"No. We are not ending patrol early." Damian grumbled out as Jon whined. The half-kryptonian was flying above Damian, pouting. Jon was holding you on his chest, arms around your waist protectively. He was in his suit, your head resting comfortably on the super symbol emblazoned on his chest.

Damian was wearing his Robin suit, his sword strapped to his back and the ever-present scowl on his masked face. You were just happy to be included, laying on Jon like he was a floating bed.

"C'monnnn." Jon held onto you, hoping that Damian would give in. "There's only..." Jon pulled your phone out of your back pocket, checking the time. "40 minutes left. Ask Dick or Tim or Duke or Stephanie or anyone else to cover the last of your patrol." Jon slid your phone back into your pocket, then resting his hand on your lower back.

Damian rolled his eyes, shooting off his grappling gun and swinging up onto a tall building. Jon huffed, wrapping his arms tighter around you before flying up and following him onto the building. He gently placed you onto the roof, kissing your forehead. He then flew up above Damian, flying upside down and giving him a goofy grin.

Jon pecked Damian's lips, then kept grinning upside down. "Can we pleeaassee go home?" He moved to be right-side-up, standing beside and unimpressed Damian.

"No." Damian crossed his arms, though there was a faint blush on his cheeks. "I made a commitment to patrol. So that is what I'm going to do."

Jon whined again, shoulders slumping. He then turned to you, bottom lip stuck out. "Help me. Tell him he's committed to us too. We're more important."