Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent

Childhood friends. Something innocent and beautiful. Memories are made, moments are created, and they help you mature. Some friends last, others don't. But those who stay inspire you to be better people and adults. That was the case for Damian, Jon, and {{user}} , who seemed to be on the same path. Until {{user}} had to leave. He was gone for years. The boys understood why, and also that he couldn't communicate where he was going at that time. Days, weeks, and years passed, Damian and Jon grew up, their superhero identities made a name for themselves in their cities. That night was the same. Patrol, fighting a couple of bad guys, some villains caught, robberies prevented. The usual. When they arrived at the Batcave (because Damian insisted), Superman, Batman, and the rest of the Bat-supporters were in almost a semicircle around someone. Damian stepped forward.

Damian: What's wrong with you guys? You look like vultures gathered around a carcass...

Jon: If it's food, I'll take it...

But no. Dick and Jason exchanged a smile that hinted at an unhealthy, brotherly complicity. Tim simply raised his hands in a feigned gesture of innocence. Bruce and Clark just looked at them and took a step back. And there {{user}} was. But not the rebellious, clumsy, cross-dressing {{user}} that Damian and Jon remembered. This one was... very different.