Hi hi I'm finally back with a Jondami fic. I missed them so much, and honestly I'm back to writing them purely out of spite because I had to randomly witness them turn into a "proship" and watch the fandom implode. I'm pissed. FUCK YOU BENDIS.

Metropolis was a beautiful city. Bustling with modern art pieces, fancy coffee shops, and plenty of places to work. It was clean and corporate. White marble compared to Gotham's black obsidian. Though at night truly showed the real differences. Whereas crime was definitely a thing in the bustling city- it didn't compare to that of Gotham. Entire sections of the city being designated crime centers; criminals who weren't entirely super powered yet crazy enough they were somehow even more dangerous truly made Gotham the vision of hell and Metropolis the heaven counterpart. Sister cities with huge juxtaposition.

Though it was common to hear gunshots and screaming in the dark streets of East End in Gotham it was another to hear anything except for traffic and regular city noises in Metropolis. Why is there so many things being brought up to compare? Well to get to know the cities will help one understand the main heroes that "rule" or reside in either one.

In Metropolis you have the Justice League. The Justice League was made up of many heroes who offered their services for the betterment of anyone in need, but the main three everyone thinks of is Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Superman. Okay a slight lie is people thinking of Green Lantern before a hero named Batman- but I will get there shortly.

Wonder Woman and Superman were the main faces of Metropolis- specifically Superman. It was him and his allies who started the Justice League and it was him protecting that city and also the world with his inhuman strength and abilities from the beginning. Heart of gold but the capability of a god.

Everyone knows the story of Superman. Kal-El, a baby Kryptonian, put on a ship and sent off into space since the planet Krypton was exploding and his family tried their hardest to guarantee his survival. He landed on earth in a town called Smallville and taken in by humans who loved and raised him as one of their own. He grew up with the humbleness and respect of a farmer, making him one of the more friendly heroes. Perfect poster boy for the most perfect American. The man who saved the world ten times over.

You would think being the world's greatest hero wouldn't leave him with any time for a normal life, well, you'd be right- but he found times of normalcy that he was happy with. A steady job as a reporter for the Daily Planet, a wife by the name of Lois Lane, a son named Connor, a farm full of many animals, and... and another son.

This son was named Jonathan Kent. There was something about Jon that set him apart from his father and brother. He was born with all the same abilities as the other two, born with the same black curly hair, born with the same DNA. Only thing was... he came across as very antisocial. Not in the cute-nerdy-awkward way, but the way where he genuinely didn't care about others and their feelings. Didn't care about how he could devastate someone with the sheer might of his awesome power. Didn't care that a thug didn't deserve death and that there was a weight to different crimes. Criminals were criminals and he was bred to do justice.

That was until Clark had enough with his son's dangerous attitude and had recruited Bruce Wayne (aka Batman) into making a safe place for his son.

It was a small space station, just barely outside of the stratosphere. The station had a cloaking device to block it from any of the earth's sensors or cameras as well as a gravitational pulley designed to keep the pod in sync with the earth's movements. It was small. The size of a studio apartment. A bed area, a small kitchenette, a living space that consisted of a couch and coffee table, and a large holographic projector screen. It was there to bring him some entertainment. Though when not in use it would be turned off and revealed the view of the earth. Like a giant window. He could feel the warmth of the sun, yet feel the cold loneliness of being isolated.

There wasn't much he could do about his circumstances. There wasn't much he wanted to do anyways. School seemed boring, getting a job seemed boring, everything was unappealing. All he really looked forward to was the occasional visits from his father and rare ones from his brother. His mother called or texted him frequently enough he didn't feel unloved. Truly he understood their reasons. He understood why and how he was considered a danger. Maybe that was really what made him so intimidating to others. He knew what he could do, they knew what he was capable of, the only thing keeping him at bay- for now- was being locked away from people that could set him off.

Anger management was something he wasn't good with, it was a blessing his father and brother had the same powers as him so if they fought he could be overpowered. Everything always felt so tense for him. Anger and hatred and apathy imbued his very being. Watching screens all day and seeing the very different lives of each person didn't bring any changes in his soul. Nothing shifted for him.

That was to say... until he started watching the surveillance cameras of Gotham. Gotham was always at least a little bit intriguing. Every night there was something new yet it was also always the same. A new gang starting a war with an older gang until the new gang wins and the cycle repeats. Don't get him started on the constant battles between the Bats and these criminals.

Yet even the monotony of Gotham was interesting compared to everything else. For one, he enjoyed the fact that Batman had banned all metas from Gotham on account of Superman being pushy with how he wants to fix things. His old man respected Batman enough to listen, though. For another, the entire Batclan was a whole pandora's box of entertainment.

