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Robin/Damian Wayne analyzed his enemies. Two out of three he already took care of, but the third one was just showing now her real threat level. Robin decides to increase his attack. The enemy tried to block it with her colorful devices while holding high two small blades. He looked down for a moment. Lying there, between him and the enemy, a female figure surrounded by red. He grabbed the small discs he saved for this moment and made his move.
"Your 50 cents and another dollar."
"All in."
Too fast, thought Damian. Escape now, live to fight later, or call the bluff?
"Whatever is the result,” came in a strong masculine voice, “we will call it a night. It's time for you kids to go to bed"
She complained:
"Clark, I finally got someone worth beating on poker and…" she looked at his censoring eyes and her son, who was starting to slow-blink "Fine, last hand."
"I and my father are used to many sleepless nights, Kent." Damian pushed his chips to the table. "I am paying to see, Mrs. Kent. All in."
"Yes, but you're not in your Cave, Damian. This is our house." Answered Clark Kent
Lois Kent turned her hand, showing a Jack and a 10. With the one Queen on the table, between the 9 and the eight and other two useless cards…
"Straight."
"*tt*" Damian looked at his two Queens and sighed. He would need to study more poker statistics. "Well played, Mrs. Kent."
"Very well, kids, shower, and bed. Go first, Jon."
Jon Kent looked at his father for an instant. He always heard the guests must have priority, but Damian was far from the usual guest. He listened, as he entered the bathroom. His mother was inviting the little Wayne for another hand. Well, it's a way to keep the guy in check, though Jon.
After a while, Damian entered Jon's room, to find him on his bed, toying with his laptop.
"Since we can't escape this senseless weekend together, we can at least use it in a productive way. I am tracking three nearby cases that…" Batman's son phrase came to a halt, noticing his traveling bag was almost empty. Opening Jon's wardrobe, he noticed some of the things he put in there were also missing. Jon chuckled
"While you were showering, my dad took away all your weapons and uniforms. You will have them back in the morning. He said he wanted to be sure we would sleep, and not go on an adventure."
"*tt*" He looked in his bag, to find his three comic books there. Well, two comic books, the other one was just a cover with photos and details of the crimes he wanted to investigate. "Those are not the actions of a good host." And laid on his sleeping bag, getting up at the very instant, noticing something amiss.
"Including the one hidden in your sleeping bag. X-ray vision, you know."
"I think we will have to postpone the investigations until tomorrow. I will brief you anyway, hayseed, so pay attention." Damian opened the fake comic book and spread the information on Jon's bed. "First case, several electric anomalies around the area lately. Hardly coincidence. Could be a meta-human developing their powers. Next, a pawn shop was robbed a few hours ago, the owner wounded shoot. Two males, white or mixed. They ran away in…"
"Save it, Damian, we will follow my schedule for the weekend. Dad will make sure of it." He smirked "But, speaking of briefs…" Jon pointed to Damian, who, unlike he, who was wearing short pajamas, was ready to sleep in underwear and an old t-shirt.
"What. Is. So. Funny."
"Two things. I thought the 1% could afford better clothes."
"Real wealthy people don't waste money in frivolities like fashion and such."
Jon was really laughing now. "But your undies are white. Robins don't usually run around in bright green ones?"
Damian clenched his teeth. "Whatever the colour we choose we know to use then under our trousers."
"Boys! Sleep" came in a commanding voice from the other side of the door.
"Right, dad, right." Quickly answered Jon
"You didn't give me many options, Clark." With that, Jon's father opened the door with a big frown.
"That's Mr. Kent for you, kid. And I promised Bruce to keep you out of trouble."
"*tt*"
Damian went inside his sleeping bag, making a mental list of the places he didn't explore at the manor and cave. He must find his father’s kryptonite weapons before the next event with the Kents.
"I don't see the reason behind it."
It was very early in the morning, but the sun already was announcing a hot day. Jon looked at Damian, at the other side of the fence, and gave the horse another long, firm brush.
"We'll ride. See a bit of the surroundings."
"Why?"
"Just for fun, Damian."
"I have a flying motorcycle and the batmobiles. Can't see how this could be…"
"Oh, I see. You don't know how to ride a horse."
Jon’s tease was enough for Damian to enter the stable and jump on a horse.
"I mastered jump courses at my grandfather's at six years old. But these animals don't look nothing like his Arabian Horses."
"And now you are going to tell me they had machine guns attached."
"No."
The young Kent smiled. His friend can be almost normal, after all.
"They were just trained to stand still when hearing one being fired."
Forget that. Jon directed his attention to his horse:
"Don't listen to him, Sunny. You're the best."
"Sunny?"
"Her name is Thousand Sunny. Yours' Kakarrot. You can now make fun of the names."
Damian just tilted his head a bit "They are… really random?"
"You don't know what they mean?"
"Should I?"
Jon laughed a lot.
"Now I know what we will do latter on. You have a lot to catch up." He said, mounting. "Short version, there's this anime…"
"Anime?"
20 minutes later
"… like your father."
"Damian, if you're going to keep cutting every phrase I say about Dragon Ball with 'like my father' I will…"
"But it is. Everything you said is a rip-off… Or you're just watching a show that tells you how great daddy dearest is."
"Robin, not everything has a reason behind it. I watch because it's fun."
"Fun. There's the word again."
"Yeah, fun. Just that. You just… have fun. Even you…"
But the Wayne kid was looking elsewhere, and practically jumped off his horse and ran a few meters. Jon followed.
"Whooooa, Sunny, let's see what the City Boy-"
"Keep your mare away. Don't ruin the scene."
In front of the two boys there was a considerable hole in the ground.
"Is that… is that a grave?"
"No". Damian Wayne turned his head and grinned at a concerned Jon Kent. "This is… fun."