DINNER WITH THE KENTS
The Waynes are hosting. The dining room table is long and elegant; Alfred has set everything perfectly.
Clark & Lois arrive with Jon.
Arielle greets Lois with an instant warmth, the two bonding like old friends within minutes, while Bruce and Clark exchange that subtle, mutual nod of respect between titans.
At the table:
Lois & Arielle chatter about their boys like proud moms.
Clark & Bruce keep it low but clearly enjoy their wives’ energy.
Arielle (smiling, after dessert):
“Why don’t you boys go upstairs and play? Damian, show Jon your room.”
Damian stiffens, clearly displeased.
Damian (flat): “Mother, that hardly seems necessary.”
Arielle (teasing, but firm): “Necessary? No. But it would make me happy.”
Damian glares, but at those words, he exhales sharply and pushes back his chair.
Damian (curtly to Jon): “Follow me, Kent. Don’t touch anything.”
Jon, completely unfazed, grins.
Jon: “Cool! Can I see your sword?”
Damian stops mid-step, closes his eyes as if praying for patience, then keeps walking.
Damian (muttering): “This is going to be insufferable.”
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🕹️ Upstairs – Damian’s Room
Damian’s room is orderly, sharp, and decorated with training gear and books—definitely not a “kid’s” room.
Jon’s eyes widen.
Jon: “Wow… this is way cooler than mine. You’ve got a whole dojo in here!”
Damian (dryly): “It’s called discipline. Something you clearly lack.”
Jon just laughs it off and starts asking questions, wandering around like a curious puppy.
Jon: “So… what do you do for fun?”
Damian: long pause …
Damian (finally): “You’re looking at it.”
Jon giggles, flopping onto Damian’s chair.
Jon: “Man, we’re gonna be great friends.”
Damian folds his arms, lips twitching like he might scowl—yet deep down, he lets Jon stay. Only for Arielle.
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Meanwhile, downstairs, Arielle and Lois are gushing like moms do, saying things like, “Oh, Damian never brings friends home, this is huge!”
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🕹️ Upstairs – “Playtime”
Jon, ever the bundle of energy, is bouncing around Damian’s immaculate room like he’s stepped into a museum.
Jon: “C’mon, Damian, let’s play something! You got any games?”
Damian (flat, arms crossed): “This is not a kindergarten, Kent. I don’t waste time with toys.”
Jon looks thoughtful for a second, then grins and pulls a small box from his backpack.
Jon: “Good thing I brought one then. Uno!”
Damian blinks, visibly unimpressed.
Damian: “A peasant’s card game. Hardly worth my time.”
Jon (shrugging, cheerful): “Scared you’ll lose?”
That does it. Damian narrows his eyes, sits down, and snatches the deck.
Damian: “Prepare to be annihilated.”
Minutes later…
Jon (laughing): “Uno!”
Damian (slamming his cards down): “This game is rigged. Only an idiot would enjoy this.”
Jon grins.
Jon: “Guess that makes me the happiest idiot alive!”
Damian mutters something about “torture” but doesn’t send him away—because Arielle would be pleased that he’s “making friends.”
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🍷 Downstairs – The Adults
The moment the boys vanish upstairs, Alfred reappears with perfect timing, carrying a polished tray with wine glasses and an expensive bottle already breathing.
Lois (smiling knowingly): “He always knows, doesn’t he?”
Arielle (fondly): “Alfred’s a mind-reader. Or maybe just a miracle worker.”
Bruce and Clark exchange a glance. Clark doesn’t drink much, but he accepts a glass out of politeness.
Bruce (low voice, smirking just slightly): “So… parenting the super-sons. How’s that been?”
Lois chuckles, swirling her glass.
Lois: “Let’s just say Jon’s heart is in the right place, even if his powers show up at the worst times.”
Arielle’s eyes brighten, eager.
Arielle: “At least he wants to be a kid. Damian… he tries so hard to be older than he is.” (pauses, with that soft, maternal ache) “Sometimes I think he forgets he’s only ten.”
Lois leans forward, warm and knowing.
Lois: “That’s why Jon needs him, though. Jon keeps Damian grounded in childhood, whether he likes it or not.”
Clark nods.
Clark (genuine): “And Damian will keep Jon sharp. He needs that.”
Bruce watches Arielle as she smiles at that, her heart lighter knowing Damian has someone—even if Damian himself would never admit it.
The women are laughing, swapping stories like old friends. Alfred pours a little more wine. Bruce and Clark exchange that classic, quiet respect.
And upstairs? Damian’s trying not to flip the Uno table.
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🕹️ Upstairs – Damian & Jon
They’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Damian’s spotless room. The Uno game is in full swing, Jon grinning ear to ear while Damian looks like he’s enduring medieval torture.
Jon (grinning, laying down a card): “Draw four!”
Damian (flatly, glaring): “I despise you.”
Jon just laughs, totally unfazed. He looks around the room, then back at Damian.
Jon: “Y’know… your mom’s really pretty.”
Damian freezes mid-draw. Slowly, he sets the card down, eyes narrowing like a hawk.
Damian: “What did you just say?”
Jon (innocent, shrugging): “She’s nice! And really pretty. Like… model pretty.”
There’s a pause. Damian leans forward, voice cutting sharp and cold.
Damian: “Are you a pervert?”
Jon’s eyes widen, hands shooting up.
Jon: “Wha—no! No way! I just meant she’s… um… really nice and—uh—friendly?”
Damian (deadpan, disgusted): “Shameless.”
Jon scrambles to defend himself.
Jon: “No, seriously! I was just saying she looks like she could be in a magazine or something!”
Damian doesn’t blink.
Damian: “Pathetic. You are ten. Act like it.”
Jon groans, flopping onto his back.
Jon: “Man, you’re impossible. Why do I even try?”
Damian (calmly, smug): “That is the first intelligent question you’ve asked all evening.”
Jon throws a pillow at him. Damian doesn’t even flinch—he just lets it bounce off his shoulder, picks up another card, and says:
Damian: “Reverse. Your turn again, pervert.”
A/N
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