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Bruce didn't know what to do. In his arms was his youngest son, unconscious, as if in a coma. Before him lay the body of his former lover, broken in the struggle, and he mourned the corpse before him. He wanted to know how he would tell Damian when he woke up, or Jason; that would be difficult.
But first, he needed to finish what he had already started. With just a whisper, he said, "Kent." Superman was already beside him.
"Hey, Batman, what happened?" He noticed the tense atmosphere and, looking at the stone floor, saw the corpse. "I'm sorry." He placed his hand on Wayne's shoulder in solidarity.
"I need you to call your son, preferably in your Superboy uniform."
"Are you sure? They haven't spoken in a long time."
"He's the only one I trust with Robin. I just need him to take my son home and keep an eye on him while I'm busy."
— Okay, I'll call him.
After a few minutes, Jonathan arrived, worried and trying to slow down.
— Dad! I just heard what happened. I'm so sorry, Mr. Batman.
— I know, Superboy. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I'm busy.
Jon knew this would make Damian act as always, with his "tt". They hadn't spoken in years because of his disappearance into another dimension, making Jon even older than the younger Wayne, but he knew Damian didn't blame him.
Damian wasn't the person Jonathan needed when he returned, and Jonathan wasn't the person Damian knew when he came back. Naturally, they drifted apart, and their friendship was gone too.
— I don't want you to go alone. Damian will be hunted by assassins; you'll need support.
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The Titans, along with Nightwing, were summoned to escort them to Wayne Manor. But they didn't have to do much, since they were in one of the Batmobiles.
They weren't very used to going on missions with the rest of the League, so they were relieved to get rid of the mess the place was in.
But, even wanting to help, Jonathan wasn't willing to let anyone near Damian, not even his older brother.
"Hey, Dick! Are you really going to leave that Superboy in Damian's room?" Beast Boy asked jokingly, but everyone on the team knew how Richard Grayson was with his younger brothers, especially Damian.
"I can't do anything, Batman left Jon on guard." He leaned back further in the seat, finally relaxing his muscles. "What a headache," he thought.
He was already tired from the carnage that had happened; he had to collect bodies and help civilians. Now, he was worried sick about his brother, but he couldn't do anything, since Jonathan Kent, the boy Damian simply REFUSES to interact with, was there with his little brother in his arms.
While he was thinking, he didn't notice Jon moving away from where the younger man was and sitting down near the Titans.
"I'm sorry, Dick, I didn't realize how I was acting and I just—"
How could he forget that Jonathan was Superman's son? He has super hearing and, of course, he would have heard the conversation.
"It's okay, I know you're worried, but we all are," he said, looking at the people sitting beside him: Raven, Starfire, Beast Boy, and Blue Beetle.
Of course, they were trying to pretend they weren't, since Damian only abandoned them when he felt like it, but that didn't make them forget the days they spent together, the sleepless nights watching movies, when Damian began to open up and talk about his feelings, and the memories of when life seemed lighter.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan, Superboy."
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Arriving at the mansion in a hurry, they went straight to Damian's room, calling Leslie to find out if anything had happened to his health. But everything was fine; the doctor only asked them to keep an eye on Damian and, if he didn't wake up today, to call again.
The atmosphere was serious, everyone afraid of what might happen to Robin or the people still on the battlefield. Hours passed and there was no sign of the heroes or any chance of Damian waking up. Dick provided clothes for everyone to take hot baths, and Alfred made dinner.
While everyone was starving, Jonathan didn't want to leave his room. Of course he was hungry, but the fear of losing Damian was greater. After a few minutes of conversation with Dick, he finally agreed.
The food wasn't luxurious; it was just a hot soup to warm the body, along with some vegetables and meat for nutrients. The Titans were enjoying the dinner, but Jon couldn't stop thinking about his friend upstairs. When he went to check his heartbeat with his super hearing, it wasn't as calm as it should have been, since he was in a short coma, and his gasps were heavier, as if he were out of breath.
And, as if he were the wind, Jonathan ran upstairs, even hearing the shouts of the rest of the team. Upon entering the room, he saw Damian sitting on the bed, His eyes were wide, but something was different. They were no longer the bright green that always took his breath away when he was younger, since, coincidentally, they were the same shade of green as kryptonite.
One side was still green, but the other was blue like the sky. He was looking directly at Jon. A door slamming behind him startled him, but nothing else mattered; Damian was awake.
Damian was preparing to speak; Jon thought it might be a "I missed you, Jon" or "What happened?". But Jonathan forgot he was thinking about Damian, so he would never say that.
— What the f***!