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DC working hard to stop the Jonathon/Martha/Jor-El throuple allegations. They had to tell us twice that Jonathon and Jor are "adopted brothers."
Cowards!
That's a husband and wife and their live in alien boyfriend right there. You can't tell me they aren’t all holding hands in that picture.
Superman: Father of Tomorrow #1
Welcome to Camp Nightscape Ch8 posted. Penultimate chapter! Enjoy!
Heres a snippet:
Danny clamped his hands over his ears, but it was too late. Summer’s cry tore into his eardrums, sending blood trickling down his neck. The rest of the trio lay lifeless at her feet, bodies collapsed like puppets with severed strings.
Were they… dead?
What about the humans they’d inhabited?
Nausea swirled in Danny’s stomach at the question. He stayed frozen as Summer fell to her knees, her stolen body writhing, morphing into inhuman shapes. On all fours, fingers clutching at the ground, she convulsed, a hacking sound accentuating every jolt of movement, until a tar-like substance spilled from her mouth. Swirls of shimmering green ectoplasm mingled with the black sludge as it hit the ground in a disgusting sticky puddle. An inhuman growl tore from her throat as she collapsed beside her fallen comrades.
The night fell silent. All Danny could hear was his own thundering heartbeat.
Jon.
Where the hell was Jon?
It only took a second of frantic searching to find a pair of legs poking out from under ruined scraps of tent canvas. Danny crawled over to his side, throwing the tattered fabric out of the way, scanning his friend's unconscious form.
Was he…?
No…
Jon's chest gently rose and fell. He was breathing. He was still alive. Danny scanned the aftermath around them. The rest of the camp remained hypnotized at the edge of the hilltop, gazes fixed on the meteor storm above.
Why hadn’t the machine’s hold over them broken yet?
As though it had been waiting for his silent question, the machine behind him groaned. Its green light brightened, illuminating Jon’s pale face, making him look sickly. A crackling sound set the hairs on the back of Danny’s neck on end. He twisted his head around to find the source.
The ring that had been at the centre of the machine floated in mid air, shaking, electricity sparking around it. Danny watched transfixed as a stream of blue-green light suddenly gushed from the machine, sending a shimmering wave out over the crowd of mindless campers.
The light settled over them, sinking into each person like a soul returning to its rightful body. And with it, some awareness began to return to their expressions. Each person’s gaze drew slowly back down to their surroundings, looking to one another for answers to questions they’d only just remembered to ask.
Butterflies of hope fluttered in Danny’s chest.
Had they really done it?
Was it… over?
He stared at the trio's abandoned bodies, biting his lip as he waited for some sign of movement.
It was never this easy.
There was no w-
A dark shadow began to lift.
OH YES OH YES OH YES
Chapter 7 of Welcome to Camp Nightscape is up!
Snippet:
Danny’s head hung low, chin bobbing against his chest. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, matting his snow white hair to his skin.
He wasn’t sure how, but the machine was keeping him in ghost form. He felt so weak he was sure he’d have reverted to his human half otherwise. With his arms pinned to his sides, his muscles ached against the strain of his fixed position. The magnetic field around him barely allowed him to turn his head an inch either way, let alone force his body free from its grip.
He was utterly helpless.
Pathetic.
He’d tried to go it alone, and this was the outcome? Danny's eyes filled with frustrated tears that he couldn't even wipe away. They fell freely as the reality of how stupid he’d been set in. He’d had someone right there, literally begging to help… and he’d been too stubborn - no, too scared - to take it.
A few hours earlier, keeping Jon out of harm's way had seemed like the most important thing in the world. His only guard against the guilt of failing to protect someone.
Guilt...
That was it wasn't it?
The thing he was really afraid of. He'd seen how it had destroyed his other self. The choices another Danny had made to be free of regret. Seeing that, knowing what he could be capable of... it had made him desperate to avoid any situation that might push him to do the same.
But he’d been fighting a losing battle. Some part of him had known that, even if he couldn't admit it to himself. Guilt wasn't something amyone could outrun forever.
And he felt its presence constantly.
From the moment he’d stepped inside his parent's machine and activated that portal, guilt had nestled it's way inside him. He'd given all the ghosts in the ghost zone an open door into Amity Park. Anything they did, it was all on him, right?
Except he was just a kid…
Just a clueless high schooler trying to be a one man army.
Of course he couldn’t handle all of this stuff completely alone!
Hell, even Superman needed help sometimes, didn’t he? Danny wondered how Clark Kent did it. How he managed the responsibility and worry that came with the job. It can’t be easy for him either - especially having Lois ‘dangles herself over the jaws of death’ Lane as a wife.
But Clark hadn't pushed people away, had he? He'd dared to still have a life. Friends. Wife.
Even kids.
Maybe he was even stronger for it.
Danny felt a sob rising in his throat as a thought hit him with cruel clarity.
He’d gotten this all so very wrong.
That other Danny, the one who'd been so desperate he'd gone to Vlad... it wasn't guilt that lead him there.
It was loneliness.
Danny let out a cry of frustration at his own blindness. Everything he'd been doing to prevent that future from becoming his was doing the exact opposite. He'd sidelined his friends, pushed Jon away and now an entire camp full of kids were about to live the rest of their lives as wonderless zombies.
The green glow of the machine began to brighten.
Danny's head lifted as high as he could manage. He watched as the dormant parts of the machine began rumbling to life, responding to some unseen change in the atmosphere. The air around him crackled and buzzed, blue flickers of light shooting across the machine's surface.
The meteor storm.
It must be starting.
No, no, no...
Danny flooded with panic as the status field around him started to vibrate. He had to do something. Come on, anything! A chill ran through him he felt something tugging at his ghost core, drawing in his ghostly energy like a vacuum and funnelling it into the machine.
His struggles were futile, leaving him too weak to hold his head up after only a few seconds of frantic movement,
Surrender caused his body to fall limp.
This was happening.
There was nothing he could do to stop it.
All he could do was pray Jonathan Kent hadn’t listened to a word he’d said.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82475501/chapters/222749601
I'll never understand those guys who call themselves Jon Kent "fans." They spend all their time insulting him in every way imaginable, and some even belittle his friendship with Damian on Super Sons, especially hating him for what happened in Secret Six. But at the same time, they refuse to let him go like a dog.
What do you think about that?
Note: I just remembered that people on Twitter are starting to praise Jon Lane Kent, saying he'd be a much better boyfriend for Jay, and all I can say is: Oh my God! ☠️
What do I think?
I understand why that would be frustrating to see. It does seem contradictory to hold onto a character while constantly putting him down. I think some people are still reacting to changes they didn’t like, but at a certain point it becomes less about critique and more about resentment.
At the end of the day, a lot of this comes down to people being attached to their preferred version of Jon. That doesn’t excuse tearing him down constantly, but it does explain why some fans seem so contradictory about him.
Smallville sells Martha and Jonathon's relationship as being picture-perfect but it can't be denied that once he dies she really comes into her own and undoubtedly does a better job at being a politician than he would ever be capable of.
Why were the Kents always on the brink of losing their farm? They didn’t have to pay any farm hands but all the work was being done. Do you think it was because a tractor, truck or other important expensive thing blew up every other episode? Or were they just not going into the details of disappointing harvests? Why were they struggling so much?
baby Aro and adult Jon
