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"What the hell?! Oh god!"
Jon grinned as he heard the scream, he floated down, landing lightly in front of the mugger, crossing his arms as his white cape flapped around his legs.
"Hey, bub. Dunno if you know this, but this is my territory."
The mugger, as well as the girl he had been stealing from, cowered in fear, he chucked his gun to the side, hands going up.
"Oh god please don't hurt me!"
"God can't save you now."
Jon rushed forwards, his hand closing around the man's throat. He let out a terrified squawk of pain, grabbing onto Jon's wrist. Jon just took the ladies purse, as well as the muggers wallet and tossed them back to her.
"Get lost, kid," he grumbled, fixing her with a hard glare.
"Yes Superboy!" She squeaked and ran around the corner.
Jon looked back at the mugger, and quickly smacked the man's head against the brick wall behind him, immediately rendering him unconscious, Jon threw him over his shoulder and started walking to the police station, strutting in like he owned the place. Because quite frankly, he did. The police officers all jumped up, staring at Superboy in fear. He deposited his flour sack of a man on the floor.
"I better not see him on the streets again," he ordered, pointing at him. "That is the second time I've dealt with him."
"You…. You don't bring us evidence, we can't put criminals in jail without evidence!" One detective exclaimed.
Jon's head snapped over, he stalked up to the detective's desk, leaning against it to get up close to his face.
"If I see him back on the street, the next place you'll see him will be in the morgue, evidence or not . Got it, Daniel?"
The detective swallowed, nodding, eyes wide.
"And besides, we all know this city is corrupt enough to not need evidence. Not with your leaders terrified to death of me."
Jon pushed back off the desk, walking back to the doors.
"Keep working!"
The moment he hit the street, he shot into the air, taking off towards home. It was, for him, a short flight, the small country home he shared with his brother a half-hour out from Metropolis. He landed outside on the front sidewalk, heading up the porch and bumping the unlocked front door open.
"Hey, Kon! I'm home!"
It was almost supper time, and Jon could smell pizza in the oven. His stomach rumbled.
"Hey, kiddo! Go change and then food will be ready!" A call came from Conner's office.
Jon turned and jogged upstairs, into his room. He walked in, grabbing his phone from where he had left it on the bed. He answered a few texts before turning to grab clothes to change, catching a glance of himself in his mirror. He grinned at himself. He needed a haircut, but other then that, damn he looked good. Conner had been right, the new outfits had been a good look. The black bodysuit that flowed seamlessly into the white section on his chest and shoulders, and then back into the long white cape that trailed the ground just slightly. Jon reached down, tugging off the black boots that flowed into the bodysuit, covered by the end of the pants. He then pulled the cape off one of his shoulders, making it easier to pull the bodysuit off.
He grabbed a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on, and tugging a flannel on, buttoning it partially on before pocketing his phone and jogging downstairs to find Conner, his brother, in the kitchen, slicing up their pizza. Conner, was tall, just an inch or two taller then Jon, broad chested, and pure muscle. He had short black hair, shaved military style, blue eyes and a scar through his left eyebrow that stretched down onto his cheekbone. There was no doubt the two were brothers, though Jon had been mistaken as Conner's kid a few times, which was understandable as Conner was literally a clone of their father.
"How was your day?"
"Eh, normal business. Had to talk some fear into the police again."
"Damn. You want me to go talk to them tomorrow?"
"No. It's just a few detectives being little shits. Nothing I can't handle."
"Alrighty."
Conner grabbed two plates from the cabinet, giving one to Jon before grabbing a few slices of the steaming hot pizza. Jon grabbed himself a few, a soda from the fridge, and followed Conner to the small dining room table, papers and mail strewn out across it. They sat beside each other, munching on their pizza and slowly sorting through the mess.
"Hey… I hate to ask but I need you to do something kinda dangerous for me."
"What's wrong?"
Jon set down the letter he had been reading, a college invitation, and looked up at Kon, who was looking at a case file, frowning to himself.
"I need you to go talk to Hood tomorrow."
Oh. Talking to Red Hood meant going to Gotham… the one place they weren't supposed to touch. He blinked at Kon, who glanced up and frowned.
"You can say no."
"I know. What do you need me to talk to him about."
"He's been having some issues and was asking me for some help with a case. I've done some research but, he owes me a favor now and I want you to cash in on that."
