[ theres no way he'd actually just barge in right? clark kent would raise a more polite kid than that right? and he lives in maurita fucking falls this is no place for a tiny superpowered child. ]
( don't forget where the other half of his genes come from, damian. lois lane may be superman's other half but when she gets determined enough--
well. he definitely isn't just clark's kid. and he has no intentions of just letting damian ignore him for forever, either. there's a rap of knuckles against damian's window, the bright red cape draped over his shoulders and a massive garbage bag full of tubs of ice cream thrown over his shoulder.
not bursting in, but he definitely tracked damian down. )
no. nope. damian just stands up and walks over to the window, looking at this tiny little half-alien. clark kent's actual biological flesh and bone child, who grew up in a world where that was allowed to happen. he should probably let him in, hear him out. learn something about what could have been.
but pulls the blinds down and goes back to what he was doing before. ]
( wow what a buttface. after all they've done and been through together and this is how he gets treated. he sees how it is.
but this is an entirely different damian with a different background and different things that he's got going on. jon gets it. kind of sort of. which is also why he doesn't let damian being a buttface put him off any. he's got the strength to easily just force his way through the window, or break through a door lock, or--whatever. but he doesn't. he takes a breath instead.
and sits down on the window ledge, back to one side of it and sneakers pressing up against the other side. holds the bag of ice cream in one hand while he starts sifting through it. )
Oh man, guess I'll have to sit out here all by myself and eat alllll of this alone.
ugh. but he can't - ugh. fine. whatever, he's opening the fucking window so this snot-nosed goblin can get in and muck up his immaculately (extremely spartan) room. ]
--oh, thanks! ( almost surprised, but the smile on his lips says something different when jon swings his legs in over the ledge and stands himself up straight, offers a spoon over to damian as soon as he's got his feet planted on the ground. )
( fine, fine, whatever. he'll just sit himself down on the ground right here, bag between legs and start pulling out tubs of ice cream. leftovers from his parttime job, but they still look nice.
because of course they do, they're ice cream. jon himself grabs onto the mint chocolate chip one, shoves a spoon into it and shovels it into his mouth. )
This whole world was just falling apart, wasn't it?
( quieter, attention focused on the conversation rather than. the giant potential mess he's working on in front of him. )
People were fighting on whether or not to throw a couple kids in as sacrifices. Everything was going crazy. Heck, everything is still kind of crazy. And I guess it's not the craziness that really bothers me? Dad and I got stuck on a island full of dinosaurs, once. Damian and I got stuck someplace else, too. But here it's--just me and Kara. And I love Kara, but we never really got to spend a lot of time together before either.
( damian asked. )
I miss my family and my friends and Krypto and Metropolis and Hamilton. Nothing here is going to bring any of that back, I know that. I'm not dumb. And you're not my Damian, obviously. But that doesn't make me delusional either. You're still a Damian Wayne. And I can tell, ( back to the spoon in hand, even if he's not shoving it into the ice cream pile now. ) that maybe you keep pushing and saying you don't want friends and you don't want to hang out or whatever, but you don't like this any more than me. Maybe it's for different reasons, I don't know. But you're lonely, too.
So unless you like, can actually say you hate me and never want me around ever again, I figure we can be a little less lonely if we hang out together.
[ He can't say he hates him. But he also doesn't know what the hell to do with him. Part of him knows this must be some kind of jealousy - of his world, of who his father is. And part of him knows that's absolutely ridiculous. ]
The world didn't fall apart and nobody died. What's not to like about that?
I'm not a baby. And it's not like I can't do stuff on my own, but--
( look if damian wanted to tell him off jon already gave him the perfect opening to. so he'll just keep going. )
I've never been on my own this long before. And I'm getting really homesick. So it's great that nothing fell apart and nobody died! I'd never say it wasn't--but I wish everything got fixed and there was a way to get back home too.
[ Tough. Get used to it, this is the real world without somebody to protect you.
That's what he wants to say. That's what he figures he should say. Instead, he glances over at the kid. This kid who was permitted to be safe and sheltered from everything.
But he can't think of anything to say that isn't hostile. So instead he focuses on bending some armor back into place. ]
This is where you say something like ( clearing his throat to do his best damian™ impression. ) Suck it up, Kent. When I was four Mother left me in a jungle for a month with only a knife and told me to survive.
( waving his spoon towards damian, before he shoves it back into the ice cream tub. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:43 am (UTC)I'm just not five.
