#Jonathan Samuel Kent

[tarta-de-limon]

Damian trying on Jon's glasses for the first time and Jon is just like "god dammit... he's still pretty" like it genuinely frustrates him lol

I had to draw it, it's valentine's day!!!🗣️💖✋‼️

I'm trying a new art style too. Well, idk if it's different enough from my usual art style to be considered a new art style but...

Yeah.

[yhroa]

Bathtub🌹

[suzukiblu]

Day seven of February’s second weekly WIP behind the cut, final day ( and still TECHNICALLY in before midnight!! ); “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Well, we’ve arrived at your final resting place, Mr. Kent and young Mr. Kent,” Alfred informs them mildly as he turns off into the driveway up to Wayne Manor, which absolutely cannot actually be the local Bruce Wayne’s actual base of operations. Kon doesn’t care if the dude thinks he’s a version of Clark, there is no Batman who would just bring a couple of strange Kryptonians home without at least locking some blue K on them, whether one of them is a scared ten year-old or not, and the local blue kryptonite won’t even work on them! 

Except the moment the car stops in front of the front door and he can focus his TTK without the wheels spinning blurring anything, he absolutely can in fact feel the Batcave and all the connected cave systems that are sprawling underneath the place and clearly, like, functional and active. 

Really, he could feel that even through the wheels, they weren’t going anywhere near fast enough to actually blur his senses, but he just assumed he was somehow hallucinating that or something. Except he is definitely not, because he definitely does feel it. His X-ray vision is blocked by lead-heavy mineral deposits and there’s soundproofing and temperature control in the way of his super-hearing and infrared vision and knowing Batman there’s probably some random magic shit he got Zatanna to set up mixed in there, but his TTK can still feel a very obvious Batcave down there without even trying. 

Which, like–TTK is not really a power most people know to plan for or know how to plan for, given it’s basically just him and Match who have any remotely-developed versions of it and Match’s is kinda fucked-up with some of the degradation issues and all, and even red sun and kryptonite don’t totally cancel it out–plus those both have to be directed at him to do anything anyway, not his TTK itself–so like, yeah, in a reality where he maybe does not even actually exist–apparently does not even actually exist–prooooobably the local Batman did not ever solve that particular puzzle, no. 

This is definitely a trap. This has gotta be a trap. 

Alfred gets out and opens the car door for them with a polite incline of his head and Kon gets absolutely zero bad vibes off him, and has literally no idea what the fuck is going on with this weird-ass reality. 

“Okayyyyy,” he says slowly, and gets out of the car. Jon gets out behind him and grabs the back of his jacket, pressing up close against his back. Alfred closes the door; gives them both a pleasant little smile. 

“Allow me to get the door,” he says as he heads for said door, and also: “Earl Grey or oolong?” 

“Assam,” Kon says at the exact same time as Jon–zero percent surprisingly–says “Ceylon,” because all else aside, that was absolutely a test. Alfred never serves a guest Earl Grey unless he wants them to fuck off immediately and can’t be trusted to make oolong without putting milk in it, which is a crime against a drink that Kon doesn’t even particularly like but also a crime that he absolutely cannot handle right now. 

“Of course, sirs,” Alfred says, sparing them both a briefly thoughtful look before opening the door and holding it for them. Kon doesn’t really know what to take from that; did the guy expect something different? 

. . . actually, what does Clark drink when he comes over, Kon genuinely does not even know, he has been in the Batcave maybe four or five times max, and basically every single one was an apocalypse-level scenario that Batman was not actually on-planet for, except for the one time it was an apocalypse-level scenario that Kon was the only Kryptonian-class heavy-hitter who was League-vetted on-planet for. Which sure had been . . . an experience, as an experience. Like, a very weird and annoying and frustrating experience. Also Luthor’d already hacked his comms earlier that day to say some snide bullshit and try to boss him around about how to deal with said apocalypse, so that hadn’t really helped with his mood at the time either. 

But yeah, either way, he’s definitely never drunk Bat-tea with Clark. He’s pretty sure he’s only seen the dude drink coffee or whatever Ma’s got the kettle, in fact. So like, god knows what Alfred’s even thinking right now, because given Kon’s luck he either picked the exact thing Clark always drinks or something Clark just straight-up fucking hates. 

Probably the latter, given, again, Kon’s luck. 

This is totally a Bat-trap and they are totally gonna die here and he is totally gonna be embarrassed as fuck about it, he thinks resignedly, and then just heads into the manor with Jon still basically clinging to his back and seeming nervous again. 

