What Is Love?

1 | Tears

Living in Metropolis is still abnormal for me, I could never get used to it. After what happend yesterday my wish, on leaving Metropolis, grows bigger.

However not just that, I was called by then multiple times but I completely forgot that Damian is going to School today, I seriously don't want to meet him today. He would totally annoy the crap out of me by asking so many questions and waiting uncomplaining.

Once I heard my alarm ring loudly, I tapped on the stop button yet didn't want to deal with Damian. So I waited for my Mother, Lois Lane/Kent, who didn't take long before slamming my door open and beginning to yell at me to wake up and get ready. However I didn't move a muscle and only replied back.

Me: I...feel sick

Lois: What? Why?

Shutting the door behind her as she entered and sat at the edge of the Bed, touching my forehead and checking my entire body for the tempeture but no sign of fever.

Lois: Jon, are you lying? Is there a reason why you do not wish to go to School today? Are you being bullied or something?

Me: What? Mom, I can take care of myself well. Besides...I-My stomach hurts a bit. L-last night before returning from the Teen Titan's duties, I was outside...in the cold...without proper clothes

Lois: Ahh, see! That's what I always warn you about! Wear proper clothing! Fine! Young Man, but I will call the Teacher for your ONE! day off. And I will also tell her if anyone from the Class can bring them to you. Alright?

Me: Alright, thank you Mother

She smiled brightly at me, before leaning in closer and kissing me on the forehead with her pink lipstick. She chuckled and wiped it away with a tissue.

Lois: Now lay down and rest. In a few minutes, I will bring you something to eat and drink for your stomach. Sleep well, my hero

I nodded at her request, understanding her words. She patted my head gently then kissed me once again before getting up and heading over to the door. She opened the door, walked out and closed it slowly and carefully.

I sighed in relieve, then letting my head fall backwards against the soft and comfortable pillow. I grabbed the blanket, pulled it upwards and covered myself with it. I even covered my mouth.

The thought of the Teen Titans just came into my mind. I just wish they would forget about me and go on with their Superhero duties, which is a fantasy because they will obviously call to see what's going on soon enough. I do not wish to explain myself at all.

It would mostly be hard talking to Damian, who obviously takes this 'Leader of the Teen Titans' so seriously and can never take a 'NO' for an answer. Escpecially from me. Yet I sometimes have...weird thoughts whenever he is around or ever talks to me.
I still have no idea what to do or what this feeling absolutely is?

My thought mode was broken by the knocking noises coming from the door, someone was behind it. I cleared my throat nervously because I used my X-Vision and noticed that the person behind this door, is my Father.

With me not giving a reply back or rather giving an answer anyway. The door slowly opens and my Father enters the room with a bright smile while looking at me.

Clark: Hey Super-duper boy! How 'ya doin?

Me: Daaaad, I am sick! Why do you keep acting like I am some five year old baby!?

Clark: Because no matter what your age is, you'll forever be my young little baby boy! In my eyes!

Me: What is it Dad? I thought...you had some Justice League Business

Clark: Well yeah, I have. But it's later on, not now. I just called the School and informed them, also called Bruce

Me: Bruce Wayne? Why is that?

Clark: Asking if Damian could drop by and give you the Homework and Paper work you might receive from School

My heart literally stopped beating when Dad mentioned Damian, I opened my eyes wide and sat up on the bed.

Me: DAD! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHY?! OF ALL PEOPLE, YOU CALLED DAMIAN WAYNE!

My Father blinked a few times, not understanding why I am so angry about. He coughed then looked back at me, smiling once again. While I was terrified.

Clark: I'm not sure what is happening between you and the Teen Titans but don't let that ruin your Relationship with Damian. Besides, aren't you guys the...Super Sons?

I went mute for a minute, this made something click in my head and I couldn't say it in front of him.

Clark: Jonathan-!

Me: Dad, Super Sons is!-....in the past...we no longer do that anymore and I believe Damian is much more happier with the Teen Titans then being with me as the Super Sons

Clark: Jonathan, does that mean...you want to leave the Teen Titans?

I actually wasn't rather prepared for this question, but my mind was already set and I was done. So I cleared my throat, then looked at my Fathers eyes deeply and answered or rather replied.

Me: Yes, I actually wish to leave...

Clark: Why? I mean...haven't you been happy being a Teen Titan? Three years ago, you were so annoyed by not being able to join the Teen Titans and now that you offical became one, you don't want to anymore? Why is that?

I was too afraid to answer for some reason, but was eventually saved by my Mother who entered the Room with a plate filled with warm soup and something to drink.

Lois: Now then, eat these and sleep alright young man

I nodded quietly. My Father leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead, exactly like my Mother. He also kissed my Mother on her lips then ripped his shirt and disappeard, which was normal. I turned towards my huge window at the left side of my room and there was my Father, flying in his Superman costume. He waved at me and also blowed me a kiss before turning around and flying away into the sky. I sighed loudly.

Lois: Jon, forget all your worries and eat these alright? Rest well

She smiled, placed them beside my bed on this table and left the room. I, obviously, wasn't sick and didn't have an appetit at the moment so I just laid back down. I covered my entire body, even my mouth but not my eyes because my eyes were busy staring at the ceiling while being filled with warm tears that slowly began to blurry my vision.

I...feel bad for just leaving but at the same time, I believe it was the right think to do yet still not sure.

What should I do? I don't know.

That's when I covered my face completely underneath the blanket and cried quietly till got tired enough and fell asleep, with dry tears on my cheeks.

To be Continued...

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