Reverse (JonDami)

Breath 4

Jonathan Kent had a problem. He had a huge crush on his supposed enemy Damian.

"Dad, can you help me research something?" Jon asked as he reached his father's office.

"Sure! What is it?" Clark happily obliged as he turned in his seat to smile at Jon.

Jon bit his lip, "Uhm... I need to know more about the Al Ghul's and the League Of Assassins." He explained.

Clark's smile faltered and he sighed, "I don't know much about them, but Bruce does. I'll give him a call and see if he will talk to you about it." He suggested.

"Yeah, that'll be great." Jon perked up at that and waited as Clark made the call.

Soon the fifteen year old was on his way to Gotham, which took like five minutes because Superman just flew him there.

"Well come in, Jonathan." Alfred held the door open with his warm smile.

"Thank you, Alfred." Jon looked around and was still amazed with how amazing the mansion was.

"Yoo! It's little Superboy." Jason's voice called from up the stairs.

"Hi!" Jon called back and Jason took Jon down the stairs.

Once there he spotted Dick Grayson being bandaged up by another boy with black hair and silvery-blue eyes with red glasses. "Oh, hey!" Dick greeted.

"Rough night?" Jon asked as he walked over.

"More like rough night and morning, the idiot ran into four bombs. Dumbass." Jamie hissed as he slapped the bandage.

"Ow! It was an accident!"

"Mhm, sure."

Jon chuckled at their bickering before turning to Bruce whom just walked in. Bruce gave an awkward smile and waved him over, "Well, you had questions about the league of assassins?"

"Yeah, Uhm, I think I met one." Jon stated with a small smile at the thought of Damian.

Dick and Jamie perked up at the mention of the league and they walked over to the two.

"You... have?" Bruce noted the nod before giving a low hum, "Okay, then what is it you wanted to know?"

"Well,  I met an assassin named Damian, and he said he was the son of Talia Al Ghul and-"

"Wait what? Damian...? Talia?" Bruce said slowly.

"Yes..?"

Dick frowned and looked to Bruce, "What are you hiding?" He asked, knowing that look.

Bruce sighed heavily and his face grew guilty, "Damian... he's... he's my biological son..." he confessed.

Everyone's eyes widened, "What the fuck." Jason said more as a statement.

"Then... why is he with the assassins...? And why is he fighting like that..?" Jon asked, feeling so bad for Damian.

"I told Talia I didn't want him..." Bruce sighed, "I-I didn't know Damian had heard me... it was seven years ago and I didn't know what to do with my own kid... so I couldn't-"

"You abandoned him?!" Dick asked, growing increasingly angry.

Jamie looked put off too and he crossed his arms, "Now he's a killer... a young boy.."

Bruce sat down and rubbed his face, "I know... I know... I feel so guilty about it, but I've never done anything. He probably hates me... the first thing he hears from his father is that he doesn't want him..." he sighed.

Jon frowned and balled his fists, "Damian... he's... he's beautiful. He fights for his league, sure, but he doesn't want to kill for no reason... he fought me and he had many things he could've used against me, but he didn't... I truly believe he could be good..." he told him with softness in his eyes.

Dick smiled softly, "Guess I'm going on a little brother hunt, lead the way Jonny." He said as he put on his Nightwing uniform.

"Dick- you're not going out again!" Jamie screeched, trying to tug the damn thing off.

"I have to, Jamie! He's probably hurt and lonely, big brother Dickie will cheer him up!"

"Oh you moron..." Jamie sighed and just relented, letting Jon and Nightwing leave for Metropolis.