“Thanks, man,” he says to Alfred, and then feels–

Oh, okay. That’s actually even weirder, Kon thinks, and tips back his head to blink up at the landing at the top of the entryway stairs where a presumably-local-but-who-knows Dick Grayson is leaning over the railing with a delighted grin on his face along with the “even weirder” sight that is a Jason standing next to him and squinting down at them speculatively. Like, a Jason in civilian clothes and the actual manor, not in vigilante-grade kevlar and the Batcave.  And like, he’s a lot less ripped than Kon’s version of the dude–like way more slender and maybe even a few inches shorter, which: what the fuck?–but he’s undeniably a Jason Todd. 

Also his hair’s black? Like. Fully black, no white streak or anything? 

So yeah, weird, Kon notes. 

Alright, well, maybe somebody’ll explain why there’s a Jason Todd who’s apparently willingly here to him after the local Batman shows up so he can explain himself to the whole Bat-belfry at once as opposed to having to go through multiple repeats of the same information and also, again, just in case this reality or this Bruce Wayne happen to be clone-racists or what the fuck ever or just have any opinions about “biological determinism” or any bullshit like that. Because that is still very much a conversation he wants to have in person and not–

“Oh my god, has Dad seen you yet?” Dick asks with a gleeful cackle, leaning even farther forward over the railing, and Kon blinks, a little startled. 

“You call him Dad?” he asks in reflexive bemusement, and Dick snickers at the question and folds his arms on the railing with an artful shrug. 

“Well, not in front of Vicki Vale and her peers or anyone with a recording device, but yeah,” he replies easily. “Take it your personal reality’s a couple decades behind ours, though.” 

“Actually–” Kon starts, though he has literally no idea how he’s gonna finish, but Jason’s already leaning forward too, bracing his hands on the rail and wrinkling his nose with a dubious expression. 

“Jesus fuck, who let twunk Uncle Clark wear designer?” he snorts. 

. . . okay then. 

“My date to the gala I was at before the multiverse got drunk and fell off its ass bought it for me,” Kon replies incredibly, incredibly dryly. Dick and Jason both blink in their own obvious bemusement, their heads cocking in opposite directions. 

“Your date bought it for you,” Dick repeats slowly. “For a Gotham gala.” 

“Yeah,” Kon says. 

“How the fuck did Aunt Lo afford that getup?” Jason asks, looking even more bemused. 

“She did not,” Kon says, because fuck it, whatever. “Like, Lois is cool and all but I could not handle her. Also, she is very, very married to both her Pulitzer and her husband. But my boyfriend's love language is 'spending his vast family fortune on unnecessary amounts of gift-giving', so like, not so much a concern?” 

“Your boyfriend?” Jason repeats incredulously, and Jon frowns in confusion and peers up at Kon’s face. 

“You’re not dating Mom yet?” he asks. “Mom married somebody? And you date–boys? That’s, like–okay?” 

“It is very okay, actually, but I reiterate: I am not Superman,” Kon says with a sigh as he gives the kid’s head a heavy pat, given it’s about the eightieth time he’s said it by now. “But also I don't wanna explain myself to every single Bat in the belfry one by one, so could we maybe convene somewhere and I can riff up a metaphorical Power Point or something?” 

“Uncle Clark, are you dating our dad?” Dick demands, looking torn between further delight and low-key horror. Kon stares at him. 

Alright, he probably brought that one on himself, considering. 

[spider-jaysart]

A special Valentine's edit for all the Damijon lovelies out there💖 :>

And a doodle to complete it hehe (not colored or anything, because I'm definitely not getting that done quick today lmao)

Happy Valentine's day everyone!!💕🥰💕

Og version below the cut

[embracedbythesea]

Happy Valentine's Day!

[hamstersawyer]

To me biblically accurate Jondami is them constantly insulting each other and arguing/fighting but it's also painfully obvious to everyone around them how in love they are.

[kal8elle]

Superman: Son of Kal-El 15 (2022)

[anyknotrants]

-after Damian turned 16, at the family dinner-

Bruce: so... Damian, do you remember the Oreov girl you met at the gala last week?

Damian: *looks up* yes

Bruce: what do you think of her...?

Dick: *tries not to laugh*

Tim: *fails not to laugh*

Steph: *doesn't even try not to laugh*

Damian: she was... acceptable, if a bit annoying, why do you ask?

Tim: He's trying to set you up!

