It was chaos in the manor. Both teens running around in circles as they cared for a superhuman, nonhuman, whatever the hell they were, child.

It should not be this hard!

Damian was currently considering chloroform to subdue the beast but Jon refused, and to be fair, Damian had no intention to get his ass beat by the parent of the creature.

Both of them were exhausted, Jon currently hoping for reprieve by sitting on the couch, head in his hands, as Damian desperately pleaded with the child, holding them as they writhed and trying to get them to eat their damn Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

"Please for the love of fucking god." Damian groaned, looking at the bowl of hard worked for Kraft Mac and Cheese now on the floor due to this damned tiny being.

Jon whipped his head around so fast you'd swear he had super speed (he does). Immediately there's a scowl on his face as he face-palms.

"Damian, are you trying to get us killed?! What if they repeat that! I'm not going to help you when you get your neck wrung by their parent!" He hissed, getting up and gently taking the child.

"Well, Kent, I wouldn't have to worry about expressing my frustration if we weren't being glorified babysitters!" Damian spat back, gesticulating a lot as he got more stressed, how was he meant to take care of a child?! With Jon too, it's hopeless.

"Well I don't want my ass beat for not caring for a super powered kid!" Jon retorted, immediately looking exhausted and guilty, letting the kid back down.

"Tt. Now that is just hypocritical, Kent, swearing after you told me I couldn't."

"You're impossible! It's like you're not even trying!"