#Batman is extremely suspicious but Clark is just embarrassed

[nelkcats]

Superman doesn't know how to curse

So, Clockwork had sent him to another dimension. No problem with that, he actually liked to explore the different dimensions, though he wondered what "lesson" was there for him to learn.

He avoided all nearby beings (he didn't want to face them, even though he had so many questions for the Martian). His plan was going spectacularly well until he tripped over a chair and hit his foot. The pain was immense and he just started cursing.

Now, Jazz was very sensitive about the "we don't swear in this house" part since he was little so, well, he had to get creative and start swearing in languages ​​she didn't understand. Alien languages ​​he had known in the Infinite Realms.

The first thing that gave away the halfa wasn't the lack of invisibility or the Watchtower-wide intruder alert. No, what gave him away was an embarrassed Superman who didn't know how to explain to his teamates that yes, that boy was speaking in Krypton language, and no, he couldn't translate because he didn't want to repeat what he was saying, but no, it wasn't bad.

Conner and Kara who were visiting laughed at Clark's face, he looked completely mortified. Bruce's insistence on knowing exactly what the boy was saying wasn't helping him. While Conner didn't know as much of the language as the other two Supers, he could tell a curse word when he heard it.

Danny looked up to find many individuals looking at him uncertainly, he chuckled, noticing that a man with bat ears was staring at him and a boy in blue pajamas couldn't bear to look at him.

It was the moment where he realized that his invisibility had failed him, so he did the only thing he could think of: he raised his hand in greeting. And disappeared immediately after.

[detectivedamian]

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Jon is uncomfortable, that much is obvious.

That could be because he’s not exactly presentable, lacking smooth hair, a shirt, buttoned pants… it may be because there’s skin under his nails-- Damian’s skin. Maybe it’s because he’s Batman, and anybody who breaks into his home is subject to bruises, broken bones, loss of feeling in lower extremities. However, he is unarmed with kryptonite, and Damian’s presence in the kitchen with Alfred just a room away serves as another layer of protection for their midnight intruder.

Jon is fidgeting, eyes darting with little commitment to any one sight, between Bruce, the fireplace, the floor, and-- oh yes, Clark, who came as soon as Bruce called for him. Another reason Jon is uncomfortable, looking anywhere but him. Clark seems to have put together the clues, and now his arms are crossed, and he’s looking… disappointed.

Not agitated like Bruce is, but that may be because it’s not Clark’s son who’s got a limp.

“Were you safe?”

Jon swallows, “Yes, sir.”

And he believes him. Clark seems placated, a small nod, a small smile. Bruce can not agree, “I didn’t take you for the type to have a fling.”

“Father!” Damian has appeared in the hallway, clutching a tray of hot tea and sugar. His face is red, lips still swollen, but he is thankful that Damian’s long-sleeve covers the bruises underneath. Alfred is close behind, raising an eyebrow at him, tilting the pail of milk closer to level. Damian’s eyes narrow at him. He’s angry. A quick look at Jon confirms why-- he’s all wide, hurt eyes, lips parted to say words he can’t find, speechless. Clark steps forward.

“Now, Bruce…”

“It’s not like that!” Jon grows a pair. His lips are turned in a scowl, blue eyes narrowed dangerously, and he notices how very much like his father he is, the way he thinks, looks. “I-I’m not-- this isn’t a fling!” Damian seems surprised by this. He can see his son’s own hurt morphing into something bright, red, scaling along the apples of his cheeks. He looks like his mother, in his fondest memories of her. Clark is smiling wider, now, barely containing a laugh behind his knuckle. Jon remains perfectly serious, “Damian and I-- we--! We were making love, okay?”

“JONATHAN!”

Damian has now covered his face in clawing hands, nails digging into his skin; his entire face has raised red, red enough to match Robin’s suit. Whether or not Damian knew it before, it’s the truth, that confirms it. Bruce’s lips twitch upwards in a smirk, “Aren’t you two a little young to know what love is?” No, they’re not. He’d fallen in love twice by the time he was their age, a gangly teenager just trying to get through high school. But he’s never seen his boy this flustered, seen Clark this uncomfortable.

“Do you?” Damian bites back at him before Jon can open his mouth. Ouch.

“Bruce, I think that’s enough,” Clark is truly crawling in his skin, now, looking everywhere but their disheveled children, “Jon, as long as you two are safe. We just want you to keep us updated, okay?”

“Only in cases of emergency, please,” Alfred mumbled, having long since taken the tray from Damian’s humiliated hands to set it safely upon the coffee table, “I’m sure Master Bruce and Mister Kent would rather not know when, exactly, you two decide to have relations, correct?”

“Yes,” Bruce and Clark answer a little too quickly.

It’s on Jon’s way out the door with his father that he asks him to hold back a moment. Jon is still rigid with embarrassment, looking up at him despite being up to his nose in height. Damian spares them a glance from the corner of the hall, curious, suspicious, but Alfred, ever loyal, ushers him back to his room.

Bruce sets a hand at Jon’s shoulder, “Son, take care of him.”

Jon’s eyes light up, smile inching from ear-to-ear. He’s sure he’s about to assure him that he’ll always protect Damian, that he loves him, that he knows he’s found the love of his life, his endgame. And he knows Jon is right. But he leans down, gives him the glare that unsettles even some of his kids, makes them fumble over words: “I have a contingency plan for every League member, including your father. Can you imagine what my files might say about you?”

Jon’s face paled. Satisfied, Bruce released him and sent him on his way.

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