"It's My Fault" - Damian Wayne
The Sequel to Sleepover 💐
Whatever Jon has seen in his nightmare had came to pass. Only, this time, the heroes were ready for it. But not everyone had a victory. After the battle, Jonathan Kent was rushed to a hospita...
What is up with Jon and nightmares? If I'm not mistaken, this is the 12th nightmare that he has had. I know because he always tell me about them. Either at school, missions or on the phone early morning.... I'm standing in the middle of his room, with him crying on shoulder. To be honest, the moment he hugged me, I got pissed off because I thought it was another ridiculous nightmare and I was about to push him back. But the moment he spoke with a different tone, I stopped. I recognised that tone because I too once spoke using that tone. He voice was filled with pain, and sadness. Then I thought, maybe this time, his nightmare was really, a nightmare. I decided to show some sympathy by patting on the back of his head with my hand.
Me: So, what did you dream of this time? (Patting)
He didn't speak. He was still whimpering on my shoulder. I can feel my right shoulder was slightly damp with his tears (sigh)... I slowly walked him to his bed and sat him down on it. I then walked over to the window and shut it, preventing the rain and wind from entering even more.
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After that, I turned back and sat crossed legs on the bed next to him. I asked him once again, with a calm gentle voice.
Me: Jon. (Hands on Jons left shoulder) What did you dream? Maybe letting it out will ease your sadness.
Jon wiped his wet cheeks with his hands and took a deep breath.
Jon: (whimpering) The League, including (whimper) the Titans, we're defeated. You, (whimper) were d-d-dead. And then, I was k-killed by (whimper) a monster.
..... Ok..... I did not expect that. I was right.... This was a real, nightmare. I asked him to tell me more because I felt curious, and a little frightened on how did I, died...
Me: Wow.... So, this wasn't just an average nightmare. It was a real, nightmare. (Sighed) Tell me. How did I die? And what, killed you.... And most importantly, what was dancing in your head before you slept off and get this kind of dream?
(Thunder Crash)
I took one of Jon's pillow and hand it to him. He took it and squeezed it tight. At the same time, I took of my mask and placed it on his bedside table. I kept my eyes on his eyes. His eyes were staring to the floor. He began speaking.
Jon: When dad came back home earlier today, he wasn't in a good condition. There were many bruises and cuts all over him. I asked him what happened today.. He said that the Secret Society attacked him and the League today.
Exactly what Father told me back in the Batcave....
Me: Yeah, even father had many injuries.
Jon: (whimper) my dad said the entire League was in a bad condition. But thanks to Batman, those injuries won't last long. He gave every injured League member a medicine to help cure them.
