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Review: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016)
Rating: 4.0 of 10.0
I have to be honest, and I’m going to drop the bomb this early in the article: Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice is the single most boring movie I’ve ever watched in the theater in a long time–and I’ve endured A Good Day To Die Hard. Even that movie still wins favors from me for being a quick 90-minute movie with an earnest desire to be as simple and as loud as possible. BvS, on the other hand, is 2 and a half hours long and the studio themselves proudly stated that (I paraphrase, but I kid you not it’s true) “there will be no jokes in this movie”. They lied, by the way. There were a couple of jokes, maybe 3, but none of them were remotely funny. Maybe that’s what they meant. Of course not every movie should be witty–but when a movie is bad and you can’t even laugh, that’s when a movie-going experience becomes a torture.
BvS, actually, had a promising beginning. It still insisted to have a scene of the Wayne’s parents death and of little Bruce’s fall into the cave, which I am so tired of. Okay, I get it. Bruce’s parents were murdered in front of him as a child and that’s his origin story, but that’s how it’s been in every iteration of Batman. We don’t need to be retold the same story all over again, particularly because this version of Batman had been around the streets for 20 years. But if you must have the scene for the simple fact that your movie has Batman in it, I made peace with it. The next scene though, was quite excellent and actually gave me hope that this would be a great movie (I was wrong). It was of Bruce Wayne (Ben Affleck), in the exact moment of Man of Steel’s final battle when Superman (Henry Cavill) and General Zod (Michael Shannon) destroyed half the city–and apparently, a Wayne building. To see the effects of the battle from a pedestrian perspective was genuinely terrifying, and that created an understandable motive for Bruce Wayne to hate on Superman.
In fact, Batman is the only decent thing to come out of this movie. Ben Affleck actually makes a pretty good Batman, at least as good as the movie lets him be. Admittedly his motive on hating Superman might not be the most logical (after all Superman is the person who saved them all, city-wide destruction notwithstanding), but experiencing that much destruction in front of your eyes might do something to you. Honestly though, Batman is kind of insane in this movie. He has repeating nonsensical nightmares, is fixated on killing Superman on an unhealthy level, and brands criminals with his logo for no apparent reason. But, his solo fighting sequence is the only interesting one compared to the rest, and the simple fact that Ben Affleck is a better actor than Henry Cavill makes him the better half of the bunch.
Superman is where it all falters. First, I’d like to point out that I actually kinda liked Man of Steel, which is the prequel to BvS. Zack Snyder, who directed both movies, takes the idea of Superman, an all-American hero, and turned it on its head with MoS. What if, he asks, Superman is not regarded as a hero but as an alien threat instead? It was a compelling question, and one he began to answer in MoS. But in order for MoS to work (which is an origin story), it has to be followed by a rather traditional Superman movie, otherwise MoS would be pointless. Instead with BvS, Snyder continues to try to subvert the idea of Superman, but he hasn’t earned any of it. BvS tries to discuss the dichotomy between “Superman as a savior” vs “Superman as a monster”, without first establishing the savior part of Superman at all (neither in MoS or BvS). The result is a gritty Superman movie that both rings hollow and violates the very idea of Superman itself.
The messages telegraphed about Superman in this movie is all over the place. Alfred (Jeremy Irons) spouts two opposing opinions on Superman at two different times. Also, at one time Clark Kent/Superman talks about how he wants to do good and save people to honor his father, while in my recollection Pa Kent basically told him in MoS (I exaggerate, but still), “Don’t save the humans, they don’t deserve it.” It’s clear that the movie itself isn’t sure on how to handle Superman. Also, Henry Cavill’s acting that only ranges from brooding to grimacing (coupled with Snyder’s obsession of having Superman suspended mid air to hammer-in the idea that he is a god), just worsens it all.