Batkids -Damian: *laughs*

Damian: *stares blankly*

Bruce: of course, you don't hav-

Damian: father, are you unaware that I'm in a committed relationship?

Duke, Tim and Dick: *choke on their food*

Steph: *chokes on her drink*

Cass: *smiles*

Batkids: WHAT?!

Bruce: ... I-....

Jason: *laughs so hard he almost falls from his chair* oh Jesus Christ! The world's best detectives at their finest!

Dick: you knew? And you didn't tell me?!

Jason: where the fuck do you think he went almost every fucking friday?

Bruce: *turns to Damian* I- I though you were having sleepover with Jon

Damian: I was.

Dick: but you just-

Batfam: *stops all their movememnt as they realize*

Jason: *actually falls from his chair laughing*

Bruce: JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT!

-over at the Kent farm, also having family dinner-

Jon, who heard Bruce shout his name: I feel like I'm going to get murdered by a bat in my sleep

Clark, who was also listening in: right after you explain why I had to find out you're dating Damian throught their family dinner

Jon: hehe... fuck

[spicy-apple-pie]

The Al Ghuls have a family curse of falling is live with pathetic men.

Commission Info / Kofi

[spidey-webs]

I've seen ten billion arts of the Bats being cool and scary in the dark which I do love BUT

HOW COME I NEVER SEE ART ALONG THE LINES OF THIS??????

this is way scarier holy shit

[pechaghtlecha]

Hah, was on mood lol

[tarta-de-limon]

Miku fan.

Edit: with a future Miku collection.

[yhroa]

🍟

[suzukiblu]

Day six of February’s second weekly WIP behind the cut; “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“We’re gonna die,” Jon mumbles glumly, sinking down low in his seat and covering his face completely. Kon just kinda . . . pats the kid’s head. Because, like–yeah, they totally are. It was too late the moment Rita slid into the local Bruce Wayne’s DMs for them, or whatever she actually did. 

Welp, so much for surviving the interdimensional crisis du jour. 

“We might not,” Kon says anyway. “I dunno, maybe he’ll just lock us up.” 

“My dad is gonna be so disappointed if I get Batman-ed,” Jon groans, and Kon wrinkles his nose in bewilderment. 

“What, seriously?” he asks incredulously. “Has your dad met any Batmen? Like, even one? Literally everyone has gotten Batman-ed at some point, including Batman.” 

Jon lets out a startled-sounding giggle, then peers over the top of his hands at him, still half-hiding his grin with them. 

“I mean, I guess,” he says. “My Robin said our Batman tried to put, like, a backup personality in his own head or something? In case he ever went evil? But then, like, the backup personality was worse? Nightwing was real mad about it. Actually, um, I think basically everybody was. Like . . . yeah, pretty much everybody.” 

“Yeah, that sounds very Batman,” Kon agrees with a snort. “Does the contingency plans to a fault, every time.” 

“Robin tries to do that too, it is so dumb,” Jon says, rolling his eyes. “One time he pretended to be my bus driver, the weirdo.” 

“So he got you, huh,” Kon says, and can’t help the smirk he gives the kid. Jon turns red, then puffs his cheeks out with an indignant expression. “So like, how’s that X-ray vision comin’ in, Jonno?” 

“I don’t X-ray my bus driver!” Jon protests. “Who X-rays their bus driver?! What if I give him, like, alien cancer or something?!” 

“The X-ray vision is not actually an X-ray thing, you realize,” Kon says wryly, and Jon blushes darker. 

“I mean yeah, but still!” he says. “Like how often is your bus driver Batman?!” 

“I honestly would not expect to have noticed if he ever was,” Kon replies frankly. “Unless our Robin ratted him out to me, anyway.” 

Jon giggles again, sounding startled again too. Just–surprised, maybe. Personally Kon thinks he’s a lot more surprised about this, since the kid has yet to notice he shouldn’t give a shit he exists. Like–seriously, he just shouldn’t. 

He just . . . he doesn’t really know what the kid’s thinking here, is all. Not even a little bit. Which, like–he’s literally never once known what Jon was thinking, but . . .

[spider-jaysart]

A necessary edit after the recent pic tease from the Harley Quinn show

Tofu is seriously offensive to the Kryptonian stomach, so Jon is fr hurting in that bathroom rn lmao and Damian with his non stop typing is NOT helping haha

Og below the cut

[embracedbythesea]

They are so silly and beautiful. Thanks for give me what I want, Wayne Family Adventures