Damian and Titus- A Service Dog Fanfiction

Family Patrol

Bayview was a small city about 10 miles from the school, equidistant from Gotham and Metropolis. Jon was jumping, happily. They had just landed on the roof of a tall building in a helicopter Alfred flew them in. 

"Would you stop jumping?" Damian asked, scowling.

Jon stopped and jumped up one last time to catch himself in a levitation. Bruce was pressing his temple over the cowl, scanning through the city. He turned around and looked at Clark.

"Break in. Pawn shop 3 blocks down."

"Yes!" Jon cheered.

Damian fist-bumped Jon. "We've got this."

"Do you want help?" Clark asked.

"Dad-" Jon complained. "I'm 10 years old. I'm not a kid anymore, we've got this."

Clark laughed lightly. "Okay. But come back ASAP."

Bruce looked at his son. "Come back as soon as you're done. No detors."

"Yeah, sure." Damian waved off. He backed up and took a running start off of the roof, jumping to a lower rooftop across the street. Jon caught up to him. "I can just carry you on my back." he shrugged.

Damian sighed. "For the thirteenth time- NO."

They made it in record time down the four blocks by jumping rooves in the middle of the night.

"Stop!" Jon shouted through the shattered glass door of the pawn shop. There were two men that froze for a second before turning around.

Damian jumped off of a fire escape and caught up to Jon. He saw the man's finger move to the trigger. "Get down, alien!" Damian shouted, tucking in a roll, dragging Jon down by his cape. They had just dodged a bullet but even with a bulletproof uniform, Damian got a cut on his cheek. Damn. How was he suppossed to explain that at school?!

"Um- I'm bulletproof." Jon reminded. "Usually." he added

Damian was already in combat with one of the men as the other one continued to wave a gun at the pawn shop owner. "Do you want to test it or would you rather take down the actual criminal with a GUN."

"Oh shoot!" Jon said, squuezing his eyes shut for a second before sending a beam of lazer vision at the wall by the criminal. The pawn shop owner ducked behind the counter and Jon felt himself almost apparate as he moved so quickly. He had grabbed the gun before the bullet hit him.

He laughed, twisting the gun out of the robber's hand. "Faster than a speeding bullet, remember?"

Blue lights.

Damian grabbed Jon by the cape and dragged him behind the counter. "Cops are here." He announced.

Jon looked at the criminal Damian overtook knocked out on the floor. Damian sensed Jon's question.

"No, he's not dead."

Jon caught his footing and slipped out of the back door of the shop into the alleyway.

"Shit." Damian muttered. Cop cruiser with it's lights on.

"It doesn't look like there's anyone in there." Jon whispered. The windows were down, suprising considering the snow on the ground.

The police radio played. Security guard unresponsive, armed robbery at MedCore. Looks like a opioid seizure.

"10-4" Damian replied to himself as he pulled up a map on his watch. "2 blocks away." He relayed. He looked up and pointed. "There. That office building. MedCore."

"No- no way, Robin. You know what our dads said- come back immediatley. We need to listen to them."

Damian smiled. That usually meant he was about to do something. "Scared, Superboy?"

Jon rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared, I-"

"Let's go." Damian announced, jumping up on a dumpster and stepping onto a rusty ladder. "Rooftop, come on."

"Robin-" Jon argued, but it was no use. Damian had made up his mind and there was no point trying to talk D out of it.

They sprinted acroos the rooves of the city only over two buildings. They were standing on top of a bank that faced across the street. It was a tall building with plenty of windows and said MedCore ontop in lit up letters.

Damian jumped off of the low roof of the bank and tucked into a roll. The boys sprinted across the street and ducked into the side street. Damian looked up. There was a window up a few floors that was open. Damian grappled a line onto it and checked that it was on tight.

"I can just carry you on my back." Jon offered.

"For the fourteenth time- NO" Damian rejected.

Jon shrugged and lifted up in the air, staying beside Damian as they ascended. They caught up to the window and Damian jumped up and perched onto the window sill. He looked over to his left suddenly.

"Fuck." He muttered. Superman was hovering behind them.

"Good evening, boys." Clark said, acting calm.

That usually meant that he was pissed.

"Where's Batman?" Damian asked, hoping to divert the inevitible consequence that would come.

"Taking over an opioid robbery."

"Hey- we were going to do that." Jon said, still hovering.

"Off the building. Back to the helicopter. Alfred is taking you back to the dorms."

"But-" Jon interjected.

"Yes." Clark responded. "You broke the rules, you're off patrol."

Damian laughed. "See you in the morning, Superboy."

Static and then clarity- Bruce's voice. "You're grounded, too, Robin."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's go."

When they were back in their dorms, they switched from the uniforms to their pajamas and locked their uniforms in the small safe in Damian's closet.

"Good morning, sleep well." Jon said, pulling the blankets over himself. "Oh- and thank you for screwing us up."

Damian shut off his lamp and laughed. "You're welcome."