"Super Sons: Found Family"

Chapter 1: When i Grew Up….

Wayne Manor

Gotham City

8:48 Pm.

Jon Kent, Son of Superman, was currently in anguish. He was extremely, EXTREMELY bored. He was laying on his best friend, Damian's, Bed. his arms were stretched out, and he sighed greatly.

"Damian?" asked Jon.

"Yes?" Damian replied sternly.

"Can you give me a hug?" said Jon adorably.

"Why?" asked Damian.

"Because I said so." said Jon in a fake intimidating voice.

This melted Damian's heart, he couldn't resist. Jon and Damian had known each other for years, they had become fast friends, and it only took about 32 arguments. Jon had counted. He was 14, Damian was 17, and somehow Jon was still taller. This fact had always been something that had made Damian annoyed. Even through everything they had been through, they still had an extremely close bond, something the both of them cherished deeply.

Damian's room was small but cozy, with a fireplace across the room, straight in front of the end of Damian's bed. Another bed was a few feet away from Damian's, Since Jon stayed over so often. Wayne Manor was an old home, a very cozy one. Jon loved to stay there with Damian. A lot of his most fond memories were made in this house. Damian was working at his desk to the far end of the room, to the left of Jon. he was typing something, and Jon didn't really care what. Jon was already in his pajamas, a gray t-shirt and black shorts. Damian was dressed in a gray long sleeve Shirt and Black Suit Pants. The window in front of Damian was open, and the light reflected off of his dark skin beautifully. Jon loved the way Damian looked contrasted with the light of the night sky.

Damian sighed and got up from his desk. Jon moved closer, and embraced his best friend without even hesitating. Damian then returned the favor. The both of them stood, embracing each other for what seemed like ages. For a moment, Jon felt like he had been carried away. He loved being this close with Damian, it made him feel unexplainable things. He had been close with Damian for ages, but now that he had grown a bit, he started to understand his own feelings a bit more, he understood what he felt for Damian, more than he ever had in the past. His feelings for Damian were very long and complicated, and not exactly something simple, that he could just talk about normally. Jon continued to relish this moment until Damian pulled away.

"There, are you satisfied now?" asked Damian.

"Very much so." replied Jon.

Jon thought he saw Damian have the smallest hint of a grin as he turned around and continued working. He felt so much better. Being close with Damian just brought a flood of Positive emotions. He couldn't stop thinking about the absolute pleasure he felt when thinking about his friend. God, after close moments like that he could barely stop thinking about Damian. Jon was back to laying on Damian's bed. He took out his phone and opened the camera. A mischievous smile appeared on his face. He had quite the idea. A quite EVIL idea if he so thought. Jon looked at Damian, who was so caught up in his work, he probably wouldn't notice a thing.

Jon was just about to snap a picture of Damian when he realized. He didn't turn off the Camera Flash.

"Fuck me." Jon thought.

"Tt." said Damian.

Damian breathed in Loudly. Jon was frightened about what was going to happen.

"Kent?" Damian said quietly.

"Yes?" replied Jon softly.

Damian stood up, and turned to face Jon. From Jon's Point of View, Damian seemed like the Terminator. Jon quickly attempted to scramble himself off Damian's bed and out of the room, but he was tackled, and pinned to the ground, in what seemed like an instant.

Damian laughed maniacally as he and Jon wrestled for Control of the Phone. Jon felt defenseless. His glasses slipped off, and He then realized Damian was basically straddling him, and the worst thing to ever possibly happen occured. Jon's Brain did the unthinkable, and his hormone induced teenage senses gave in. Fe felt something throbbing in his pants.

"Oh my fuck." Jon thought.

He used his kryptonian power to grab Damian by the hips, and fling him onto his bed across the room in a quick movement. Jon then swiftly Grabbed his Glasses, turned right, and ran into the Very Fancy Bathroom that was connected to the room. Jon slammed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, that was intense." he said.

He reached in his pockets.

"Ahh shit." he said.

His phone was nowhere to be found.

After a few minutes and much prep talking to himself, Jon walked out of the Bathroom. Damian had already changed into his Red Pajamas, and was about to lay down.

"Your Phone's on your Bed, Kent." said Damian, coyly.

Damian grinned and layed down, facing away from Jon.

"Goodnight." he said.

Jon was super confused but happy that Damian didn't make his little "accident" into a big deal. He loved that about Damian, he wasn't a bad person, as many people might think. In fact, he was an extremely kind one, especially around Jon. he had seen Damian grow from an angry 13 year old to a more mature and understanding person. He was so happy he was able to help Damian through all of the rough instances he had experienced since they met. Jon was so happy to have a friend like Damian.

Jon layed down, and turned the lamp next to him off.

"Goodnight." whispered Jon.

"Goodnight Jon." Replied Damian.

This simple thing, this simple sentence meant everything to Jon. Damian was never one for letting himself be relaxed around people, and he was always super formal, but him doing something as simple as saying his name casually made everything worth it to him. Jon now felt so happy, his spirits couldn't be higher. But even then, he had an idea. The room was dark, and Jon felt really cold, especially from the breeze coming from the open window above Damian's desk.

"Hey, Damian?" whispered Jon.

"Yeah?" Damian replied weakly.

"Can i lay with you? It's really cold in here and I can't sleep." said Jon softly.

Damian sat up, and looked over at his Best Friend. Damian thought he looked adorable with his glasses off.

"Are you ok?" asked Damian worriedly.

"Yeah, i'm ok." replied Jon.

"Ok, you can come over here." replied Damian hesitantly.

"Thank You." said Jon.

Jon got up from bed, and Damian opened his blankets enough for Jon to lay comfortably with Him. just as he was about to lay down, Damian extended his hand and topped him.

"There are ground rules." said Damian.

Jon looked at Damian with a very annoyed expression.

"What are they?" replied Jon.

"We do not, and I repeat, DO NOT face each other or have close physical contact." said Damian.

"Ok." replied Jon.

He then crawled in the bed and got cozy. He reached his arms around Damian, and put his head right in Damian's neck. Just the complete opposite of what Damian had just told him.

"Jon…." said Damian.

"Shhh. Shut up. Just enjoy this." replied Jon.

Damian huffed and accepted his fate.

Jon got super comfortable, and Smiled as much as he possibly could. This was one of the best nights of his life. Damian had never let him do anything like this before, and he was so happy his friend would let them be closer.

He loved Damian, not just as friends. It took Jon a long time to realize that. He could never articulate his real feelings until recently.

He and Damian had gone walking in a park in Metropolis with Titus and Krypto one sunny afternoon, about 3 months ago. They had gotten lunch, and sat under the shade on a nice park bench. Damian had started to give most of his food to the dogs. Jon really admired that, he admired Damian's heart, his soul, his presence, his whole being. He realized very abruptly, that he loved him. He didn't even know why his feelings just exploded within him, but all he knew at this moment, that he was the closest he had ever been with who he saw as his soulmate.

The Next Morning, Jon woke up alone. Damian was gone, and all he saw was a note on his own bed.

Sorry for Leaving -Damian

"Yep. that's him alright." thought Jon.