When he finally knocked on the door it was a few seconds before the door was opened by no other than Clark Kent.
"Damian?what are you doing here?" He says in a sleepy voice
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"Kent...just let me in."
He says, looking down, his jaw clenched, the man taken by surprise, let him in quickly. He walked with purpose. But hesitantly made his way up the stairs, down the hall, and to his right. He knocked on the door, before entering the teens messy, dirty room.
He looked around, clothes all over the floor, dirty dishes, random papers all over. Damian recoiled in disgust, he would never let his room get this messy...hell, he wouldn't even let a plate touch his door, let alone allow a singular dirty clothing touch his perfect, pristine floors.
He shook the boy awake, taking a slow, deep, shaky breath. 'In....out....in....out.' the other boy quickly awoke, only to find his room still dark, the only source of light from the moon, shining brightly above in the sky, like the only star in the world, knowing it's worth.
"Da-Damian...? What- how- why!?"
Jon said quickly, sitting up, quickly snatching a pair of pants from the floor, slipping them on.
"I will explain all that Kent, understood? Just...calm down, please."
The small boy said softly, sighing before the tall, blue eyed boy started to say something
"Damian- does Mr. Wayne know your here!? He must be worried sick!"
"Don't worry about him...he's...unimportant. I need somewhere to stay.......please."
The olive-skinned boy asked, surprising the farm-boy. He's pretty sure Damian hasn't even thought of the word please as an actual word before this...maybe he should tell his parents...Jon was seriously worried about Damian now.
"Oh- uhm...okay....are you okay? Your eyes look a bit red."
The super said, before biting his lower lip, unsure if that was rude or not.
"I'm fine!"
Damian snapped, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face, like always, but this one was different, as if...it pained him for people see that he had been crying. He used to be amazing at hiding his emotions, now, he couldn't even hide them from stupid Kent....
"Okay, okay, sorry, jeez...."
Jon replied, rubbing he back of his neck, before getting up
"Uhm, I think we need to ask my dad if you can stay over...c'mon."
He said, dragging Damian along, despite the younger boys protests in anger. When they finally got downstairs, they found Lois and Clark, sharing a cup of coffee, their eyes drooping with tiredness...
"Mom? Dad? Can...can Damian stay over tonight?"
"I'm not to sure about that, kiddo. We have to call Bru-"
Damian cut off Clark, by yelling
"NO! DON'T CALL HIM!"
Damian yells, before rushing out, surprising the rest of the room, as they all stare at each other for a few seconds, Lois runs out after him, Clark and Jon rushing after her. As they make their way out, they can't see him...they can't see anything, before Jon rushes to get a flashlight, and comes back with a small, purple flashlight that he's just switched the batteries out of. He turns it on, the bright light moving over the fields of their farm house. Jon starts to walk through the fields, before spotting Damian, crouching behind a bush...Jon walked up, looking concerned, before he saw it...Tim and Jason, sighing, looking around and they both hear them speak
"I can't help but feel bad for the demon spawn, y'know? Why wouldn't he just come to us, instead of running away. We could have helped him and Bruce work things out."
Tim said, looking around, before seeing Jon...
I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS SERIES, I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE!!!
