Fly High, Superboy!- A Super Sons Fanfiction

"You have 3 days to train. Try not to fight the whole time." Bruce said to his son as he drove out to Smallville to drop Damian at the Kent residence. "Clark and I have vigilante business in Egypt. We will be back soon, I promise."
Damian rested his face on his hand and lowered and raised the window in boredom. "How does he live here?" Damian complained. "It's, like, nothing but corn."
They pulled up the gravel driveway and parked by the barn on the grass. Damian happily jumped out. Jon came out from the screen door to their kitchen. "D! It's good to see you. How was the trip?"
Damian frowned. "Let's start your training."
Jon shrugged. "Cool."