We Fight Too Much- A Supersons Fanfiction

Super-Healing?

Damian sucked the rest of the sugar water out of the ice pop. Jon tried to sit up and winced.

"You okay?" Damian asked.

"It didn't hurt when we were running to the Batmobile."

Damian shrugged. "Adrenaline. And the bruises didn't develop."

Alfred walked in. "I've called your father."

Jon's eyes widened. "Please don't. I don't want him to know. He'll say I'm reckless."

"He will absolutely assume that I left Jon in danger."

Alfred sighed. "He's almost here."

The boys waited, Jon laying on the table and Damian spinning around on a chair. Finally the elevator sounded and Clark walked in. He didn't seem mad, which was good for the boys. Jon propped himself up on his elbow

"Hey, son." Clark said, putting a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Bruises don't look too bad." Ah, x-ray vision. "Do they hurt?"

Jon took a sharp breath in as he sat up. "Not too bad."

"Liar." Damian muttered. "Sir, I-"

"I know." Clark said. "But you can't protect him from everything."

His comm link in his ear crackled and Bruce's voice came over. "Superman, we could use you at the Justice League debate tonight."

Clark sighed and returned that he would be there in a few minutes. It was nice to fly "faster than a speeding bullet" (He was pretty fast, but not that fast.) He looked at the boys. "I'll be back late. Your father will too." Clark said, looking at Damian. "Take it easy."

Clark left and Damian leaned back in his chair. "Christ, I'm bored."

Jon stretched out on the table. "I want to get up." He swung his legs off of the sides and grabbed his ribs and winced. "Man, I don't know what excuse to use if anyone sees this."

"Just say I hit you with a car."

"You'll be arrested." Jon frowned.

"My father is Batman."

"I don't see the connection."

Damian shrugged. "Just wanted to remind you."

Jon laughed, which made him grab his ribs again. "Well my Dad can fly."

Damian frowned.

Jon slipped off of the side of the table. Alfred walked over. "Master Jon," He began. "How are you feeling?"

Jon shrugged. "It hurts a little but I don't want to keep laying down."

Alfred had him sit up on the table and unwrapped the bandages around Jon's chest. His bruises had mostly faded. Alfred sighed.

"If you are insistent that you leave direct medical care, I do not seem to have reason to stop you."

"Yes!" Jon cheered, hopping down. He winced. "Oops. Still hurts a bit."

"Let's go do something to pass the time without you passing out." Damian said, Jon following.

"Sounds good to me." Jon agreed. "Maybe next time I get injured we can have ice pops again."

"Try not to get injured." Damian said. "It makes me look bad."

"Okay. Next time you get injured we can have ice pops."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Fine."