How about other characters? Jessie Eisenberg’s Lex Luthor, that one I can’t understand. The less I can say about him the better, so I’m actually gonna chalk it out to taste. Perhaps, his Lex Luthor just isn’t my taste. One thing I know for sure though, his character is as annoying and as perplexing as he appeared in the trailers, so if you hate him there you’ll want to burn him in the actual movie.
I don’t have any special thing to say about Wonder Woman (Gal Gadot). She doesn’t have much to do in BvS (yet. She’s having her own movie and she’ll also appear in upcoming Justice League movie) and doesn’t have much time to build her character, so I can’t say anything worthwhile yet. I’m not fond of her costume from practical perspective, but that’s hardly the worst thing in BvS.
Alright, maybe you’re thinking, what if I only want to watch the movie only for the action? I’d just warn you that any kind of action only begins halfway into the movie (probably maybe even way into the third act), and the ride leading to it was excruciating. Even the titular fight between Batman and Superman is wildly lackluster, purely because of the fact that you just know how stupid it is. When you want to avoid a fight, definitely the first thing you do won’t be throwing your supposed opponent 10-feet into a building. When you don’t have time to talk, then you shouldn’t have time to keep saying you don’t have time to talk. The conclusion of the fight is also pretty stupid ("Martha," anyone?). To tell you the truth, the titular fight really is boring. The final fight, featuring Wonder Woman, is slightly better, but only if you like those kinds of heavily CGI’d fight.
The story itself is incomprehensible. Fortunately there’s something resembling a plot, but it has no apparent arc aside from the obvious question the writers ask themselves: HOW DO WE GET BATMAN TO FIGHT SUPERMAN. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is not what a good writer should do. Obviously, there’s a certain kind of art about a movie that builds quite and slow suspense that leads to a satisfying climax. Some movies though, just draaaaags, and BvS is the latter. I’m not a person with the shortest attention span and I certainly don’t need an explosion every 5 minutes to keep me engaged, but I just couldn’t care for BvS and I was bored. out. of. my. mind. With clunky pacing, disjointed edits, and worthless dream sequences, BvS is basically an incoherent rambling of Zack Snyder.
While we’re here, let’s talk about the title. “Batman v Superman” doesn’t really mean anything outside the court of law, which certainly has nothing to do with the movie. Even “Dawn of Justice” is kinda meaningless unless if you think it’s a clever enough pun for Justice League. And since the movie does not talk about the actual justice itself, and certainly doesn’t end in any way that implies justice is served, it simply is a misnomer. Basically the title was just a collection of things that Snyder thinks would sound cool, which ironically is a fitting description of the entire movie.
Honestly, the only thing I liked about this movie is the fact that practically anybody could figure out who Superman is; because when your disguise is a pair of glasses, then you’re not really trying to fool anyone.
My TL;DR is this: Do yourself a favor and skip this movie. Just watch literally anything else; Kung Fu Panda 3, Nolan’s Batman Trilogy, Supergirl, your high school graduation video, anything. Treat yourself with a decent lunch. Just don’t pay for this movie, unless you’re prepared to be disappointed.
My sleep deprived brain forgot he had glasses
I lost my pen
i forgot how to make a character look like they have a soul kid was through
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duuude I was reading some of my old fics and damn did I deliver on this one
straight up forgot it existed but this is one of my favorites
Hey. I heard you were open for requests? If so, could I get a fluff 43 for Jon kent x reader? ( Sorry if I have bad english)
Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader (both are about 16ish in this)
Prompts: Prompt list 43-“H-how long have you been standing there?”
Summery: Jon Kent tries to tell you how he feels but you don’t seem to be picking up what he’s putting down.
A/n: This one was low key super fun to write thank you so much for this request! Based off some obscure prompt i saw about muse B being super oblivious to muse As feeling and i figured why not. Also i wrote this one in 2nd person rather then my usual 3rd person so yeah new things. Masterlist
Word count: 1.3k
Tag list: @battlenix
Code: y/n=your name
Oblivious
“So, Y/n, I guess what i’m trying to say is that I...” Jonathan Kent let out a soft sigh. “am an idiot.” he finished before turning away from his mirror and landing face first on his bed. He had spent the past 45 minutes trying to figure out a non embarrassing way to tell you that he was in fact, madly in love. The only problem was you were his best friend and almost definitely didn’t feel the same way according to him.
