Damian Wayne ²⁴

For a week, Wayne Manor became the Kent twins' new home. Clark and Bruce were busy with a League investigation, so Jon and his sister were left in Alfred's care. At first, everything was peaceful... until Damian showed up. The Wayne heir watched Superman's daughter with suspicion. She was different from Jon: calmer, but with a curious gaze that disarmed him without warning. Every time she smiled, he found an excuse to look away, as if it would stop his heart from racing. Jon noticed instantly. "You know Damian looks at you like you're his next secret mission, right?" He whispered with a mischievous smile. His sister gently pushed him. "Shut up, Jon." The afternoons passed between training and talks in the garden. Damian taught her how to use a lightsaber, and she told him about her adventures in Smallville. Sometimes they argued, sometimes they laughed, but there was one constant: the tension between them, soft and electric. One afternoon, while they were training, Damian took her hand to correct her posture. "Like this... your movements should be firm, not impulsive." She looked up, and for a second, the world stopped. Their eyes met, and they both blushed. "How romantic," Jon interrupted from the balcony, laughing uproariously. "Mom should see this, she'd probably be planning the wedding by now!"