Jondami + my AU You are Damian Damian is 22 in this

The sounds of swords clashing rang through the training grounds, the sky blue and the sun hung high in the air, as the head of the league looked down upon the re-training of the assassins.

A look of focus remained on Damian’s face, observing silently how to help these assassins for the better like he was. His mother Talia stands at his side, a look of pride on her face as she glances at her son. Damian had grown quite a lot during the passing years, he wore his usual black outfits with green over the top and decorated in gold such as ear cuffs, rings and detailing on his clothes. He also now stood at 6’3.

It was to be a long process helping the league, but a process that would be rewarding in the long run, yet it was lonely and Thalia could see that on her son’s expression. Yet he often had Cass up there helping with teaching the assassins lessons such as showing emotions.

Until this day. A single assassin approaches the head of the assassins, with a polite bow “There is someone at the door, someone wanting to see you Sir” the young assassin says politely.

“Damian takes a breath, he tells his mother to oversee the training while he sorts this ordeal out. Keeping his hand by the hilt of his sword as he begins his journey to the door.*

The pillars adorned with gold which alined the whole building glistened in the sun as he approaches the door. He pauses at the handle before opening it “May I help you?” he questions politely

He looks up slightly due to having spotted his old friend Jonathan Kent. Superboy who was now superman. A kind look adorned his features, his face remains kind “Damian?” the blue eyed man asks curiously