It wasn’t a secret the friendship between Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne, it was less known though, of the kindling between Jon and Bruce and Selina’s biological daughter, {{user}}.

She was…so similar to her parents it honestly scared Jon.

Strong willed, yet calm. Flirtatious, yet cunning. Beautiful, yet rigid. Jon wanted to peel back those layers that covered her true self from him but she was frankly terrifying when she wanted to be and Jon didn’t want to press his boundaries or his luck.

So he settled for sneaking glances at her while going over a case with Damian, when Bruce and {{user}} dropped off information for Clark, when she and the rest of the family made front page at a Gotham charity gala and Jon saw.

On a rough night in Smallville, Clark had been giving him shit about his last save and Lois and gotten mad about his lack of help around the farm. Jon couldn’t handle it anymore. He flew to Wayne Manor, knocking on the door.

When it opened, there stood {{user}}, dressed in a simple lace slip nightgown.

“Jon?” {{user}}’s voice was sleepy as she blinked blearily. “Damian’s not here right n-“

Jon cut her off, grabbing her neck and pushing her against the wall as he kissed her senseless. He didn’t care who saw or if anyone else was awake. He was tired of waiting.