#jon and damian

[tarta-de-limon]

I had to join 💀

I don't think you want to see him again, Dami...

Edit: I FORGOT THE "INTO A COOKIE" NOOO

[mikeluciraphgabe]

🦅 here

Part 14 master-post

[monophobix]

dc stop taking dick and damian’s friends to make them jason and tim’s friends instead challenge

[rickroll-25]

Damian and Jon having a sleepover just seemed cute to me

[platitudinalteen]

(Can we talk about the small intimacies in my wip please? I recently realized how much I love using tiny details of affection in my work and I need someone to care about this as much as I do, lol.)

"Jon ran his fingers through Damian's hair softly, letting him rest."

"Damian used Jon's shoulder as leverage while standing up."

"Jon ran his thumb over the small scar on Damian's neck as he sat down next to him."

"Damian closed his eyes, resting his head on Jon's shoulder for a moment."

"Jon interlocked their hands underneath the table."

"Damian held his thumb firmly over Jon's pulse, feeling the beat of his heart calm down."

"Jon breathed a sigh of relief, melting into Damian as they pressed their foreheads together."

"Damian brushed his fingertips along Jon's jaw line softly as he slept."

[galadrail]

Okay so here some post/tag I found accurate for damijon :

I still have a lot more for damian and Jon (and for damijon too) but tumblr don't want me to post more pic so yeah just take this

[corvusuwak]

supersons <3333

[myriaeden]

Jon Kent x Damian Wayne Lockscreens

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[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: Mission ImPAWsible

Super Sons Week 2023 Day Three: Animal Lovers

Summary:

Titus and Krypto love their boys, but sometimes they need a little push.

i.e. Jon makes Damian happy, everyone sees it, and then they get into a fight and its up to their loving guardians aka Titus and Krypto to fix them, because as much as they love them, the bois are a lil stupid.

can be read as romantic or platonic!

Humans were stupid. Tiredly so. 

They were incapable of expressing complex emotions, or letting things go. They were hurt easily and held onto things for years, preferring to stay alone and undisturbed. Like cats. 

Or that’s what Titus saw of his ward. 

The smaller human had much pain, often waiting and keeping it under wraps until a safe distance away from the other humans, even the clingy one, preferring to wait until the only other living being was Titus, or the cat referred to as Alfred. It was an unpleasant feeling to know he could do nothing to ease the pain, or protect him from it, as it was horribly invisible. 

It was a dark cloud that he carried around, and despite his best efforts, Titus would only ever lighten it slightly. 

There were others who could as well, the oldest one of the children in the house, the quiet girl who would slip in and out, the other animals that paraded around the large house, but none could ever dissipate it completely.

Not until he met Krypto’s boy, the living ball of sunshine who could make the pain lift off of the smaller boy’s shoulders until the cloudy pain was nearly invisible. He tried to keep up the same indifferent attitude, but Titus knew his ward well. 

It was quite frankly a relief for him to be able to not fear for him so much, to share the weight with someone who was much more capable.

When they went to visit the farm that the Kents frequented, Damian was left alone with his thoughts on top of the water tower. The guardians watched as Jon swooped into the air to come up behind him, the darkness surrounding him blown out like a candle.

Your boy is sad, Krypto noted. Many things have come before him that should not have.

Titus made a noise like a small sigh. Yes, I’ve tried my best to keep him in better spirits. However, your boy has been a very big help.

Jon is a good boy. He will stay with your Damian for a very long time.

They watched as the boys laughed, Jon scooping Damian up in his arms to carry him back to the ground. The shorter boy flailed in his grip, mumbling obscenities without any real malice to them.

The bond grew stronger, Titus was pleased to realize. Damian was better at communication, more light and childlike. When the cloud returned at night, and the pain was released in the water streaming down his face, Titus crept over to lick them off and nuzzle him as usual. He was stopped by an unknown presence at the window.

Jon stumbled through, murmurs of “ Your heartbeat sped up. Are you okay?”, before he pulled Damian into his arms, the shorter boy relaxing and sniffling into his chest.

He made eye contact with the great dane, as if to say “I’ve got it from here.”

Satisfied, Titus moved to the foot of the bed, waiting for further instruction. 

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Soon, the pain happened less, the dark cloud lightning until it seemed only a dim cape that darkened ever so slightly. It could never go away fully, but it was somewhat of a peace of mind for everyone that Damian was finally doing well. 

It was said that nothing good stayed forever, and everyone in the house cursed the truth in it as Damian came into the manor, a storm raging on his face and the dark clouds returned in full force. 