From what he had seen and from what he had heard from Connor and his dad, there was a mess of dramatic issues and traumas that would be enough to fill a whole psychiatric ward in Arkham if any of them were even normal. They could come out worse for wear from a tragic battle and be back on the job not even a day later. It got to the point they filled in for each other to keep their identities alive.

Red eyes watched intently on the screen in front of him as black and blue tights danced amongst the rooftops. Dick Grayson aka Nightwing. He was the bouncier one, the one who kids would idolize and hang posters of in their rooms. A black and red figure jumped alongside him, boh staff in one hand and a grappling hook in the other. Tim Drake aka Red Robin. Smart, Connor's best friend, probably a better detective than Batman himself, chronic insomniac.

It looked like the two of them were tracking someone, and Jonathan didn't have anything else to do. So he focused his super hearing- getting a lock in on their conversation.

"I am getting real tired of these second rate drug dealers getting the best of us," came Nightwing's smooth and lighthearted voice. They had come to a stop and the taller man had his gaze set onto the busy street below.

Red Robin stopped alongside him, annoyance on his face as he slammed the bottom of his staff into the concrete roof's ledge, " I know. They don't usually come this far into the center, especially with all the police presence. It's a wonder how they haven't gotten caught."

"Does the road full of cars and people not give you any indications?" Nightwing joked, crouching to get a better look into the street. It was too fast paced to get any real good looks, and the crowds were even worse during that time of year.

There wasn't a rebuttal from the shorter male. Instead, he pulled out a small device and started tapping away before reaching up to the mic that was attached to his suit, " Robin, there's reports of a small group of suspicious men near the East End docks. Do you want backup?"

Jon waited for a moment, was there a reply and it was just too quiet for him to focus on? But no, a second later there was a small huff, " no. If it's just drug dealers I can do it on my own."

"Keep us updated."

"Tt."

That was the cue for the Kent whomst was listening in to flick through the hacked surveillance channels to look around for the smallest Bat. Robin. Also known out of uniform as Damian Wayne. Robin was around his age, sixteen, and the blood son of Bruce Wayne. He had heard that phrase mentioned a few times through a few other outlets- mostly out of mockery since it's first utterance was made back when Damian was twelve years old and completely immature when dealing with new brothers. New family in general.

It had been a while since Jon last dug into the youngest member of the family. Last time was when the other was thirteen and being shipped off to timbuktu or whatever. From what he had seen recently- was that Robin came back a year later and the past two years he had been helping Gotham as Robin officially. What was the reason he was sent away again?

Jon scrunched up his nose. He didn't remember. Well, Robin's history was more closed off than the others. A complete mystery. Jon could tell you about Bruce, his parents died in front of him, he went crazy and got super into martial arts and revenge, built up a playboy persona during the day whilst fighting at night with his adoptive children beside him. About Dick, his parents died in front of him, Bruce took him in, Dick was a trained acrobat which made learning and applying martial arts easy, Dick left to be his own person and then came back when fully matured. About Jason, he stole tires from Batman's Batmobile, saw his mother die in Crime Alley, Batman took him in, Jason died a horrible death, came back full of resentment, still hasn't let go of things but is trying to reconnect. About Tim, was a Robin (Jason and Dick) fanboy, had a rich neglectful father and mother, saw them die, was taken in, yadda yadda a repeat.

Damian was different. Jon only knew that Damian showed up at twelve years old and was the son of Bruce and Talia and got shipped away somewhere a year later where he came home with a slightly better attitude. Though when he did watch the other boy fight, Jon could tell that he was trained. It was different than the training the others had received. His was quick, sharp, and for the kill. Without any actual killing.

Jon's fingers stopped fiddling with the remote when he finally spotted a cloaked figure rushing towards the docks. It was dark, but the cameras were fancy. Definitely paid for by Bruce under the guise of protection but in reality probably a tool for Batman to keep intel.  There were some cameras that often got shot at and dismantled by thugs or bored kids, but others were hidden well enough no one got to them yet.

There, on screen, Robin was fighting multiple men. So tall compared to his tiny stature- though be well aware that it wasn't something to underestimate. His body moved swiftly, with enough precision to be dizzying to normal outsiders. A katana was wielded in his green gloved hands as he swung to deflect bullets that were being shot at point blank. The way he moved, the way he fought, it made Jon ponder things. I want to see him closer.

YALL I hate this new wattpad update with typing on here and it doesn't copy and paste my italics or anything so I'm not even gonna bother trying to dig through the whole thing lol if you wanna read how it originally is done please check it out on my AO3 as that's where I'm cross posting from!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57138115/chapters/145325785