“If I wanted to kill him, he’d already be dead.” Damian said with a smirk, eyeing Jon in a way that sent uncomfortable chills up his spine. This kid was absolutely insane- pushing him off the Batcave platform? Really?? And all they’d come here to do was to see what powers he had other than laser-eyeing his farm.

“Who is this kid?” Jon asked his dad, gesturing at the Robin and giving an incredulous look at his dad only to receive a batarang to the forehead, sending him back a step. Both Clark and Bruce looked wide-eyed in shock before Bruce sent Damian a dark glare. Out.” He demanded, and Damian scoffed. “Well, he’s obviously not invulnerable.”

Jon muttered under his breath, glaring at Damian as he walked into another room of the Batcave. “Yeah, obviously.” He heard his dad and Bruce talk to each other and turned to listen. “I’m sorry about him.” Bruce said with a tired sigh. Clark smiled sympathetically, putting a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “It’s okay. He’s… had a tough time.”

He’s had a tough time?!” Jon exclaimed, watching the sassy, short-tempered, no fun, annoying - he’d mentioned angry already, right? - kid walk off, rubbing his forehead. He can’t believe Damian threw a batarang at him!! Of course, it hadn’t done any massive damage, but still!

“… Jon, could I borrow your dad for a moment?” Batman said in a deep voice, turning to face Jon. Jon nodded and headed in the same direction as Damian. “Yeah, sure thing. I’ll just be over here, nursing my bat-wounds.”