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“Jon, get down here” Clark said, calling his son down from the main floor.
“Dad? What is it, is mom finally home from researching her story for work?” Jon asked as he bounded down the stairs, he missed his mom, even though he should be used to her constantly leaving for her work, he was 16 now, but he just wasn’t.
“Well, no, she's not back yet. But I have to go to space for a Justice league mission, and I don’t want to leave you here alone”
“Oh, then- are you taking me with you?!” Jon said, hopeful and excited, he bounced in place and his messy dark waves fell in front of his eyes, it’d grown out a bit too much lately, and looked messy, a constant state of bed head.
“No Jon, you haven’t even learned how to control all your powers yet, you can’t even fly- So, while I’m away you will be training, I want to come home to you ready to take over as superman, so I can retire!” Clark said.
“What, retire- wait, who is training me, when did you arrange this-” Jon started, but was cut off by a knock at his door, at his fathers expectant look he went to answer it. Pulling the door open, he saw his once childhood friend there, Damian Al Ghul Wayne.
“Wha- Dami?! I haven’t seen you since we were preteens, and then you… left without a word” Jon got sad at the memory, then annoyed.
“Yes, well, now I will take you to where I have been all these years.” Was all Damian said.
“Yeah, and what if I don’t want to go with you?” Jon argued.
“There is no denying it, your father practically sold you to me for me to mentor you.” Damian said, pushing his short spiky black hair back, as if it wasn’t already gelled to perfection.
“Sold me?! No way, absolutely not!” Jon argues still, but Damian snapped his fingers, and a 6’7 man in a fully covered outfit, even a mask over his face, he picked Jon up with one arm and walked over to the private jet on the grid road, they took off with Jon in it, using the gravel road as a runway.
Jon watched from the window as his father flew off into space, really not planning on stopping Jon from being taken. Jon grew quiet, this wasn’t the first time his father hadn’t saved him before, especially from being kidnapped. Foolishly, he’d thought it was only a one off thing. He sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest and got prepared to be stuck with Damian once again, for possibly months.