The World is being protected by the Justice League, a group filled with super heroes and People who wish for Justice and Peace to cover the Earth.
Superman/Clark Kent has a Son by the
name of Jonathan "Jon" Kent.
Who...
We were walking and talking, until Damian's phone starts ringing. I lick my Ice Cream, look somewhere else as Damian accepts the call and starts talking.
Everything seemed fine, until....
Damian: Superman is what?! He is getting beaten up!? Where?!
When I heard my Father's name, I dropped my Ice Cream and immidiately turned towards Damian with wide opened eyes.
Me: What's wrong with my Father?! Is he alright?!
Damian: It's my-!
Me: Just tell me where he is!
Damian: Your Father is nearly dying! In Gotham City! The Center!
I flew up in the air, then bolted away, even tho I heard my name being called and yelled by Damian. I still couldn't stop. I'm sorry......
As I got closer, I saw my Father on the ground bleeding like crazy and a huge Monster stepping on him. I flew so fast towards them, however something jumped on top of me and hit my previous wound, causing me to lose balance and crash into the ground hard. I hold my previous wound, sitting up and turning around.
Me: Dad! Dad!
Before I could take action, the Batmobile appeared out of nowhere and ran right into this Monster, pushing him far away from my Father. I get up, forgetting about my wound, and start dashing to my Father's horrible state. I fall on my knees, pull his head to me and lay it gently on my lap. Warm tears filled my eyes as I couldn't believe my Super-Father was beaten up so harshly by some Maniac. I touched his cheek softly, tears falling on him as he smiled painfully at me, making me even sadder then I already was.
He slowly raised his hand to my face, touched my cheek keeping this painful smile on his face. Continuing to hurt my heart.
That's when the Monster got up, grabbed the Batmobile and threw it to the side, making it fly away.
Clark: Jonathan....Kent....I love you...
He slowly closed his eyes, I bust in tears not believing that my Dad can no longer hear me or see me. I held him tightly in my arms, tears falling and rolling nonstop.
That's when my eyes traveled up to the Monster, slowly lowering my Dad's body before getting up and holding a piece of his cape in my tight grip as I slowly walked towards this Monster, who attacked my Dad.
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