“This isn’t working.” He flipped over on the bed with a groan. “What would Damian do? He would... kill his feelings with a double edged sword, so he’s probably not the best person to model after.” Jon stood up and started pacing his room, too lost in his own train of thought to notice you push his door open and lean on the frame.
Jon told Damian about his crush and when he asked for advice he got a not so encouraging love-makes-you-weak speech. Then he asked a friend from school for advice, and naturally that friend told his friends and his friends told their friends and their friends told their friends and by the end of the week it seemed like the whole world knew. The whole world, except you. You remained blissfully unaware.
“New plan. What would Dick do?” he paused to think over his question. “He would use one of those cheesy pick up lines and do the hair flippy thing he does. But how does that work so well every time?”
Jon, being the goofy lovable idiot that he is had captured the hearts of more than one girl at school. Whenever they’d talk about boys his name was sure to come up. Like the time Ann Howls spent a whole 6 and a half minutes gushing about his “midnight black hair and beautiful eyes”, which only made you want to barf.
“If you were a vegetable. You’d be a cutecumber.” He had a weak grin plastered on his face and he looked expectantly at the mirror as if waiting for his own reflection to reject him. “That was awful.” He cringed at his own choice of words.
“I thought it was cute.” You spoke up causing him to jump.
“Ahh wh-what are you? why are you? H-how long have you been standing there?” he stumbled over his words and had a slightly panicked expression.
“Long enough to know that you’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You have a crush! More importantly you have a crush that you didn’t tell me about?” You squashed down the bit of jealousy that welled in your stomach still very much unaware that his crush was in fact on you.
“S-so, you don’t know who i was talking about?” Jon asked shyly, inching closer to the bed.
“No, I don't. Which i’m offended by. I mean come on, you tell me you’re from a different planet but not who you're into? Ridiculous.” You joked.
He let out a relieved sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. “You have a really bad habit of sneaking up on me and learning my secrets.”
“Or maybe you're just bad at keeping secrets.” You shot back. “Now tell me about this mystery girl!” You patted the spot in front of you signaling for him to sit closer.
“Well,” He moved slightly closer to you. “She’s really nice and funny and smart when she wants to be.” He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made everything seem better. “And she loves superheroes so that works out well for me.” he let out a small laugh. “She’s stupid brave and when she wants something, no one can stop her. I know it sounds cheesy but-” he paused as if trying to find the right words. “when i’m with her, it’s like nothing else matters.”
You scooted closer to him so now you were both sitting less than a foot apart in the middle of the bed. “She sounds amazing.” You smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your voice had the slightest bit of hurt leaking through. You never really thought he’d actually like you back. All this time it was just a stupid crush and you figured you’d get over it but hearing him talk about someone the way he just did. The way his eyes lit up just thinking about her. It fueled a small flame of jealousy in your stomach.
But you pushed it down. You didn’t have any other choice and you really just wanted him to be happy even if that meant you weren’t. “You really like her don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah i do.”
“Then you have to tell her how you feel.” It pained you to say but you knew this was best. He almost seemed in love and it wouldn’t be fair for you to get in the way. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it slightly.
“You really think so?” he questioned, looking down at your hands and flipped his over so he could squeeze back.
“I know so.” You smiled reassuringly as he looked back up and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, you just sat in silence next to each other.
“I think I love you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your face grow slightly warm before pulling yourself together again. “Perfect, just like that. Now all you have to do is tell it to the girl.” You leaned back after realizing just how close your faces were. You pulled your hand away and turned your head to avoid his gaze.
You watched him in your peripherals and he didn’t seem to move for a solid 10 seconds. He blinked and a dumb grin found it’s way to his face.