Kon passed over the file he was holding and a quick look inside told Jon all he needed to know.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks," Kon said with a grin, looking beyond relieved.
Jon grinned, setting the file aside and returning to eating. He knew Conner hated making him go over to Gotham, but since he worked tomorrow, and was currently the only source of income for the household, he couldn't take off.
The two were an interesting pair. Conner, technically, was the younger of the two, only 11 or 12, but since he was born to appear the age of 16, he had taken charge of the place, now appearing to be in his upper 20's. Jon was 17, an early highschool graduate. Their father, Clark Kent, aka Kal-el, Superman, had been killed by Lex Luthor when Jon was only 11. Jon's mother, Lois, had cared for the two boys for a few years after that, but as she watched the two drop off the deep end, doing things Clark would have never approved of, she started pulling back. Jon had watched her be killed in an accident he couldn't prevent. He was only 15 at the time, and got worse from there.
Kon and Jon, or as the world knew them, Superman and Superboy, had steadily strayed from their fathers legacy, quickly becoming anti-heros, bordering on villains somedays. They were largely unstoppable, and most of the Justice League had their asses handed to them the one time they had tried. Metropolis, despite living in fear of the two Kryptonians practically ruling their city, and practically the whole state, was thriving, crime was nearly non-existent, and when it happened, it was stopped before anything could really happen. A large portion of the more major league villains, Ra's Al Guhl, Deathstroke, Sinistero, even the Joker had tried to get the brothers on their side, but they refused, stubbornly keeping their neutral stance.
Gotham, however, Gotham was the one place they weren't supposed to touch. They could go wherever the hell they wanted, even Wonder Woman and Green Lantern didn't want to mess with them, but Gotham. That stubborn ass city. Their loyal guardian, the Batman and his flock of birds had made it clear. The Supers were going to stay out of Gotham if they knew what was good for them. And since they did, they stayed far away. Batman had the largest supply of kryptonite in the world, and the one time Jon had gone toe to toe with him, he had whipped out a kryptonite batarang and had nearly killed Jon. So they had agreed and stayed far away from Gotham.
Except when it came to Red Hood. Red Hood, despite being part of the Bats flock, was more like the two brother's, balancing on the line between good and evil. They traded favors pretty regularly, and Hood even kept a pretty good tabs on the batgang for them.
So the next day, a Thursday, Jon flew to Gotham, getting there at about 9pm, the agreed time he was supposed to meet Red Hood on top of a church building in the narrows. Both men knew they had a limited time before Bats or a bird showed up, as they had sensors all around the city to alert Batman if one of the two supers dared enter the city, so Jon got there a little after 9pm, and was pleased to find Red Hood already waiting.
He touched down lightly on the edge of the church building, calling a greeting to alert the vigilante that he was there.
"Hood."
Red Hood turned, no emotion visible, as his face was hidden by that hideous red bucket of a helmet.
"Superboy," he grunted, walking closer, looking Superboy up and down. "Never told your brother, but the new uniforms suit you two."
"Thanks."
Jon produced the files he had been sent with, checking inside one and then holding it out.
"This is the research you asked for. I don't know what's all in there, I'm just the messenger."
"I know kid."
Red Hood took it and flipped through, grunting in approval, then looked back up.
"What's that then."
"Superman is cashing in on a favor."
Jon held out the second file. Red Hood looked it over and then back up at him, not speaking for a moment.
"Why does he think I know where Luthor is."
"I don't know. I told you, I'm just the messenger."
"Oh, I think you know. You're not that dumb."
Jon shrugged, crossing his arms.
"He's grasping at straws, Hood. It's been years, and we haven't been able to get Luthor. He's starting asking anyone and everyone. Hell, he even made a deal with Savage the other day just for a lead."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
"What about you, you've never seemed as desperate as he does."
Jon fixed Hood with his fear inducing glare, the one where the edges of his eyes start to glow red and he looks ready to murder. Hood didn't seem bothered.
"I'm not here to have you play shrink. Are you gonna help or not?"
"Yeah, I'll get Arsenal on it."
Hood tucked the files into the back of his pants, under his jacket. Then the beeping started. Jon could hear it, he knew what it was. Hood winced and brought a hand up to his helmet, tapping it.
"Hey-yo?"
"Hood, what the hell are you doing?" The gravelly voice of Batman could be heard.
