do you see anything."
"Deadshot." Jon clenched his fists "he's too far away almost half a mile and he's driving away already, he dropped off the building and got in a car. It's too far I can't see him." Robin didn't reply he simply walked over to the body and began to inspect the gear on it. "Deadshot didn't make these Chemicals, so were they both connected in allegiance with a third party involving deadshot and he was killed to silence him or was this going to happen anyway and we just happened to be here?"
"Maybe we'll learn something from the meeting."
Damian pulled out a tablet " looks like it's starting we should find somewhere safe to watch it."