“I-” He stopped himself by letting out an amused breath. “Screw it.” was all you heard before you felt something turn your head and slight pressure on your lips. It was soft and gone too soon. The jealous flame turned to butterflies and the heat rose to your cheeks instead. It was so fast you didn’t have time to react before he pulled away.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry I don't know what just came over me l-” You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back into the kiss. You didn't even realize what you’d done until it was far too late. The momentum of the quick move had knocked you off balance causing you to fall back on the bed. Your hand still held onto the front of his shirt so when you went down he went with you. His body landed on top of yours and it felt as though you were wrapped up in his warmth.
His hands moved slowly from where they had landed next to your body. His left hand moved to cup your cheek and his right hand lowered to your waist. The kiss was soft and warm and perfect but you could tell he was holding back, too scared of hurting you with his super strength. You let go of his shirt and snaked your arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
You pulled away gasping for air with a dopey grin across your face. He braced himself on his arms and looked down at you with a slightly unsure expression.
“Does, does that mean you like me back?” he asked timidly, trying to regain his breath as well.
“Yes,” You replied smiling. “it does.” You pulled him down for a third kiss which happened to be the first kiss neither of you were surprised by.
Hey. I heard you were open for requests? If so, could I get a fluff 43 for Jon kent x reader? ( Sorry if I have bad english)
Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader (both are about 16ish in this)
Prompts: Prompt list 43-“H-how long have you been standing there?”
Summery: Jon Kent tries to tell you how he feels but you don’t seem to be picking up what he’s putting down.
A/n: This one was low key super fun to write thank you so much for this request! Based off some obscure prompt i saw about muse B being super oblivious to muse As feeling and i figured why not. Also i wrote this one in 2nd person rather then my usual 3rd person so yeah new things. Masterlist
Word count: 1.3k
Tag list: @battlenix
Code: y/n=your name
Oblivious
“So, Y/n, I guess what i’m trying to say is that I...” Jonathan Kent let out a soft sigh. “am an idiot.” he finished before turning away from his mirror and landing face first on his bed. He had spent the past 45 minutes trying to figure out a non embarrassing way to tell you that he was in fact, madly in love. The only problem was you were his best friend and almost definitely didn’t feel the same way according to him.
“This isn’t working.” He flipped over on the bed with a groan. “What would Damian do? He would... kill his feelings with a double edged sword, so he’s probably not the best person to model after.” Jon stood up and started pacing his room, too lost in his own train of thought to notice you push his door open and lean on the frame.
Jon told Damian about his crush and when he asked for advice he got a not so encouraging love-makes-you-weak speech. Then he asked a friend from school for advice, and naturally that friend told his friends and his friends told their friends and their friends told their friends and by the end of the week it seemed like the whole world knew. The whole world, except you. You remained blissfully unaware.
“New plan. What would Dick do?” he paused to think over his question. “He would use one of those cheesy pick up lines and do the hair flippy thing he does. But how does that work so well every time?”
Jon, being the goofy lovable idiot that he is had captured the hearts of more than one girl at school. Whenever they’d talk about boys his name was sure to come up. Like the time Ann Howls spent a whole 6 and a half minutes gushing about his “midnight black hair and beautiful eyes”, which only made you want to barf.
“If you were a vegetable. You’d be a cutecumber.” He had a weak grin plastered on his face and he looked expectantly at the mirror as if waiting for his own reflection to reject him. “That was awful.” He cringed at his own choice of words.
“I thought it was cute.” You spoke up causing him to jump.
“Ahh wh-what are you? why are you? H-how long have you been standing there?” he stumbled over his words and had a slightly panicked expression.
“Long enough to know that you’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You have a crush! More importantly you have a crush that you didn’t tell me about?” You squashed down the bit of jealousy that welled in your stomach still very much unaware that his crush was in fact on you.
“S-so, you don’t know who i was talking about?” Jon asked shyly, inching closer to the bed.