Titus, faithful as always, followed behind him, only to be stopped by his ward.

The boy crouched down, allowing himself to be nuzzled and Titus to lick the tears that had begun leaking from his eyes. 

“Titus, guard the door. I don’t want them to follow.”

His instinct said to disobey and follow into the room, but not one to defy orders, sat straight in front as the door shut with a click.

“Heeey buddy. Can I be let through for a minute?” Dick was the first and most persistent, Titus forced to nip at him as he tried to place a hand on the doorknob.

Tim walked by as they did this, wincing. “If he’s sicced Titus on you, he’s not letting any of us in. Call Jon?”

“ DO NOT CALL JONATHAN!”  Damian’s voice screeched, muffled by the door and weighed by the hoarseness of his voice.

“Must have finally gotten tired of the assholery.” Jason snorted. 

“Jason!” Dick narrowed his eyes as the man passed to get to the staircase. “He’s been getting so much better because of him and you know it.”

Titus was conflicted, there was such sadness flooding out from under the door, and apparently Krypto’s boy had had something to do with it.

After the majority had stopped trying, he slunk out the door to the stable that held the various other animals Damian had liberated. He barked once, waiting for the white dot in the distance. 

My boy has been affected as well. He insists he is at fault. It is troubling to see them both in such pain. Krypto moved his head towards the deck where Damian's room was.

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  They will not do it easily. I adore them but adolescent humans are very bad at speaking properly. 

This would mean we must take up matters ourselves again.

I suppose so.

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Jon’s day was slowly going to -mind his language- absolute dumpster fire heck. It was already bad ‘cause he felt awful over Damian from two days before. He missed his partner so badly. He’d never seen him cry before, and he never wanted to see it again.

 Then he messed up on his chores and accidentally lasered a support beam in the barn, and now his dad left him with Krypto, who was running off into the cornfield.

And now he had to chase him through the air, because for a higher intelligence than the average dog, Krypto was being incredibly stupid.

He grimaced as he saw the fog of Gotham, Krypto leaning towards the more uppity area.

Why, you stupid dog, why would you take me here?

“KRYPTO!” He screeched as he dived downwards towards the dog, failing to notice that his surroundings were none other than the forest behind the Manor.

Wayne Manor.

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Titus placed an item in his owner's lap for the third time that day, and frankly, it was getting quite annoying. 

Damian was being as stubborn as possible, as he often was when he was upset. First it was the squeaky toy, then it was a ball. At one point he’d even dropped Alfred the Cat into this.

“For the last time, I don’t feel like play-” He took notice of the leash in his hand. “Oh.”

Dragging his free hand down his face and inhaling deeply, he looked up and then at his dog.

“I suppose a walk would do us well. Fresh air, if you will.” Clipping the lead onto Titus’ collar, he let Alfred the human know that he was taking his dog on a walk and would return before the sun set.

It was the perfect way to clear his mind of that infuriating kryptonian. Or so he thought. 

Plummeting out of the sky were two dots, one pure white and another larger of a mix of colors. 

It screeched in an unholy manner, “KRYPTO!”, before slamming into Damian, knocking him over. 

The culprits of this sat on the side, wagging their tails as they saw Damian on the ground with Jon draped over his stomach, panting heavily.

“ Stupid…dog.. ” His words came in breaths, before scrambling up as a pained order came from below him.

“Get off me, Kent!”

“Oh, Rao, Dami, I’m sorry!” He offered a hand, only to have it be bat away.

“Are you though?” The shorter boy glared at him, brushing the dirt off his clothes. “Why are you even here? I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

The younger’s face fell. “Please, can we talk about this?” 

“I’m here, you’re here.  You have five minutes, starting now.”

A few weeks later, it was pleasing to see all was right with the world, and laying in the back of the red pickup truck in the middle of the Kent’s cornfield, they sat stargazing, the peacemakers sitting beneath the bed of the truck.

Mission complete.

I was very confident in our success. 

…liar.

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for @super-sons-week-2023

[loudlittleecho]

Beautiful

Last mer!Damijon of the month 💙💚 Loved make this 💕

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

“Through the Ages”

[tarta-de-limon]

It was Tim's turn to babysit. Damian doesn't regret a thing

[amorkuku]

(everybody is okay)

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[rickroll-25]

Damian and Jon at the McDonald’s I was too lazy to draw

[koroart]

I put way too much effort into this ( based on this meme, it wouldn’t leave me alone until it was drawn — I am freee )