15362/Jon Drops By Wayne Manor

Jon Drops By Wayne Manor
Date of Scene:	11 July 2023
Location:	Family Room - Wayne Manor
Synopsis:	Jon stops by Wayne Manor to drop off an ELT for Damian in case Mister Mxyzptlk rears his ugly head again! And the two get to spend some nice time together.
Cast of Characters:	Jon Kent, Damian Wayne

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Jon Kent has posed:
It's always a little bit of a risk flying to a private residence, but Jon flew here at excessive speeds. It's is incredibly unlikely he could have been tracked. Plus the high speed covered for the fact that he is not wearing his uniform today but rather some rugged and well-worn farm clothing.

He approaches the front door of Wayne Manor and rings the bell. He waits patient for someone to come let him in. His hands are clasped gently behind his back as he peers around casually at his surroundings. The manor is, of course, elaborate and beautiful. He does prefer the less-manicured environment of the farm, but one can't deny that this is a hell of a way to live. As per usual, a friendly, warm smile is on his face while he waits.

His hair, of course, is a fright from flying here from Kansas at super speeds.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian opened the door, and looked out, he was dressed in a black shirt, and jeans. Looks like he was much less...formal at home sometimes.

  "Its a funny thing. Someone rang the doorbell but did not approach from the front gate." He does make a little joke, before letting Jon in. "You may enter, Kent." The resident german shepard scurries along and sits at Damian's side, wagging his tail with hus kouth open wide. "Seems Ace is also pleased to see you."

Jon Kent has posed:
It's difficult for Jon the hide the embarrassed grin on his face as he enters while glancing back toward the front of the estate. "You guys have a, uh, gate?" he inquires blithely.

Once inside, Jon drops down into a squatting position and starts roughing up Ace's fur. "Who is the specialist doggo in the entire world?" he asks rhetorically. His hands are powerful and he grew up around animals his entire life, so he finds all the good spots.

Once Ace is sufficiently super-petted, Jon stands again. "How have you been?" He gets to be normal in this environment. Typically, being Jon Kent means putting on an act of being a clumsy, bumbling, awkward teenager. His disguise is *so* much more than merely a pair of glasses. But no secret identities are at stake here at the moment. He gives Damian's shoulder a small, playful shove.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Its a quarter mile that way." Damian responds, pointing down the drive. He chuckles though.

  Meanwhile Ace was super happy with Jon's pets and scratches, even adjusting to lie on his back to allow for tummy scratches. Damian used to discourage such behavior, but Ace was well trained and snaps back to sitting next to Damian. "I have been fine." He says, giving a shove back, a little more force than Jon's, but nothing that would harm.

  "You?"

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon is a polite young man so when Damian gives him a shove, he goes with it, moving back a step or two. Showing off or shoving his powers in someone's face is so, so far from something he would intentionally do.

His expression grows a half step more serious. "Look, I, um, brought this by," Jon says as he reaches into his jeans pocket and tugs out a small, discreet device. "This is an ELT. It really powerful. It emits a signal that interacts with cell towers and satellites. If you set it off here, I'd be able to hear it all the back in Smallville." He looks Damian directly in the eyes. "If I hear it, I'll be at your location before you know it." He holds out the device. As he does, he looks downward to give Damian a small bit of privacy because Jon knows how much Damian hates accepting this thing.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's face looks a little more stern when he sees it. "T-thank you." He comments, taking the ELT and placing it in his pocket. He knew Jon meant well offering it, and even though he was more than capable himself...there are times where he something like this would be very useful.

  His face grows blushed, knowing no one else was here for the moment, Damian reached out and gave Jon a hug. "I...haven't talked to Father yet. He's been undercover without a phone. He's due to check in tomorrow though. We can see if he knows anything about this Mxyzptlk."

Jon Kent has posed:
There's something about being hugged by arms strong enough to crush steel, but gentle enough to let a friend know that everything will be fine. As he returns the hug, there is the faint smell of loam and the farm that clings to Jon despite the fact that he flew here. As he steps back, he shoves his hands in his pockets and peers at his work boots for a moment.

"It's been the same with me. Dad is off world at the moment, so I haven't been able to talk to him. The Justice League computer has very little information on Mister Mxyzptlk other than he is a trans-dimensional trickster who has given the likes of Superman a run for his money. So we gotta be careful. If this creature were to hurt you in some way..." A rare shadow passes over Jon's eyes. He leaves the rest of that grim sentence unspoken.

Jon nods in Damian's direction. "You got any food around this place?" he asks with a light laugh. "Do you even *know* where the kitchen is?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian smiles somewhat in the embrace of a friend. He steps back and nods. "Well. I will let you know if I find out anything in the meantime."

  There's a look that Damian knows all too well, he's used it himself for as long as he could remember. There's a silent understanding there, Damian doesn't say a word until he is asked about food. "I've lived here for almost four years. I still haven't seen it." His face was totally deadpan, looking at Jon with a serious face.

Jon Kent has posed:
The teasing smile fades from Jon's face as he peers oddly at Damian. "You don't..." He blinks a few times. "Well, is Mr. Pennyworth around maybe?" He just flew several hundred miles and he's really hungry. Looking around helplessly he adds, "It's probably, like, somewhere kinda toward the...toward like the back of..." Here comes that goofy frown people get when they realize they were just fooled. Jon draws in a deep breath and purses his lips.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Wayne?" he asks. "At my expense? At poor, starving Jon's expense?" He gives his best puppy dog eyes to Damian.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Through Jon's amazement, Damian maintains his deadpan face. Then comes the 'I've been had' face.