“No, I don't. Which i’m offended by. I mean come on, you tell me you’re from a different planet but not who you're into? Ridiculous.” You joked.
He let out a relieved sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. “You have a really bad habit of sneaking up on me and learning my secrets.”
“Or maybe you're just bad at keeping secrets.” You shot back. “Now tell me about this mystery girl!” You patted the spot in front of you signaling for him to sit closer.
“Well,” He moved slightly closer to you. “She’s really nice and funny and smart when she wants to be.” He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made everything seem better. “And she loves superheroes so that works out well for me.” he let out a small laugh. “She’s stupid brave and when she wants something, no one can stop her. I know it sounds cheesy but-” he paused as if trying to find the right words. “when i’m with her, it’s like nothing else matters.”
You scooted closer to him so now you were both sitting less than a foot apart in the middle of the bed. “She sounds amazing.” You smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your voice had the slightest bit of hurt leaking through. You never really thought he’d actually like you back. All this time it was just a stupid crush and you figured you’d get over it but hearing him talk about someone the way he just did. The way his eyes lit up just thinking about her. It fueled a small flame of jealousy in your stomach.
But you pushed it down. You didn’t have any other choice and you really just wanted him to be happy even if that meant you weren’t. “You really like her don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah i do.”
“Then you have to tell her how you feel.” It pained you to say but you knew this was best. He almost seemed in love and it wouldn’t be fair for you to get in the way. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it slightly.
“You really think so?” he questioned, looking down at your hands and flipped his over so he could squeeze back.
“I know so.” You smiled reassuringly as he looked back up and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, you just sat in silence next to each other.
“I think I love you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your face grow slightly warm before pulling yourself together again. “Perfect, just like that. Now all you have to do is tell it to the girl.” You leaned back after realizing just how close your faces were. You pulled your hand away and turned your head to avoid his gaze.
You watched him in your peripherals and he didn’t seem to move for a solid 10 seconds. He blinked and a dumb grin found it’s way to his face.
“I-” He stopped himself by letting out an amused breath. “Screw it.” was all you heard before you felt something turn your head and slight pressure on your lips. It was soft and gone too soon. The jealous flame turned to butterflies and the heat rose to your cheeks instead. It was so fast you didn’t have time to react before he pulled away.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry I don't know what just came over me l-” You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back into the kiss. You didn't even realize what you’d done until it was far too late. The momentum of the quick move had knocked you off balance causing you to fall back on the bed. Your hand still held onto the front of his shirt so when you went down he went with you. His body landed on top of yours and it felt as though you were wrapped up in his warmth.
His hands moved slowly from where they had landed next to your body. His left hand moved to cup your cheek and his right hand lowered to your waist. The kiss was soft and warm and perfect but you could tell he was holding back, too scared of hurting you with his super strength. You let go of his shirt and snaked your arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
You pulled away gasping for air with a dopey grin across your face. He braced himself on his arms and looked down at you with a slightly unsure expression.
“Does, does that mean you like me back?” he asked timidly, trying to regain his breath as well.
“Yes,” You replied smiling. “it does.” You pulled him down for a third kiss which happened to be the first kiss neither of you were surprised by.
Part six of Jon and the Wayne’s: mission and Kris.
In this au Jim adopted a teen. I don’t know backstory, he’s painfully not cut out to be a vigilante, dosent want to be one, but is grafted along by Damian and Jon. Mostly Jon. He has blue eyes, ginger hair and his name is Kris. Enjoy.
Jon stared down at the planes bellow. Normally he would fly him and his team down, but now wasn’t normally. And he had been doused with a good amount of kryptonite gas a few hours ago, so he was considerably weakened. He turned to his friends.
“Alright guys, who do we get down this cliff?”
Damian looked at him and smirked, putting his sword back into his holster and pulling his hood down he stared down.
“Gentlemen, I have a plan.”
Kris’s face dropped.
