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Just saw some real bullshit on my dash so.
I hope Jay Nakamura stays around forever <3 I hope he becomes Jon's Lois <3 I hope he and Jon get married <3 I hope that Damian is Jon's best man at the wedding <3 I hope Jay and Jon adopt a bunch of babies together <3
And I wish all the people wanting a canon queer character to get killed off or be shoved into comics limbo so their fanon ship can have a snowball's chance in hell of becoming canon a very happy never getting your way <3
today in apparently controversial takes "Clark and Jon Kent don't count towards a diverse group" because they're you know. White.
but according to some people, being an all powerful alien counts, even if no one knows you are said all powerful alien and you live your day to day life as a White man and have never faced racial, religious, or disability based discrimination in your life.
This right here? this is why I don't talk to White boy comics nerds. Especially ones who use terms like "forced diversity."
Jon Kent, please!
I love Jon so much and I’ll keep ignoring his ageing up as long as I can
Jason is like the best mom friend to his brother's friends. Some of them probably bunk in Jason's apartment when they're in Gotham.
I have no idea if you meant this as a prompt or not, but headcanon accepted. Thank you @yeats-nana for looking this over
Okay, so he got a headstart with Dick’s friends, which is only natural, seeing how some of them were on his team for a while.
(“Always will be, Jaybird,” Roy says, and Jason only rolls his eyes a little.)
No one actually likes staying at the manor, so it made sense that they crash in his safehouse-warehouse-apartment-club thingie instead. It gets bad enough that he grudgingly converts three rooms into guest rooms and doubles up on his groceries, just in case.
He picks up Bart by accident. Something blurs past him, and he reaches out by habit, grabbing whoever it was by the arm and stopping them in their tracks. It’s a neat trick, even if it always makes him feel like his arm socket is getting chewed on by Krypto.
Honestly, he expected Wally. But that’s a significantly less amount of human dangling from his hand. “The fuck?”
“Hey, you! Let Bart go!”
Oh, he’s seen that particular combo of bad boy looks and himbo vibes before. “You’re Drake’s clone boy, aren’t you?”
“He totally is,” the speedster still in his grasp—Bart—agrees equitably. “Hey, you’re Jason, right? Is that pizza you’re carrying? Can we come with and have some? Because I’m starving.”
Jason’s so flabbergasted that they know who he is and don’t immediately, like, try to kill him for what he did to the replacement (which—fair) that he completely forgets to object when they invite themselves in. And then call someone called Cassie to come over, but not bat-Cassie, which just makes things needlessly confusing.
Apparently, once the kids decide you’re the ‘cool brother’ (and Jason will never let Dick forget that), they never leave. Whenever it’s field-trip-to-Gotham time, or whatever they do when they’re here, they stay at his place. As a consequence, he sees a lot more of replacement—Tim, these days. The kid seems to think it’s the funniest thing that ever happened to him.
It’s not bad. It’s not bad, at all.
(He could do without being asked for relationship advice by teenagers deep in the throes of puberty, though.)
Steph tags along one day and just never leaves. Jason has no idea what her deal is, but he likes having her around and is more than happy to have her study in his living room. At least someone in this family is taking education seriously.
And Jason thinks that’s it. It’s more than enough, honestly. Everyone is pretty good about leaving him be when he actually needs some privacy; it’s still a lot.
Until he finds a miserable looking Superboy, Version Two, curled up on a roof.
Jason takes a second to put his guns away and double-check his hands for blood. Then he approaches cautiously. “Hey, Jon, right?”
The boy startles. For a second, his eyes glow red before he visibly calms himself down. “Oh, hey, you’re Robin’s brother! “
Jason tries not to sigh. “Yeah, I guess. What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to meet up with Dames, but he’s not back yet.”
It takes a moment for Jason to connect ‘Dames’ with the Robin who tried to stab him two days ago, and not in a playful way.
“You could wait for him at the manor,” he suggested.
Jon looks down. “I might fall asleep.
“And?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Uh.” The kid shuffles awkwardly in place. “Sometimes I get bad dreams, and when I wake up I don’t—”
Right. Superpowers.
“How about you stay over at my place?” Jason hears himself ask. “The rooms are Roy Harper-proof, you should be fine.”
Wide blue eyes stare at him in confusion.
“It means they can withstand anything you can throw at them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, your brother stays over all the time, he tried to break them before. You can text him if you want to.”
But Jon perks up. “Oh, if Kon stays there, it should be fine! Thank you!”
(Jason plans to have a talk with Jon about that in the morning. Really, he gets that the kid is superpowered and doesn’t have to fear much, but you should not go home with a stranger! What if Jason was more of a villain?)
By the time Jason gets them home and shows Jon his room for the night, the kid is already half-asleep. Man, was he ever that young?