Or rather, Jon was able to hear it because superhearing.
"Uh. Working?"
"You know they're not supposed to be in the city, Hood," a smoother, more refined voice followed.
"Oh, piss off, Rob. He's helping me."
"With what, murdering someone?"
Jon raised an eyebrow.
"I can't help feeling that I should go," he said staring to levitate.
"Too late."
Jon spun, and standing before him was a vigilante he faintly recognized as Robin. The now green and yellow armor a huge change from the Robin of his youth.
"Shit."
Jon stepped back and bumped into a solid body, then let out a shout of pain and shot away, but it was too late. He could already feel himself weakening. He turned to see who he had bumped into was Batman, a chunk of green kryptonite in his hand. Jon stared at him in horror, then at Hood, who had crossed his arms, stepping back.
"Are you fucking kidding me!? You filthy rat!" Jon spat at him, unwillingly dropping from his levitation, his powers quickly draining.
"I'll let your brother know," Red Hood said with a small sigh.
Jon, anger flaring, lunged at him, only to be yanked backwards by Robin stepping on his cape, throwing him down to be lying flat on his back, a sword suddenly pressed to his throat.
"Hold still," Robin commanded, his voice silky compared to his older male companions.
Jon faintly noted the green dagger in his free hand, and knew that if he tried to fight, that would be going through his chest. He took a breath, putting his hands up by his head, and grinning lazily at Robin.
"Alright, handsome, you got me."
Robin ignored the quip, stepping forwards and knocking Jon out.
When Jon came to, it took him all of three seconds to realize his powers were still drained. He sat up off the cold stone floor he was laid on and looked around. He was sat inside a metal bar cage type cell, one side of it pressed into a wall that Jon realized was lead lined. The reason his drained powers became quickly obvious when he noticed the glowing green rocks placed outside the cell at every corner. Far enough away that they wouldn't kill him unless he approached, but close enough to keep him weakened.
His blood was boiling. How dare they.
He suddenly realized there was a person, sat about 8 feet from the front of the cell. They were sat on the floor, cross legged, eyes closed. The person, or rather Robin, had yet to noticed Jon had woken. Jon carefully walked over to the front, waiting to see if he would feel the stinging pain of being too close to his glowing green nemesis. When none came, he rested his forearms on the bars, knocking on one to get Robin's attention.
"Superman isn't stupid. He'll realize where I am when he can't find me."
Robin slowly opened his eyes, his domino mask still keeping them hidden.
" That is not Superman. And you are not Superboy. You are but pale imitations of what they used to be."
"Aw, come on, Rob. You know it's me."
Robin scoffed, looking up at the black and white clad man.
"Jonathan, you are nothing like the Superboy I worked with in my youth."
Jon grinned with his victory. So this was the same Robin he had known.
"Glad to know you haven't changed, Dames."
Damian Wayne sighed and reached up, pulling off his black eye mask, setting it beside him and looking up at Jon. Jon let out a small gasp, because holy shit. Damian was gorgeous. His black hair was styled to perfection, the quiff tall, similar to how Jon had known him when they were young. His piercing green eyes were scanning Jon. His face was somehow rugged and gorgeous at the same time, a few thick scars visible. They looked at each other for a moment before Jon spoke again.
"Bruce is still Batman?" He asked.
No response was a yes.
"Surprising. We were banking on Joker or Ra's finally canning him."
Jon grabbed onto the bars of the cell and stretched back, popping his back. God he really felt like passing out, but he wasn't gonna let Damian know that.
"So. What about you, pretty boy. I see bits and pieces of you in the news, but nothing that really clues me in on your life. Got a cute Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Finally unseated Tim for Wayne Enterprises major shareholder?"
Damian pushed himself up to a standing position, he crossed the distance to Jon's cell, reached inside and grabbed onto what little hold his bodysuit offered, yanking the Kryptonian forwards so his face was pressed to the bars. Damian leaned forwards to look him in the eyes, and Jon realized that he was still taller.
"You are the last person who deserves to know anything about my life. You were raised better then this Jon! What happened to the bright happy boy I used to know."
"Lex Luthor murdered my father, and I held my mother's dying body, helpless to do anything," Jon respond, voice going cold as he glared at Damian. "You have no idea what hell I've been through, Wayne."