“Nope. Veto.” He but in, before Damian could even say anything. Damian looked downright offended.
“You didn’t hear the plan!” He protested, turning to Jon. “Kent! He didn’t even hear the plan!”
Jon sighed, crossing his arms like an exasperated mother.
“Kris, you didn’t even hear the plan.”
“For gods sake.” Kris groaned, looking over Damian’s head. Damian didn’t appreciate it but Kris wasn’t finished speaking.
“We already know what the plan is Kent!”
“I don’t like to assume.” Jon said, glancing slightly down at Damian, who looked murder-y.
“Which means you already know!” Kris explained exasperatedly.
Damian glared at Kris.
“How do you know the plan when you haven’t heard the plan.” He growled, taking a step closer to him.
“How do you say no to the plan when you haven’t heard the plan!”
“Damian,” kris started, concerned. “I know what’s gonna happen.” He said. “And I know the two of you are probably gonna be fine, but I’m gonna die, and then I’ll be a ghost.” He said, shivering. “And I don’t know what the rules of that exactly are, but then I think that means I’d have to haunt you guys.” He said.
“And I would really, really like to avoid that if I can.”
“You’re such a worm,” Damian said solemnly glaring at him. “And I’m going to call you wormy from now on.”
“Jonathan he’s calling me wormy again!”
“Now wormy, we can say no to the plan, but first we know the plan to say no to the plan. So we have to hear the plan to know the plan to say no to the plan.” Jon said calmly, putting a hand on Kris’s shoulder.
“Fine, ok.” Kris said warily, looking at Damian, who was now grinning maliciously.
“Great!” Damian said, smiling. Evil.
“So I was thinking-“ he started, then grabbed both their collars, running to the edge while yelling.
“We’re jumping!”
The ending could barely hear anything, but caught the sound of someone yelling.
“I knew it!” Before two screams and one cackle.
Kris in the end was mostly fine. His hood got snagged on a branch before he hit the ground. He was upset about his hoddie though.
Part five: Bruce is an accidental slut
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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.
“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”
Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.
“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”
Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.
“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”
Jason paused, and nodded.
“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.
“How can I help?”
Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.
“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”
“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”
“I like FroYo.”
“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”
“I did.”
“And what did he say?”
“No.”
“So then why are you asking me?”
Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.
“Because he’s not the boss of you.”
Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.
“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“
“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.
Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.
“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”
“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.
“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.
“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.
Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.
“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.
Jason fell hook line and sinker.
“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.
“I am not scared of him.”
Jon knew he had him.
“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”
Jason shit up and said loudly.
“Well he is entitled to his-“
He hissed this park:
“Very wrong.”
Before being all loud again.
“Opinions!”
Jon tilted his head.
“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”
Jason glared at him.
“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”
Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.
“What would you need?”
Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.
“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”
Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.
“Really? It’s that easy?”
Jason smirked and leaned down.
“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”
“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”
Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.
“Here you go, young Kent.”
“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.
“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”
Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.
“What was that about Katey Perry?”
“. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”
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Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!
Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself.
When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.
“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”
Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.
“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”
Jon paused, mind blanking.
“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.
“Do what?”
“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.
“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “
“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.
“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.
“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.
“Yes, why?”
“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.
“Take him down, semper fi!”
“Agh-“
Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.
“And told the family group chat .”
“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.
“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”
“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.
Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.
“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.
Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.
“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”
Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.
“Here.”
Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.
“Capitalism had softened the blow.”
Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.
“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”
“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.
Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.
“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”
“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.
“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.
“lol at him! He looks terrible!”
“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.
Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.
“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.
“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.
Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.
“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.
Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.
“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”
“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”
Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes.
“It was a false alarm Damian.”
“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.
“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”
He said, about to walk out.
“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”
“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.
“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”
“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”
Jon paused, then frowned.
“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.
“Hey!”
“That’s for making my friend sad!”
“This cycle is vicious!”
part one: Jon the weed dealer.
Part three: stinging Jason todd
