More canon fodder for the itty bitty baby community, this time featuring Jon as well
damian wayne: Be prepared for anything.
jon kent: Like what?
damian wayne: Ninjas, possibly.
jon kent: Ninjas? In Kansas?
Cassie, setting down a card: Ace of spaces.
Kon, pulling out an Uno card: +4!
Bart, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!
Jinny, trembling: Wha- what are we playing?!?
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When we sacrifice justice for safety, what do we lose?
Fandom: Dc Universe Pairing: Jon Kent x reader Requested by a kissable Anon: How 'bout 6 and 24 Jon Kent x reader? :D That could be fun (6: naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it; 24: turning around to check on you constantly when they are walking in the front)
“You okay?” Jon’s voice woke you up from the little daydream you were having - the imagined smell of donuts and hot cocoa that you were imagining still in the back of your mind - and a small blush crawled onto your cheek as you quickly reassured him, prompting him to turn back around and continue walking alongside damian in front of you. For a few seconds you listened to what they were talking about - something about a new fighting game that Clark had promised Jon for some chore he had to get done - but you were caught off guard when Jon quickly shot you another look, as if to make sure that you were not dozing off while walking again. You smiled at him. He smiled back. Jon continued to check on you, but by then you had started talking to Billy who had fallen back a bit from where he was walking beside the other two boys when Damian gave him a very pinchy-punch into the guts. Obviously Damian had just kept on walking and you had gestured to Jon to continue walking too - even though he was very hesitant to do so - deciding to wait until Billy was able to stand upright again. After that the two of you started talking as you tried to catch up to the other two. “So that’s why I really like that Band, their music goes to your core,” Billy finished a three-minute long explanation of his favorite Band, you listening with full interest and nodding at the right moments. “Actually,” Billy tapped his chin in thought, “I think I had my first kiss to a song of theirs.” “TT, as if you’ve ever been kissed Batson,” Damian interjecked - you hadn’t even realized that he and Jon had stopped talking - with a scoff and you couldn’t help but giggle. While he now seemingly joined your conversation, you saw Jon talking to someone over the phone in the distance. “Ey, I expected that from Damian, but you Y/N? You’re not really the one to talk, are you now?” Billy playfully crossed his arms in front of his chest. Blood rushed into your face and you quickly averted your gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you squeaked, looking at your feet. “Oh please, if someone here hasn’t yet been kissed then it’s you,” Billy laughed, but not really in a mean way - more geniously amused. “O-Of course I’ve been kissed before!” “Really? By who?” Billy asked and immediately disarmed your defense, causing you to look around a little panicked… Your eyes landed on Jon and you knew this was your last chance, even though inside you also knew you were doomed. “Uhm...by Jon, yeah, Jon and I kissed. More than once actually,” you started to ramble on and realized that you were out of options now. You were obnoxiously obvious in how tense you were now and even a socially awkward turtle would see that you’re lying. Luckily Billy wasn’t a socially awkward turtle and, even though Damian’s raised eyebrows showed just how little he believed what you’d just said, he seemingly didn’t completely reject the idea yet. As if fate decided to trip you up, Jon was now back on his way to re-join the conversation. “Yo, Jon,” Billy seized the opportunity, “You really kissed Y/N?” You weren’t sure who was more surprised by what followed, you, Billy or Damian, but without even hesitating he immediately nodded and sent you a smile. “Yeah I did a few times, why?” he replied completely naturally, ignoring Damian’s now furrowed eyebrows and the seemingly suspecting look in his eyes. “Oh, uh, just because…” Billy - now completely put out of his line of thought - just nodded and promptly went to keep on walking again. Jon sent you another smile - this time a little bit cheekier - and the three of you joined Billy in continuing the walk. But now Jon was walking beside you and somehow as you caught him looking at you again, there was an unspoken agreement that maybe you’d make your little story true.
Cassie: You know, in retrospect I’m surprised that I had a thing for you.
Kon: You are far from the first person to say that to me.
Tim, walking into his house: Hello people who do not live here.
Tim: I gave you that spare key for emergencies only!
Bart, cheeks stuffed like a squirrel: We were out of Doritos.
Kon, leaning against a Wendy the Werewolf Stalker poster: Oh Wendy, were really in it now.
Comics read recently, part 4 (of 6)
Generations Shattered #1 Infinite Frontier #2 Infinite Frontier Secret Files #1 Zero Point #6
Kon, offended: Wendy the Werewolf Stalker is not dumb, it's a charming coming of age story in a supernatural setting, with realistic stakes and good characters writing! You guys don't get it!
Jinny, chiming in: Plus, the main actress has a nice ass.
Kon: Well yeah, that went without saying.
*The team is over at Tim's house*
Bart: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?
Tim: ... N-No...
Tim, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???
Bart, motioning to his kitchen: Three, I thought!
Kon: I see a-
Tim, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Bart: Oh, well I-
Tim: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*
Tim, amazed: Its got a bake setting!
Cassie: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Cissie: Do we- Do we rock-paper-scissors for who gets to pick first?
Tim: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to play for anything!
Tim: I am someone who owns four ovens...
Tim, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...
Tim: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...
Greta, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Bart: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
Tim, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS!!
Kon: ...What are you guys doing?
Keli, standing on Tim and Bart's shoulders: Asserting dominance.
Tim: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Kon: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Tim: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Bart: Actually I did the math, Kon would have $225, not $0.15.
Kon: Bro I’m right here....
Cassie: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Tim: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Cassie: Sorry I only have a dollar
Bart: Hey I just realized i was wrong, Kon would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Cassie: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Bart: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Greta: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice
Bart: Apply juice to what
Cissie: Directly to the forehead
Kon: Great chat everyone
“Can I copy the homework?”
Bart: I can help you with it!
Cissie: Yeah, sure.
Tim: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Kon: lol nope.
Cassie: Wait, we had homework?!?
Greta: *read at 5:55pm*
Sandalwood; he pulled Damian into him.
Just a small amount of poison, olive death, a whiff from a distance smelled bad. It wasn’t enough to give Damian the waking terrors, violent phantasms, but it made him tremble. Jon didn’t need to set a hand on his chest to feel the violent pulsing, the stomach-turning, but he wanted to. It calmed him. which one,which him?
He said he’d been fine, but that was a lie on two accounts: one man, two. They were a team, so he waited until Damian’s breath evened out, until the sedative he’d pierced himself with seeped into his sweating skin, hummingbird heart, palpitating vessels. He’d be less dauntless any other given night, when Damian might bite and growl and snap, give ‘no’ as much as he’d taken it, because he didn’t need to be cared for, didn’t deserve it; lies, one, two, three. There were plenty to go around, and he’d make it four when Damian woke up, tangled in sheets between his arms and legs.
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