BOYF RIENDS ONESHOTS

Super sons

Idk the ship name sooo... eh.

no angst. I couldn't do that to my smol Jon
Ps. These characters are from Super sons (a comic). Damian is Batman's son and Jon (Jonathan) is Superman's son.

Jonathan's pov ( a/n my smol baby. Rich you've been replaced. Just kidding, I could never replace him).

After school today I'm going to meet Damian. He might make fun of me, but I know deep down he cares (very deep down). I grab my headphones and turn it to my happy playlist, Sincerely Me is playing. I realize Damian is kinda like Connor (Headcannon). He acts all tough and smart (a/n I'm well aware Connor doesn't act smart) and introverted and mopey, but he's kind at heart and he's really cute (ayyyyyyy).

*Time skip brought to you by the fact I forgot Jons name and kept thinking Jeremy or Micha*

"It's about time." Damian snorted at me. I refuse to let his pessimistic attitude get to me.

"You were waiting for me?" I grin.

"No. Come here, I need your help." I'm surprised that he asked for my help, normally even if he did need my help he wouldn't ask directly (a/n now all I can imagine is Damian as Jons squip help). "I need to get my dad a Father's Day present and I don't know what to get him." I arch an eyebrow.

"That's what you need help with?" I'm suppressing a laugh, a boy that smart should be able to get his dad a Father's Day gift.

"Are you going to help or not." Damian glared at me. I pout.

"Fine, but can I have a cookie?" I plead. Alfred makes the best cookies in the entire world, they're the size of my head and filled with chocolaty goodness.

"After." He growled. (A/n my iPad is at 3% halp) I grin even wider than before. "My dad is extremely picky despite what you may think. I can't get him anything that has to do with work-"

"Why not?"

"I was getting to that. If you'd shut up and listen you'd know. Dick is getting him a work present, and I wanted to get him something different." He so cute aaagh! Just then my phone rang.

'Dear Evan Hansen we've been way to out of touch'

My face went red as I fumbled for my phone. I really don't want him to hear the rest of the ringtone. "I must've pocked dialled you." Damian didn't even try to reach for his phone, or say sorry.

'And I should tell ya that I think of you each night'

Nope. Nope nope nope. I grab my phone, but speedily trying to click the ignore button made me drop my phone.  There's only one thing that can stop him from hearing the next part.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" I let out a blood curdling scream, Damian's going to hate me now.

"What the frick Jon!? That was the loudest thing I've ever heard!" He din't use the word frick. I winced. "Look I'm sorry for swearing. But don't scream like that, geez." My phone had stopped ringing now, which I was very glad for. Also Damian said he was sorry? Heck has frozen over. "Why'd you scream anyways, not that I care." Uh-oh.

"I uhhh....I-I stubbed my toe?" It came off more as a question, he narrows his eyes and looks me up and down. When he sighed and didn't ask any more questions about it I knew I was in the clear.