"Oh boo hoo. The big blue baby has had a bad life. I grew up in hell itself. I wasn't allowed to be a child, because I was forced to be an assassin. At least you had your mother and father as a child. You are a disgrace to your father's name and do not deserve to wear his shield."
Damian poked Jon in the chest, right where the red S sat, and then pushed him away. Jon retaliated quickly, grabbing Damian by the front of his armor and yanking him forwards, slamming his head into the bars.
"I could end you so easily. You think I need my powers to kill? No. The whole world fears me. All I would have to do is tell them who you really are and you'd be as good as dead. Don't fucking cross me, Robin ."
Damian snapped his hand out, nailing Jon in the gut and causing him to let go.
"Enough!" A voice thundered.
Damian stepped away, turning to look behind him, as did Jon, his eyes focusing on the big dark figure of Batman, standing in the entry of whatever room of the batcave they had him tucked away in.
"What Superman and Superboy have done is enexcusable, but that does not make their trauma any less real then ours, Robin."
Damian dipped his head, looking at his feet. Batman focused on Jon.
"Your brother has made contact."
He tossed Damian something, a pair of handcuffs, Jon realized. Damian produced a key and unlocked the cell/cage, stepping in front of the doorway before Jon could escape. He handcuffed Jon, the metal tight and biting on his skin
"What the hell is this?!" Jon yelled as the skin being touched by the metal stung.
"Iron and kryptonite alloy. Not enough to kill you, or permanently injury, just enough to keep your powers down and keep you contained."
Jon stared at Bruce in horror, but allowed himself to be pushed forwards by Damian. He was led through the batcave, and noted that it was much different then he remembered, then remembered that he had heard something about Joker and Bane blowing the place up. They finally reached the section of the cave that was wide open, all the various bat themed vehicles off to one side, a sparing ring in the middle, and different acrobatic equipment to another side. Bruce and Damian just led him over to the huge monitor of the batcomputer. Bruce sat at it, tapping at it for a moment, before a video feed popped up.
On the screen was Conner, pacing back and forth. He looked stressed and his jaw was clenched tightly, Bruce cleared his throat to alert Conner and the man spun, relief instantly washing over his face when he saw Jon. Jon noted faintly that he was in the fortress, they rarely used the place except when they were interrogating someone or in moments like this.
"Kid! Jesus. Are you okay?!"
"Yeah, Kon. For the most part."
Conner whipped his glare to Bruce.
"No permanent harm has been done. I wouldn't stoop to that level, Kon-el," Batman explained lightly.
"What happened? Did Hood rat you out?" Kon returned to ignoring Bruce, questioning Jon instead.
"No, I don't think so. Just tripped the sensors and stuck around a little too long. They've gotten faster."
Damian snorted beside Jon, and he glanced over to see the man had replaced his mask.
"God, I would've killed him."
"I know."
Batman and Robin had both tensed at that, exchanging a look, then looking back up at Superman.
"What do you want for my brother, Batman?" Kon readressed Bruce, crossing his arms.
Bruce snorted, shaking his head.
"I'm not holding Superboy for ransom."
"You're not?" Jon asked at the same time Damian said-
"Wait, what?"
"I was unaware of his intentions in Gotham, especially since you broke our treaty without warning. So when he tripped the sensors I apprehended him in order to protect my city. Red Hood told me why he was here."
Conner didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow, glaring at Bruce.
"You're still going after Luthor?"
"Of course we are. You got a problem with that?"
"No. I cared about your father too-"
"Really? Then where have you been the past six years? Do you know how much easier shit would've been if you bats hadn't turned your back on us from the beginning?!" Conner snapped, getting closer to the screen. "I've done shit I never wanted to, just to keep my brother safe. Just to try to find a single lead on my father's murderer. And what did you do?! Sit in your pretty little cave and not concern yourself with the world outside your precious Gotham!"
"We never wanted to become the people we are now," Jon added softly, drawing Bruce's gaze.
"Why didn't you reach out to us?" Damian asked.
Conner scoffed and Jon just stared at him for a moment, then looked away, biting his lip, trying to quench the anger burning through him.
"Jon, no," Conner said, his voice firm, but concerned.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Damian?" Jon whipped back around to him, fully facing the shorter, slightly smaller man.
Damian stepped back in shock.