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:54 am (UTC)Five tubs it is
( GIVE HIM A MINUTE, he's got tiny arms and a lot of things to carry. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-22 07:00 am (UTC)well. he definitely isn't just clark's kid. and he has no intentions of just letting damian ignore him for forever, either. there's a rap of knuckles against damian's window, the bright red cape draped over his shoulders and a massive garbage bag full of tubs of ice cream thrown over his shoulder.
not bursting in, but he definitely tracked damian down. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:02 am (UTC)wow.
no. nope. damian just stands up and walks over to the window, looking at this tiny little half-alien. clark kent's actual biological flesh and bone child, who grew up in a world where that was allowed to happen. he should probably let him in, hear him out. learn something about what could have been.
but pulls the blinds down and goes back to what he was doing before. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:06 am (UTC)but this is an entirely different damian with a different background and different things that he's got going on. jon gets it. kind of sort of. which is also why he doesn't let damian being a buttface put him off any. he's got the strength to easily just force his way through the window, or break through a door lock, or--whatever. but he doesn't. he takes a breath instead.
and sits down on the window ledge, back to one side of it and sneakers pressing up against the other side. holds the bag of ice cream in one hand while he starts sifting through it. )
Oh man, guess I'll have to sit out here all by myself and eat alllll of this alone.
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:17 am (UTC)Can you not take a hint, runt?
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:18 am (UTC)( or more like, he's getting what damian's throwing but also. jon's already decided what he wanted to do anyway. )
It'd be way easier if you'd just let me inside.
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:20 am (UTC)ugh. but he can't - ugh. fine. whatever, he's opening the fucking window so this snot-nosed goblin can get in and muck up his immaculately (extremely spartan) room. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:25 am (UTC)I brought you one, too.
( for the ice cream. spoons are very important. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:51 am (UTC)[ UGH.
whatever, he's fixing some of this damaged armor plating. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:59 am (UTC)because of course they do, they're ice cream. jon himself grabs onto the mint chocolate chip one, shoves a spoon into it and shovels it into his mouth. )
So why do you live here, of all places?
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:01 am (UTC)It's where I was assigned, obviously.
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:02 am (UTC)( all of this is going to melt on damian's floor eventually. you're welcome. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:03 am (UTC)Well, I don't.
[ ugh. ]
What do you want?
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:05 am (UTC)What do you mean?
( because he already got what he wanted, thanks. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:06 am (UTC)[ His voice is stiff, more than a little irritated. ]
I'm not your Damian and you don't exist in my world. Whatever you're hoping for here is just delusional.
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:22 am (UTC)( quieter, attention focused on the conversation rather than. the giant potential mess he's working on in front of him. )
People were fighting on whether or not to throw a couple kids in as sacrifices. Everything was going crazy. Heck, everything is still kind of crazy. And I guess it's not the craziness that really bothers me? Dad and I got stuck on a island full of dinosaurs, once. Damian and I got stuck someplace else, too. But here it's--just me and Kara. And I love Kara, but we never really got to spend a lot of time together before either.
( damian asked. )
I miss my family and my friends and Krypto and Metropolis and Hamilton. Nothing here is going to bring any of that back, I know that. I'm not dumb. And you're not my Damian, obviously. But that doesn't make me delusional either. You're still a Damian Wayne. And I can tell, ( back to the spoon in hand, even if he's not shoving it into the ice cream pile now. ) that maybe you keep pushing and saying you don't want friends and you don't want to hang out or whatever, but you don't like this any more than me. Maybe it's for different reasons, I don't know. But you're lonely, too.
So unless you like, can actually say you hate me and never want me around ever again, I figure we can be a little less lonely if we hang out together.
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:28 am (UTC)The world didn't fall apart and nobody died. What's not to like about that?
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:34 am (UTC)( look if damian wanted to tell him off jon already gave him the perfect opening to. so he'll just keep going. )
I've never been on my own this long before. And I'm getting really homesick. So it's great that nothing fell apart and nobody died! I'd never say it wasn't--but I wish everything got fixed and there was a way to get back home too.
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:38 am (UTC)That's what he wants to say. That's what he figures he should say. Instead, he glances over at the kid. This kid who was permitted to be safe and sheltered from everything.
But he can't think of anything to say that isn't hostile. So instead he focuses on bending some armor back into place. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 05:35 pm (UTC)( waving his spoon towards damian, before he shoves it back into the ice cream tub. )
And then I tell you that's terrible, no way.
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Date: 2019-11-30 07:08 am (UTC)[ Is he making a joke? Who knows. His expression isn't betraying anything. ]
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