  "Oh please, like you are starving. I know your Grandmother cooks almost as good as Pennyworth." He snerks, leading Jon to the kitchen.

  "Pennyworth?" He asks, looking around, before approaching the fridge and opens the door. "Cookies are in there." He points behind himself, a crystal cakestand is filled with Alfred's famous cookies stacked in a pyramid. "There's always stuff in here." He opens the other french door and allows Jon to take a pick of whatever.

Jon Kent has posed:
As he walks alongside Damian to the kitchen, Jon loops one arm around Damian's neck. "So Damian Wayne has a sense of humor?" he says. "Well done, sir, well done." But once they enter the kitchen, Jon's jaw drops. This is where he would swear if he did such things. "Gosh," is all he can manage. "This kitchen is almost as big as our farmhouse," the teen of steel exaggerates playfully as he pushes his glasses up his nose. He falls back into those Jon Kents habits so easily.

He takes his arm from around Damian's neck and he beelines for the fridge. He tugs out all the sandwich fixin's he can get his hands on. Turkey, swiss cheese, tomato, spinach, onion, pickles, banana peppers, mustard, bread. He builds himself a gigantic sandwich.

"You want me to make you one?" Jon inquires as he takes a monster bite out of his sandwich. The smell makes his stomach grumble before he takes that bite. That makes his cheeks redden a bit.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian manages a slight smirk at Jon as its realized the ex-assassin has a sense of humor. Meanwhile, he helped himself to a couple carrots.

  It was something wlse, seeing a teenager create the giant sandwich Damian had only seen in cartoons. "Impressive." Though when asked, Damian shook his head. "I have patrol tonight, and that...would probably kill me." Damian says, motioning to the dagwood. Though Damian did have a chuckle at the stomach rumbling. "By all means though, enjoy."

Jon Kent has posed:
"..oo..bo'nt know...ut ur missin.." the young half-Kryptonian says with his mouth full. He burns off calories at a rate that approaches the speedsters, particularly when he does a lot of long-distance, high-speed flying. He just sits there at the kitchen table, eating, and watching Damian with a grin on his face. He's content and happy right now and he has no pretense against displaying that. After a few more bites, he dabs one fingertip on the plate to get some crumbs, which he licks off his finger. He sets the rest of the sandwich down on the plate for a moment.

He nods once more in Damian's direction. "What would you be doing right now if I didn't stop by?" Jon asks Damian, peering at the other young man to study his response. He leans a bit, putting an elbow on the table and propping his head up with one hand.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian would normally be averse to such speaking with one's mouth full. But Jon, and the Titans have grown to earn passes. Or he doesnt much care anymore. "Yes, I do not."

  Before the question is asked, and Damian's face had grown blushed again. "Drawing. Or sleeping." Given the time, and their procilivity for nocturnal activities, The Bats get any sleep they can, and tend to keep funky hours.

Jon Kent has posed:
Leaving the other half of his sandwich untouched (for now), Jon gets up and approaches Damian. As he does, the young half-Kryptonian takes off his glasses and leaves them on the counter. They just have plain glass lenses in them anyway. He still has that lazy, content smile on his face. He moves very close to Damian, like invading-your-personal-space close. Jon's only about an inch taller than Damian but somehow his presence makes him *seem* taller.

"You want me to go?" Jon asks gently, genuinely. "So you can get some sleep for patrol?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's cheeks grow more flushed. His heartbeat speeds up, and Damian knows Jon can hear it. "...no." He answers, before he turns his head momentarily, switching sides and going in for it.

  His pale green eyes look right at Jon's as he got closer to the Kryptonian, closing right before his lips made contact with Jon's. It was over quickly after, opening his eyes back up.

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon smiles as he and Damian kiss. Jon's a slow mover, old fashioned. This is exactly the speed he likes to go. He rests his forehead against Damian's. Like the former Robin, Jon's face also gets a little flushed. "Your heart's beating hella fast," he says softly, still smiling. "It's cute."

"Does that make me a cheater?" asks the Kryptonian? "Being able to hear your heartbeat? If you ask me to, I'll never listen to it again except for emergencies." He is of the House of El. His word is his bond.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "I don't care." Damian answers, not in the 'yes I care' kind of way. He honestly had no preference.

  Damian never had much ease speaking his emotions. Still, his face gave him away, even with a goofy smile that he had only let one other person see. He was smitten.

  He goes in again, a little longer this time, then he smirks again. "Intoxicating."

Jon Kent has posed:
It is with eagerness that Jon returns this second, longer kiss. Afterwards, he traces one strong thumb along Damian's jawline. "My dad told me that your dad doesn't exactly approve of people with powers being in Gotham," the young half-Kryptonian intones. "He may forbid us to see each other! We'll be the Capulets and the Montagues -- you're Juliet in this scenario, obviously." All of this is said with Jon's casual and warm playfulness. But this time it's laced with something new: affection.

He makes his way back to the table to once again sit in front of the remaining half of his sandwich. The Stomach can only be staved off for so long! Still smiling, he tucks into that sandwich eagerly.

There he sits, glasses off, hair severely wind blown, cheeks a little flushed, eating a turkey sandwich and grinning.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Like he-oh." He was about to he up in arms with his father.

  "Well played, Kent." He commented, sitting down with a glass of tea from the fridge. "He probably would approve." He comments, before sipping. "Not that I really care much."