"WHO ARE YOU THREE?"
"WE'RE THE REBELS AND WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"
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In which Mar'i Grayson, Jon Kent and Damian Wayne start a superhero team of their own.
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DC COMICS ORIGINAL
STATUS: ON GOING
COVER BY: ME
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SMALLVILLE, KANSAS 12:31 PM LOCAL TIME
For someone who could fly faster than a speeding bullet. Jonathan Samuel Kent could not drive to save his life. His grandma sat in the passenger's seat.
"Jon? Are you going to pull out of the parking lot?" Martha Kent asked.
"I'm just waiting."
"For?"
"Everyone else to leave."
"Oh for the love of-" Martha rubbed her forehead.
"Hey! I'm still learning." Jon defended.
"Jon I can just drive."
"No, no, no. I moved back to Kansas to take care of you... since Grandpa died and he used to drive you around. So now... I'm gonna drive you around..."
She stared at her grandson for a moment.
"So can you drive now?"
He took a deep breath and started the engine of the old red pickup truck.
The drive away from the farmers market as some country song that he didn't know played.
He thought back... back to how his grandpa and dad taught him how to drive.
"Oh damn it!" Jon cursed hitting the brakes hard.
His dad's glasses fell onto the dashboard, he looked at his grandpa through the rearview mirror.
His grandpa was laughing. Hard. Tears were coming out of his eyes.
"Sorry..." Jon blushed.
"It's alright... just let's try again." His dad patted him on the shoulder.
He grabbed his glasses and held them tight to the bottom of the seat.
"Grandpa I can't focus if you keep laughing like that."
"I'm sorry Jonny," he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Okay let's go again..."
Jon accidentally hit the brakes sending them backward. He switched to the gas and coughed into his hand.
"You're almost as bad as Clark!" His grandpa said from the backseat.
