Fly High, Superboy!- A Super Sons Fanfiction

Busted?

It was Saturday morning. They had made back before 6 that morning. Luckily, they hadn't been caught- they thought?

Jon walked down the stairs, behind Damian.

"'morning, mom." Jon said, stretching. He grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes and pulled out 2 bowls.

Lois turned away, looking away from the tv as she said good morning. The screen flickered away, changing to the news channel.

In breaking news last night, an armed robbery was thwarted by-

The boys panicked. Jon dropped a bowl on the ground, sending shards across the kitchen floor. "Gosh darn!" He yelled.

Damian took the queue to rush in and turn off the television. He came back to help Mrs. Kent pick up the shards of the bowl.

"I'm so sorry, ma." Jon apologized. He looked up and met Damian's gaze. He widened his eyes. Mrs. Kent's phone was on the table and the news station app popped up.

DING *Who were the two young heroes last night...

Damian dropped down to the floor on his knees. Mrs. Kent sat up. "Okay, I think that's everything."

Jon had her phone in his hand and violently shook his head.

"Oh- I think I see another piece. It looks really sharp but I can get it? Do you see it? Under the table?"

Damian looked up to see that Jon was fiddling with the phone.

"No, I don't think there's anything else."

Jon put the phone back down, quickly.

"Ah- you're right." Damian sighed. "It must have been my imagination. I'm probably just hungry."

Mrs. Kent laughed. "Okay, Damian. Jon- make some breakfast."

Jon nodded and took the milk out of the fridge and grabbed another bowl. They ate their cereal in post-panic silence. Damian looked at the cereal box.

"What is this?"

"You don't like it?"

"I asked what it was."

Jon swallowed. "Frosted Flakes." 

Damian was silent for a minute. "They're fucking delicious."

Jon laughed. "The're pretty darn good."

Damian's gaze dropped. "Jon. You can say whatever you want- they're just words."

"Motherf-"

"JON." Mrs. Kent warned from the other room.

Jon coughed. "Mother, father, and I are a very happy family."

"Nice cover." Damian laughed.

When they finished breakfast, they went out to do some of Jon's chores.

"Here." Jon said as they sat on the porch. "I grew out of these boots so they should fit you."

"Thanks." Damian sighed. He got it- he was short.

Jon pulled on his boots. "Chores aren't so bad."

"I know." Damian said. "I have a cow."

Jon smiled. "Yeah, BatCow. I met him shortly before kicking you in the stomach."

Damian frowned. "Yep."

They walked out to the barn and let the goats out. They mucked out the horse's stall and climbed over the fence to pet the neighbor's cows. They spent an hour just sitting on the fence posts, talking.

"So we're moving to Metropolis soon." Jon said. "I'm going to be at a new school."

"Are you excited?" Damian asked.

Jon bit his cheek and thought for a second. "Yes and no. Yes because I will make new friends and no because I'll be losing my old friends."

"Real friends never leave." Damian said. He was silent for a second. "Not that I would fucking know."

Jon sighed. "Okay, D. I'll tell."

"What?"

"Do you want to know what I picked up with super-hearing?"

"Do tell."

"Our parents want to send us to private school." Jon sighed.

Damian jumped off of the fence. "Are you serious?! I could teach the classes!"

Jon jumped down, too and walked with an upset Damian to the barn. "I think maybe it's just to introduce you to... normal."

"Normal?!" Damian spat. "I am plenty 'normal'."

Jon raised his eyebrows and stopped. "Are you serious?"

Damian had nothing to say and hesitated. "I mean, I trained kids my own age under the League of Assassins."

"Have you ever had friends?" Jon asked.

Damian sighed. "I guess not but I don't need them."

"Everyone needs a friend."