Who we are... (Damian Wayne and Jon Kent FanFic)

Chapter 6: Split

A/N! I'm going to start doing Third person view. It will be third person when a POV isn't stated/said.

Damian watched as Jon turned around to say something but didn't get the chance since the door was slammed shut. He looked up to see his father standing directly next to the front door. Damian stared at his father with hatred and a glint on confusion, he wasn't happy. This truly affected him.

Bruce, on the other hand, wasn't affected at all. He actually didn't care about what happened, he could hold a grudge for a long time and he would feel fine about it. He looked down at his son. Bruce could tell that Damian wasn't happy with him but he could also tell that he was unsure of what happened.

"Damian--" Bruce began to say but was interrupted when he saw Damian make his way upstairs.

Bruce didn't understand why his son was acting like that. He stood in the same spot for an extra 10 minutes thinking, that was until Alfred noticed and began to approach Bruce.

"Master Bruce?" This made Bruce's vision shoot towards Alfred.

"Yes Alfred?" He finally said after staring for a long while.

"May I ask why you have been standing here, staring into the distance for quite some time" Alfred said obviously concerned about his 'master', this made Bruce sigh as he walked into the kitchen with Alfred following.

"It's Damian" Bruce finally said, sighing once again.

"Do you have any idea why he is being like this?" Alfred asked. He really wanted everyone in the manor to get along.

"It happened right after Clark and I had an argument and he left with Jon" Bruce answered while taking a seat at the table.

"I understand. Master Damian is probably upset because he feels as if  his only friend, apart from Colin, is no longer aloud to see him" Alfred hit the nail on the head there, he was 99% correct.

"I should go speak with him" Bruce says as he arises out of his seat.

(Meanwhile in Damian's bedroom)

Damian opened the door to his bedroom and approached the bed. He sat down, starting to think of a way to see Jon, or a way to out wit his father.

20 minutes later Damian hears a knock at his door. He ignores it and stays in the same position. Another knock appears after a few seconds of silence. Eventually someone spoke, and that someone was Bruce.

"Damian? I'm coming in" he said as the door began to open.

Damian was laying on his bed, and as soon as his father entered he got up and didn't make any eye contact.

"Damian--" Bruce began but was once again interrupted.

"I heard everything" Damian says, still not making eye contact.

"Excuse me?" Bruce asked, he wasn't really listening.

"I said I heard everything that happened in the bat cave, and so did Jon. So you don't need to lie about what happened" Damian replied, turning around to face his father.

Bruce sighed, he knew what was coming next.

"Superman doesn't like me, no one likes me" Bruce had never seen his son act like this, it obviously really affected him.

"You know---" Bruce began, but was once again interrupted.

"Jon was one of my only frie--" Damian began but didn't want to sound sentimental. "He was the only one who understood me"

Bruce sat down on the bed and motioned for Damian to join him, so he did.

No words were exchanged for a few minutes.

"I think it's best if you don't see Jon" Bruce said, breaking the silence.

"What!" Damian said, shocked while standing up.

"I said, I think it's best if you don't see Jon" Bruce says once again before he got up himself and exited the room.

(With Clark and Jon as they have arrived back in Metropolis)

Jon walked the remainder of the way home next to his father. No words were exchanged. Jon could tell his father was angry and he didn't want to make it worse by saying something stupid.

"I don't want you to see Damian at all Jon" Clark said breaking the silence.

Jon didn't say anything to reply with. He was a good kid and respected what his mother and father said, but this time was different. Damian was pretty much the only person who knew his differences, and was a similar age.

They arrived home around 2pm. Jon went to his room and Clark sat at the kitchen table continuing to read his paper.

One hour later Lois returned home from work. She opened the door and Jon came running into her arms.

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Hours passed, and it was bedtime. Jon climbed into his bed and kissed goodnight to both his parents.

Not too long after he attempted to get to sleep he heard a knock from the window. At first he ignored it, thinking it was the wind.

He heard it again and decided to approach the window to look.

To be continued...