Be Mine Beloved

Chapter 1

The world was going to hell and it was only just about time until it drove Damian crazy with it. Superman has changed, for the better or the worst depended on your views. Whether you liked how he governed over his territories with an iron fist showing no mercy for any criminal. No matter how big or small they all needed to punished the same. 'Humanity needs to be lead to the right path.' Damian remembers hearing him say. It was eerie how similar Superman sounded to his grandfather He's truly never been the same since Lois death. His father, on the other hand, has made himself clear as both Bruce Wayne and Batman how he looked down on Superman's actions. There were parts of the U.S that resisted Superman's regime, who felt the need to hold onto the laws keeping their fragile society together.

He had to choose a side. He wasn't allowed the luxury of being a neutral party. It wasn't in his nature to wait on the sidelines and do nothing either. The Insurgency or the Regime. One would think the most obvious choice would be to his father. He wasn't the naive child brainwashed by Ra's ideals as before, he has seen the benefits and good outcomes from his father's ideals yet he couldn't blind himself from the downfalls. Corruption and crime were unavoidable in any society. It was different when society was built to aid their growth. Politicians and druglords on the same side of the coin running the city in the background. Criminals like the Joker always going rampant with chaos and managing to avoid repercussions. Of course, enslaving people with fear and forcing them to abide by set rules with little voice of freedom without devastating consequences wasn't a brighter alternative. Those were the cards Damian was dealt. He didn't even feel ashamed disappearing to think over his options at least until the uneasiness in his heart disappeared. 

The world, his father, Superman, the Regime, the Insurgency, Damian was already near madness yet this person always ALWAYS managed to make those matters seem insignificant. Glass shattered at his feet and the servants around him cowered at his reaction not knowing what to do! "Superboy!" Damian forced himself to ignore the higher pitch in his voice. 

A few brave servants scrambled to him, in hopes of calming him down. They could only shout from across the room afraid to get caught by any of the dangerous glass flying around. They didn't have to worry long for the man Damian wanted to see was already at the door. One of the servants cried out in relief, "Your majesty!" and Damian snapped his head up.

"Dames, you're awak-," Jon was greeted with a beautiful porcelain vase to the face. The servants around them gasped at the art shattering against the Kryptonian. "Okay, I suspected you would be angry." He brushed off the few broken pieces of himself, not bothered by his guest's behaviour. Damian didn't heed to his words and continued to throw every object he could get his hands on until the beautiful room was ripped apart with every tangible object either smashed or torn. Jon turned to the servants not even bothering to dodge any of the missiles. "Could you please prepare another room, my friend is very emotional right now." The servants didn't need another excuse to escape the tyranny of Damian and rushed out as they received their King's permission.

"Dames, please calm down," Jon approached with a gentle smile.

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Let's sit down and talk about this okay."

"Like hell, we will!"

Jon rushed behind Damian and grabbed his arm. It was so easy for Jon to subdue him with his strength alone. If he wanted to snap Damian in two it wouldn't prove to be a hard feat. "Beloved please," Damian froze at that word even allowed himself for a split second to melt into Jon's hold.

"Don't call me that!" Damian snapped away from Jon. "What did you do to me?!"

Jon breathed in and brushed his hair back, "It's a spell."