We Fight Too Much- A Supersons Fanfiction

First Patrol

"How high are we?" Jon said, looking over the edge of the building.

"38 floors from the bottom." Damian said, perched on the ledge, gazing through his binoculars. He turned around to see what the cause of the noise behind him. "What are you doing?" Damian asked.

Jon was dragging his feet through the gravel of the rooftop.

"Entertaining myself until we find bad guys."

Damian tucked away his binoculars in his belt and looked at Jon. "Please call perpetrators anything other than 'bad guys' and-"

"Found it!" Jon yelled, pointing at the street below. Police were going after a motorcycle, zigzagging through the street and narrowly avoiding pedestrians. "Let's go!" He grinned.

"I say when we go." Damian lectured as he prepared to jump from their rooftop to one across the street. He shot out a line and jumped, catching himself on the ledge of the next building. Jon flew over.

"I can carry you, you know." Jon said.

"Not now." Damian said, preparing to jump down a row of buildings, climbing the last one and securing a line, getting ready to repel down the building.

When they got onto the ground, they found their target.

"I hope he has insurance." Jon said.

"What?" Damian asked. "What are you talking about-"

*CRASH!*

"Ow."

Jon was standing in the street, arms wide open, having stopped the vehicle with his body.

"The fuck?" Damian muttered. He jumped onto the scene and flipped the criminal on his stomach, handcuffing him. Police sirens wailed around the corner and other cars had stopped coming down the street.

"Let's go." Damian said, checking a hologram on his wrist. "Batmobile is 3 blocks away."

They took off running into the night until they made it to the run-down and seemingly empty garage that housed one of the Batmobiles.

Damian scanned his retina and the rusty door opened.

"Cool." Jon smiled.

"Get in." Damain said, jumping into the front seat.

Jon pulled the door down and put on his seat harness. "Can you drive?"

"Yes." Damian flipped a key out of the pocket in one of his gauntlets and started the car.

"Robin. Number 4. Recognized. Auto-pilot as per Parental Settings." The car dash board read.

Jon laughed. "Guess you're not driving."

"Whatever." Damian muttered, knowing he couldn't reach the brakes. "I can still ride motorcycles."

"I can fly." Jon said, sticking his tongue out.

"Whoop-de-fucking-do." Damian muttered.

Their communication links in their ears turned on. "Language, Robin." A light laugh came over the waves. Damian frowned. "Is this Red Hood?"

Jason laughed. "Yep. That's me. I checked some security footage. I have to apologize for something-"

Jon and Damian looked at each other. Did Jason just say he was going to apologize... Jason?!

"That guy you stopped escaped a drug bust I handled."

"Evidently not well enough." Damian sassed.

"Last time I checked you two ended up a bust hanging upside-down from the rafters until Nightwing came to your rescue."

Damian frowned. "YOU don't have to work with a partner."

Jon pouted, but Jason came to his defense. "Superboy did some solid work back there. You owe your success to him." He lectured. "You should thank him."

Damian crossed his arms.

"Now." Jason ordered. Ah, yes, older brothers.

Damian sighed. "Jon, your powers were crucial to the success of tonight's patrol."

"That's the best you'll get." Jason said. "Red Hood out."

They arrived at the Cave and jumped out, watching as the car backed out of the garage to go auto-pilot itself back to it's secret garage.

Alfred was in the Cave, straightening up the Cave and hanging up everyone's gear that they left unorganized more than they should. They boys were laying, stretching across the spar mat, which was smooth and kind of bouncy. Jon sat up.

"What's wrong?" Damian asked, sitting up himself.

"My ribs kind of hurt." Jon said.

Alfred interjected. "You should get that looked at." Alfred said, setting down one of Damian's knives that he forgot to hide. He looked at Damian as he set it down. Damian rolled his eyes.

"I know- no auxiliary blades on patrol." 

Alfred turned back to Jon, who unzipped his hoodie and lifted up his shirt revealing heavy bruising on his stomach and chest.

"Jesus." Damian said, standing up. "Jon, are you okay? I'll get a bandage." He rushed off across the Cave to the first aide section. He came running back. Jon was laying down on one of the beds, ice on his chest.

Jon was amazed how much Damian seemed to care.

"D, I'm okay."

"But- you're supposed to be bulletproof."

Jon sat up and shrugged, moving some of the ice packs. "I'm half-human, remember?"

"Right." Damian said. Alfred started wrapping Jon's core with bandages to keep the swelling down.

"Does that mean you have half-super-healing too?" Damian asked, hopeful.

Jon shrugged. "I mean, I have a scar on my knee from falling out of a tree still and that happened two years ago."

"Hm." Damian noted. An expression of sadness came over him. "This is my fault."

So that's why Damian was acting so weird. Jon laughed, hard. "D, I wouldn't have listened to you anyways. I wanted to help and so I did what I thought was right."

Damian slumped back in the side chair, spinning around, lazily. "So you're going to be okay?"

"Yeah." Jon winced as he tried to sit up. "For a cold and calculated killer, you seem to care a lot about me."

Damian felt his face burn. Was living with his father making him soft and vulnerable? He thought about how he cut his cousin's face when they were put against each other in a duel. He didn't even hesitate taking a swipe at her with a sharp blade.

"He's still a 13-year-old brat." Tim said, parking a motorcycle. "He has feelings... somewhere."

"Butt out of our conversation, Drake."

Tim rolled his eyes. "I just want to know if Jon's okay."

Jason jumped down from the bar he was doing pull-ups on. "He stopped a motorcycle head-on."

"Jesus." Tim muttered. He looked at Jon and nodded. "As long as you're okay."

Alfred returned from the freezer with a tray of fresh ice bags and some brightly colored sticks.

"Young masters, would any of you care for an ice pop?"

"Yo! Those frozen sugar water things? We have some?"

Alfred had a slight smile. "Sugar is part of the food pyramid."

Tim ripped his open with his teeth, as did Jason. Damian pulled out a knife and cut his and Jon's. Alfred cleared his throat and Damian rolled his eyes. "I know." He grumbled. "No auxiliary blades."