"Frick frick fricccckkkkkk!!! Damian how do I stop the bleeding?!"
"Jonathan first of all, keep flying I can add pressure to it and second...it's fuck"
"Don't curse!"
"Shut up, beloved. -tt-"
That surely shut Jonathan up.
Damian sighs and felt a bit drowsy because of the wound. He looks at his abdomen and saw the horrid thing,
'Yeah, I had worse' he thought.
The two young heroes landed in front of the gigantic doors of the Wayne Manor. Jon knocks frantically while shouting Alfred's name. The door swung open and showed a very neat and order butler, Alfred Pennyworth.
He raised his eyebrow as he saw Jon carrying the older hero but the stench of blood caught his attention.
"Trouble in patrol?"
"Yes sir Pennyworth-"
"Alfred"
"Uhm yes Alfred! He got shot by the Joker and then he refused to show it to me then it got wo-"
Alfred cut him off by swooping Robin off his arms and proceeded to the infirmary.
"Please Master Jonathan, make yourself at home" and with that the butler dashed away and treated the injured birdie.
Frustrated, tired and sleep deprived Jonathan stared at the open door for a while. He snaps out of it and went inside, crashing on the sofa and turning on his phone.
Moments later the front door opened and showed Bruce Wayne, a Tim Drake who obviously didn't drank enough coffee, a oh so optimistic Dick Grayson and of course, The scowling black sheep named Jason Todd. They came in wearing their business suits and fancy shoes.
Jonathan, still wearing his bloody Superboy costume, stood up and greets the bunch.
"Good evening Mister Wayne! Timothy! Dick! And Jason!" He flew over them and smiled.
Now seeing a child (Damian: excuse you we are not children anymore) with dried blood on their clothes in front of you in the middle of the night might be terrifying but of course this is Gotham and this is the Superboy, nothing new.
"Jonathan, it's late. Don't you have a mother to worry about your tiny ass?" Todd snaps at him and continues to walk inside the manor.
"Don't mind the douchebag named Shit-Ass-Jason over there. Anyways, Damian's?" Tim asks. Jon nods and Timothy ruffles his hair despite being smaller than the 19 years old, then he went to his cave.
Bruce looks at him and hurries to the infirmary. Jon smiles at this and looked at the remaining person, Dick.
Dick over here is a different case. He gets totally protective over his brother along with the other youngsters in their small family (Jason: how the fuck is this family small)
He recovers from his shock and immediately grasps Jon's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"OH MY GOD! Jonathan! Are you okay? Are you hurt- AND THE BLOOD! Is it yours? Damian's?! WHO THE FUCK DID THIS! I'm sooo sorry Jon!"
Jon chuckles and hugs the frantic adult.
"Don't worry Dick, we just got cornered and all" he smiles and leads Dick to the infirmary.
Reaching the room, they saw Bruce checking Damian's vitals, while Alfred prepared cookies and milk beside Damian's unconscious body.
"Is Damian alright?" Dick dashes beside the boy.
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Super Sons and the BatFam ⚠️
FanfictionAs Damian and Jonathan's friendship grew, little did they know there were a flock of robins, mem and women in blue and red spandex, and a shit ton of bats following them and observing their every move. Characters aren't mine! All of these bbys belon...