"I was 11 when my dad died! I shouldn't've had to reach out to anyone! Why the hell didn't you check on me?! You were my best friend! I needed you. And you didn't even come to his funeral!! You know who did come? Your friends. Your Teen Titans. They came and you know what they told me? You were too busy! Too busy saving the world, too busy with Gotham. Too busy being a rich entitled asshole!"
Jon was yelling now, and Damian was practically cowering away, looking like a dog who was being scolded.
"And you wanna know what's worse?! When my mom died, Jason and Roy came to the funeral! They checked up on us, and they told me the same thing! You were too busy! That's when I gave up. Gave up on you. Gave up hoping that you'd come and save me from what I was turning into. From the nightmare I was living in. Gave up hoping that there was anything else for me. Because you couldn't be bothered to even pay attention to those around you."
Jon felt years worth of buried anger escaping him, and if he hadn't been handcuffed, he would've swung at the green eyed man in front of him. But as was, he stepped up so their faces were just a few inches apart.
"So don't act like this is my fault. Like you're innocent in all this. Because you aren't, and I'm not going to let you forget it," he snarled.
Finally he stepped away, still glaring down at Damian. He heard a tired sigh from Conner and glanced up to see the man rubbing his temples.
"Are you done?" He asked, looking up and making eye contact with Jon.
"Yeah."
Both Damian and Bruce were still staring at Jon in shock. Conner just sighed, flopping down in a nearby chair.
"Bruce. I want my brother back."
"What? Oh. Yes. I'll have Robin drive him to the edge of town. His powers should be back enough by then for him to fly home."
"Good."
Conner leaned forwards to end the call.
"Kon-el. I'm willing to help you catch Luthor."
Conner froze, looking up at the screen.
"What."
"I'll work with you to find him, and apprehend him," Bruce said, stressing on the word apprehend. "You're right. I should've been helping you since the beginning."
Conner and Jon exchanged a look. And both knew what the other was thinking.
"Okay."
Bruce smiled. "I'll send Superboy back with what information I have and a way to contact us more directly."
"Alright. Jon… be safe."
"I will, Kon. Don't wait up, I'll let you know when I get home."
Conner nodded, moving to end the call.
"Love you, kid."
"Love you too."
The screen went black. No one spoke. Jon was doing his best to ignore the biting pain in his wrists. He just wanted to go home.
"Damian, uncuff him."
"Father-"
A quick glare silenced Damian's protest. He pulled out the small key and walked over to Jon, not looking him in the eyes as he undid the handcuffs and stepped away. Jon rubbed at his wrists, instantly feeling so much better as the kryptonite mix wasn't strong enough to affect him if it wasn't touching him. Bruce was doing something on the computer, and Jon started wandering away.
He could hear Damian following him. Which was understandable, they currently had a very shaky truce, and he wouldn't let a potential enemy into his house, or even the fortress. He walked around the main area, smiling as he realized that the Batcar was still the same model as he last remembered. He glanced around, seeing the cases of suits and started walking over, slowly walking past all of various ones still in use, Batman and Robin's currently missing. He made his way past all of the old Robin suits, stopping in front of Damian's old suit, the long black cloak pinned up around the tunic.
"I remember this one."
"I remember when you used to wear a zip up jacket and jeans with holes in them."
Jon glanced over to see Damian standing slightly behind and to the side of him, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Yeah… that was forever ago."
"Yes…. Admittedly this new uniform suits you much better."
"Thanks…"
There was a pause and then Damian stepped forwards so he was level with Jon, who was still looking at the old uniform. Jon could feel Damian's eyes on his face. He could also feel strength sapping back into his body, slowly, not enough to offer him anything as powerful as hypnokinesis, or ice-breath, but enough that in a bit he'd be able to fly.
"You won't settle for just catching Luthor, will you?" Damian asked finally.
"No. And even if I would, Kon won't. Luthor was a thorn in his side before this nightmare started, and now…" Jon shook his head slightly. "It's been six years and he's never stopped looking."
"We heard about your deal with Savage."
Jon snorted, looking over.
"I didn't agree to that. He didn't ask for my approval… I don't like making deals with villains, Damian. Especially not people like Savage, but…"
He shrugged, trailing off, turning to walk away. Then he stopped, thinking of something.
"When the Justice League came after us… why weren't you two there?"
Damian started walking, back towards Bruce, expecting Jon to follow. He wasn't disappointed.