“Dames might stop by later,” he tells Jason, just before falling face-first into bed. His next words are distorted by the pillow, but still audible. “It’s okay when he’s there, you know. It never gets bad then.”
Christ. “Okay. Good night.”
He texts Dick to let him know what happened, and as soon as he gets the number from his, Lois. Because Superman is off-planet right now, but he is not the terrifying one in that marriage.
(Little does he know it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Lois is not one to let contacts with knowledge about organized crime go to waste.)
So really, this is it. Roy and Kori drop by frequently, Tim’s gang less so, and Jon likes to drag Damian along for visits. Steph has started paying rent. (Jason doesn’t have the heart to tell her he’s his own landlord because the old one was exploiting minors and had to be dealt with.) He’s cooking for three or more people most weekends, which is as he likes it.
And then, one sunny afternoon, the doorbell rings.
Jason frowns, because—no one really does that anymore. So he’s cautious all the way down the stairs, opening the door in person, just to find a slightly awkward looking Duke Thomas standing there, clutching a backpack.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Duke draws himself up. “Stephanie said you’re good at tutoring and I—I might need some help. To keep my grades up.”
And fuck, it’s not like Jason can say no to that. As far as he knows, Duke is a straight-A student.
He steps to the side and lets his brother inside. “C’mon in, then. I was just preparing lunch. Hope you like alambres.”
The Signal comes to a stop the third time the same kid appears in his field of vision, obviously keeping up somehow besides the fact that they’re both ten stories up and the other boy doesn’t have any obvious grappling hook.
This can’t be a coincidence.
Right?
Right?
The kid sees him staring and waves a little awkwardly across the rooftops, shifting on anxious feet before stilling and crossing his arms, hopping up and down a bit.
Duke looks around, making sure there’s no other person that the boy might be staring at, and then swings across to stand next to him.
“Ummmm… hi?”
“Hello!” the kid calls, smile blinding, and Duke blinks because what the hell-
“Can I, uh- help you?”
The kid, somehow, brightens up even more.
“Yes, actually, I’m looking for the batcave?”
Duke blinks. Stares. Blinks again.
Thinks, shit.
What’s he supposed to do in this situation? Pat the kid on the head and tell him to go bye-bye? Knock him unconscious and interrogate him? Swing away without saying anything?
He doesn’t know, and he can’t ask anyone because they’re all- besides Damian and Alfred- on a league mission with strict radio silence protocols except in dire emergencies, and Duke doesn’t think this counts.
Think, think, what would Batman do-
Before he can come to a conclusion, however, the kid slaps himself on the forehead with a resounding smack and then reaches out to grab one of Duke’s own hands, his fingers disturbingly small against yellow armoured ones.
“Where are my manners!? I’m John. Nice to meet you! Damia- I mean, err- I mean Robin talks about you all the time!”
And, of course, that adds a whole new level of complexity to this whole thing, because why the hell does some kid in worn out jeans and dirtied up tennis shoes know Robin’s secret identity? If Damian were any other child, Duke might think that he just spilled the beans to look cool, but that so does not fit in with Damian’s personality at all so he’s left, again, in a state of general confusion and anxiety.
Think rationally about this.
Duke peers closer at the kid. Black hair and blue eyes. That seems right up Bruce’s alley, and he knows for a fact that there are some members of the Bats’ abbreviated family that he has not met, including some members from the future or alternate timelines or whacked up things like that.
Right.
So maybe this kid was one of those?
Duke didn’t even know anymore. How did this become his life?
You asked for it, he thinks, and then internally sighs.
“Alright,” he says, and John’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.
“Awesome! Let’s go!”
Great.
Just great.
So they go to the Batcave, the kid jabbering the entire time, and Duke nods and responds and internally worries because he has no idea what he’s doing, if this is the right course of action, and by the time he gets back to home base he’s on the edge of full out panic.
This is not helped when, upon arriving, Damian magically appears before him, scrutinizes Duke a little too closely for him to call it comfortable, nods once, and then flipping vanishes with John.
Duke sighs and takes off his cowl, decides that that’s enough confusion for the day and heads up to his room to watch some cartoons, because at this point anything else more complicated might melt his brain.
And that’s the end of it.
Except, you know, the point where it’s not.
Because five hours later, Duke is going through some stretches on the mats and there’s a loud yelp, and by the time Duke arrives at the right enclave- because no matter what all the other kids say the Batcave is a freaking maze- John is cowering behind Damian, who, in turn, is glaring up at his father, and Batman is watching the two of them with an unimpressed gaze while the rest of the batclan watches on behind him.
“Jonathan Kent. Who gave you permission to be in the Batcave?”
Kent. The kid’s last name was Kent.
Of course it is.
The kid lets out a nervous chuckle, and Duke internally sighs before stepping forwards and raising his hand.
“It was- uh- me, actually. I was the one who let him in.”
