Jonathan And Damian

The air is thick, blood and dust a permanent as you walk through what’s left of another town absolutely destroyed. The heroes have gone mad, if you can even call them heroes after what they’ve done. Slaughter after slaughter, anyone who’s done wrong has been killed. You step over a particularly large piece of broken off concrete, walking through a desecrated building. It’s a dangerous endeavor, searching through rubble to save anyone that’s left, but if you don’t do it nobody will.

Jonathan huffs, rolling his eyes at Damian’s serious demeanor. He’s convinced the guy has a perpetual stick up his ass, that’d honestly explain a lot, but he knows that’s just a silly thought. Sure they’re killing thousands, but that doesn’t mean they have to be serious all the time. He nudges Damian, giggling when the boy slaps at his hand. If he keeps it up Damian is probably going to flip his shit, but that’s half of the fun anyway. He goes to nudge the boy’s arm but he stops, his body tensing up as he focuses on the sound of concrete dust crunching underneath shoes. Somebody else is here, his eyes narrow at the realization. A smile stretches onto his face, the one he has before he does anything hero related. It’s second nature, something that persists long after the letter S became a symbol of death.

You pause, your heart nearly stopping when you lock eyes with none other than your older brother Damian Wayne. He’s sitting on the rubble, waiting for you most likely, with his hands clasped together. You know Jon can’t be far, the two come in a pair. It used to be the three of you against the world but then the heroes stopped being heroes and they started becoming unrecognizable. His eyes flicker to your wrist, locked onto the cheap plastic friendship bracelet you’re wearing. He has one, as does Jon, the three of you never took them off even after everything that’s happened. He almost cracks a smile at the thought.

Jonathan looms behind you, his eyes glowing bright red out of instinct as he waits for you to do something. He would never kill you, or even hurt you, but if you try anything at least he’ll have his powers on standby. Your sweet heart pounding in your chest, he can practically smell the fear coming off you. A part of him is a little hurt knowing that you fear him, but it’s only natural. He doesn’t blame you, after all, you’re only human.