"We were in a bad place. That wasn't long after Joker and Bane got in here, so we were rebuilding… I had suffered a broken arm in the explosion, Father had several broken ribs…." Damian shrugged. "We weren't even asked."
"Wait what? Didn't Bruce have like, security measures for if my dad went rogue."
"For Superman, yes. Measures that would work for a singular Kryptonian. We're not stupid, we know that we wouldn't be able to take out both you and Kon-el."
Jon didn't respond as they had reached Bruce, who turned and held a file out to Jon.
"This has all my leads and possible information about Luthor. I don't know what you guys have already heard or checked out, so I just gave you everything."
Jon nodded, taking the file, tucking it under his arm.
"And these…" Bruce held up two earpiece communication devices. "Will provide a direct link to the batcave. I will warn you, the second you activate them, we can track your location."
"Good to know."
Jon shoved them into the pocket sewn in his uniform. Bruce stuck his hand out, and Jon shook it.
"Jon… I'm sor-"
"Save it, Bruce. You lost your chance."
Jon pulled his hand away, turning and walking back to the batcar.
"We'll be in touch!" He called over his shoulder.
A half a minute later, and Damian was jogging down the steps to the car, somehow activating it and jumping in the driver's seat. Jon got in the passenger side, making sure his cape was safely inside before the lid shut. The drive to downtown was silent, neither Superboy or Robin talking. Jon had nothing left to say to Robin, as far as he was concerned, the man sitting in the vehicle next to him was as much as a stranger as if he picked up a random person off the streets of Gotham and struck up a conversation with them. Robin was staring straight out the window as he leapfrogged through traffic. The tension was crackling in the air, thick enough Jon could've cut through it with a knife. But he didn't do anything to relieve it.
When they finally reached Gotham bay, Jon could feel his normal strength had returned, even without sunbathing. The second Robin had opened the roof of the batcar, he floated up, levitating a few feet off the ground, watching Robin jump out of the car and turn to face him.
"Superboy."
"What?" Jon raised an eyebrow, making sure the papers in the file were secure so he wouldn't lose anything on the flight home.
". . . You know you don't have to keep doing things this way, right? You can change, become a hero again. If anyone knows anything about that, it's me."
Superboy sighed and shook his head, dropping so he was only a foot off the ground.
"Rob. Life doesn't work like that for me, not anymore. You think things can go back to how they were? Kon and I've got too many fingers in too many pies, I back off… stop ruling by fear… more people are gonna start losing their lives. More then do now with how we operate."
Damian frowned light, reaching an arm out to lightly touch Jon's shoulder. He didn't shrug it off, despite his initial urges to slug Robin.
"Yes you can, Jon. I know for a fact you can."
Robin almost looked sad, but he pulled his hand away and stepped back.
"Take care, Superboy. I hope you find Luthor."
Jon nodded and turned, shooting into the air and taking back off to Metropolis, relishing in the feeling of his power rushing through him, the air past his face and body.
It took him a few hours to get back to the house, he landed on the back porch and walked through the door, into the kitchen. As promised, all the lights were off, and since it was almost two am, he assumed that meant Conner had gone to bed. He placed the file and comms on the kitchen counter, locked all the doors and then walked up the stairs, stopping in front of Conner's door, gently knocking on it before opening it.
"Kon, its me."
The man was out of bed in a flash, hugging Jon tightly. Just as quickly he pulled away, scanning the teen.
"Are you okay? They didn't hurt you?"
"No…. No I'm fine, Kon."
Conner breathed a sigh of relief, ruffling Jon's hair. Then he frowned.
"Are… are you okay?"
"Yes! I'm fine!"
Conner stepped away, flicking on the light beside his bed. Jon wasn't surprised to see he was just wearing boxers. He turned back to Jon, crossing his arms.
"Then why do you sound upset."
Jon sighed, walking a few steps to sit on Conner's bed. His brother sat beside him, waiting patiently.
"Bats brought up bad memories."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you to go."
"Stop that. I knew the dangers as much as you did."
Conner sighed, tugging Jon into a side hug.
"I know… look, let's just go to bed, okay? Let's talk in the morning."
"Okay, Kon."
Jon let Kon kiss him on the head before standing and walking to.the door, closing it behind him. He walked to his room, changing out of his uniform. He took a quick shower and crashed in bed, hoping he would actually get a dreamless night for once.