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A few months ago Jonathan Samuel Kent died, a few months ago the sun stopped shining for many and a few months ago Damián stopped speaking, under his eyes constantly covered by the mask you could see the black lines that marked his fatigue, his uniform was dirty From being used so much continuously, Damian had hidden behind the disguise to bear Jon's death, everyone has their own way of doing it, Damian's was to saturate his brain so as not to remember.
Not even his family had managed to get a word out of the dry and cracked lips of the teenager, who was underweight and was only seen at dawn entering the gallery to paint the smiling face that he had lost all night.
In the morning he left with a new mission assigned by his brother who knows the pain of losing his super, and if drowning in tasks would prevent Damian from worse performance, Tim was willing to give him the missions that were needed.
Recently Tim found traces of magic scattered in a specific place and needs to send an investigation into it. Damián had already been locked up for 3 days and thought that the best way to get him out was to leave him with the case. Damián got ready with his uniform and went out near the early morning towards the place, a warehouse of some factory.
Damián hid behind some storage boxes trying to see the place correctly, a round metal figure shone in the middle of the darkness, several masked people writing and analyzing the figure, Damián tried to sneak up on one of them to be able to knock it out and read writing, a light coming from the figure caught his attention and a small explosion dodged behind a container was seen, he quickly pushed some debris and walked towards the figure
A white cape fluttered in the air and beautiful ruby eyes fixed on the dark
-Jon...- his name made his parched throat ache and his chapped lips shed blood from the recent movement, his first word after months of silence and his legs instinctively moved forward, his feet stopped when he saw those eyes, vengeful and painful, they were not his Jon's eyes, his hand hugged the hilt of his katana -You don't..., you're not him-
The owner of the face identical to that of his beloved, only dressed in white, floated a few meters above him, his eyes of fire that emanated small clouds of smoke around him, focused better on the other, slowly lowered his flight and walked until he was in front of the one with green eyes and then extend his hand towards his face and lightly caress his cheek as if it were made of ceramic; wiping several tears that managed to come out from under his mask, and then stripping it of it and seeing those beautiful green eyes under it.
-You are as beautiful as the one you left, my love...- his hand caressed the other's cheek and the fatigue that he had to hide overflowed, the sound of the katana lying on the floor resonated in the place only inhabited by bodies. already dead, he lay on the other's chest listening to the resonant heartbeats in the other's ribcage, making sure that he was still alive, a small kiss placed on his head was all he needed to let himself be embraced by the one in white and cling to his sides. like a lifesaver in the middle of the turbulent sea -I've missed you so much...-
"I will never leave you again," said the black-haired man while he hugged the weakest body of the smallest one against his chest while he tried to cling to his chest.
They both knew they weren't really the person they were looking for, but it was much less painful to lie to each other and seek refuge in the identical face in front of them.