The collective gaze of the entire family comes to rest on him, and Duke resists the urge to finger gun because now is so not the time.
Bruce just frowns.
“Why would you think it was okay to let him in?”
Duke clears his throat. Shifts his feet. He should probably make something up, but at the same time this is Batman so he highly doubts he could get away with it.
And so, without further ado, he sort of rubs his neck and turns his gaze upwards before letting out a quiet sort of, “He, uh, he has black hair and blue eyes and I suppose I just sort of figured that, well- eh-”
Jason has started laughing, which is so not helpful, but Duke pushes through anyways.
“I just sort of figured that he was another one of yours?”
Silence settles amongst them, John looking back and forth from the two parties like it is a tennis match as the rest of the kids watch on with ever growing anticipation.
Bruce just slowly turns to look at the crowd of blue-eyed, black-haired kids behind him, stares at them for a few moments, before turning back to Duke.
He nods, once.
“Fair enough.”
And then he sweeps past them all to get changed while the rest of the cave lights up with laughter.
And Duke doesn’t know quite what he’s doing. Doesn’t know quite where he fits in with this mess of a family. But Dick is ruffling his hair and Jason is in hysterics in the corner, Damian is giving him this small little pleased smirk while John continues to watch in confusion, and Tim has started crowing that he’s got it on film, and Duke…
Duke figures that if he has this, if he has this, then there’s more than enough to start.
An excellent addition
Stephanie wisely stays silent, praying that no one remembers the time she let Billy Batson into the Cave…
(Same reason as Duke, plus his name is literally, ‘Bat-son’… What was she supposed to think???)
That is awesome XD
There was a surprise waiting for Batman, Robin, and Red Hood when they finished patrol, and none of them were sure if it was pleasant or not.
“Spoiler, why is Shazam in the Batcave?”
“Look, he was a 13 year old with dark hair and the name Batson of course I thought he was one of ours-”
“Wait, what do you mean Shazam is 13?” Jason pauses in pulling off his helmet. “Kid, you should be at home with your parents.”
“I don’t have parents.”
“New rule, Billy Batson is allowed in the Batcave whenever he wants.”
“Can my siblings come, too?”
So I saw a post from @fantrash15 asking for a fic about Clark and Bruce doing an interview via video calling because corona, while shenanigans ensued in the background and, courtesy of my insomnia, I decided to because yeah, I may have a research paper due in three days, and yeah, it is a research paper about potatoes, but do I have the motivation to start it? no. So here we are, enjoy.
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“Bruce, can you hear me?” Clark asked on the other end of the video call.
Bruce nodded, “Loud and clear, Clark.”
Clark smiled and cleared his throat, “Right, well let’s get started then.”
Clark flipped through some papers in front of him and adjusted his glasses. As he looked up at his screen, movement behind Bruce caught his eye. Upon closer inspection, it was Dick walking past Bruce’s study, holding a bowl of cereal. As he passed, he peeked inside and when his eyes met Clark’s, they went wide as he sprinted off.
one of my favorite things is how the batboys are all close with essentially invincible aliens but the second they see the supers they’re just instinctively like hey how about i uhhhh jump in the line of danger for you anyways :)
Pick your Super Son of choice: are their siblings/sibling-esque-family-members supportive, effective wingmen, or just getting in the way of the natural course of the relationship?
“Kon?” Jon called as he walked into the barn. “Are you in here?”
“In the hayloft!” Kon called out.
Jon floated up to the hayloft and found Kon and Kara waiting for him. Kon, standing up, looked proud of himself; Kara, sitting on a hay bale, looked resigned. Between them was a whiteboard propped up against another hay bale. Written in messy marker were the words “SO YOU’VE GOT A CRUSH ON A BAT.”
“What is this?” Jon asked.
Kara closed her eyes. “Run, Jon. Save yourself.”
“It’s the Superkid School of Love!” Kon said. “We figured that since we were all here in Smallville for Pa’s birthday, it was the perfect time to talk to you about that thing where you’re madly in love with Robin.”
“You figured,” Kara said.
Jon felt his face go hot. “I…what? I’m not…in love…who’s Robin?”
Super friends
1. I wanted to draw Jon saying that one Quote Superman said
2. Imagine being the robber that tried to mug two kids and it being Robin and Superboy
If you aren’t beating up muggers with your best bud are you really best friends :/?
I'm not insanely thrilled with these, they're kinda blehhh... Jon's a sweety though and I will never not want to hug him...
(I want to stock pile Kryptonians to keep safe. Specifically the half ones-)
Jon is a man now >;3c
I doodle supersons in my notebook sometimes. And when I really like a doodle I’ll transfer it to my computer and mess around with it.
The first picture has no backstory, just make your own scenario. And the second one is a doodle is did not feel like coloring.
