Friends? No - Damijon Story

old friend part 2

( A/N I watched a silent voice  and my heart is broken also I hope you enjoy )

Jason's apartment was on the poor side of Gotham well in the middle of the crime and gang layers.

As Jonathan walked the corridor he didn't look scared, he wasn't scared, he had been through hell, physical help and mental. He was the son of superman. Maybe he didn't wear the logo or carried on the mantle. He was still just as powerful, and fucking scary when he wanted to be. Believe it or not.

he had been given strict instructions off jason of what to do.

Jason's apartment was number 19.
Jon was told to knock on number 18 because his neighbor has the key.

He had been pre warned but it was still a shock to see kille croc open the door

Shit

Wait I have superpowers nevermind

"Red hood sent you" killer croc grunted

"Yeah"

"Don't look so scared kid" croc said.

"I only eat people on a Tuesday and Friday" he joked.

Croc handed Jonathan the keys to Jason's apartment.

"What you a villan, drug dealer or sommit" he asked

"I'm no one" Jonathan said.

"I know what your doing and who you are Jonathan Kent"

Jon froze. He was still stood in the middle of the corridor.

"I wanna help"

Confusion took over Jon's face. Croc must have noticed that so he explained why.

" look if you come back here at 11pm I will explain"

"O-okay" Jonathan said before walking to open jason apartment

What the fudge just happened

(Time skip)

11pm apartment 20

"We want to help"

Jonathan walked in to a room filled with crooks and criminals, if the adrenaline in his body hadn't taken over yet he would have run off by now. Saying he was scared was an understatement. He was fudging petrified.

Jonathan just started blankly at them.

Why? There villains there evil that's what he was taught.