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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 235

“Mother, I have made a friend.”

Now don’t get him wrong, Danny was delighted at the idea of Jordan making a friend, he really was. But the last three attempts had been borderline kidnappings, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be. Thankfully it doesn’t seem he’s kidnapped this one. Hopefully.

Not that he wouldn’t be surprised if Dan managed to kidnap a tiny kryptonian, but the kid- Jon apparently- seemed happy enough to be there. Apparently his grandparents lived in the midwest too, and was happy enough to have someone to talk about it.

Though um, maybe Danny should have checked to see if his parents knew where he’d gone, because he was not expecting a harried-looking superman to suddenly appear at his window.

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Jon saw Dan do a bit of floating when he thought no one was looking & deemed him friend #Yes Dan is also 10 lol #Jon is not getting stuck in time #Dan isn’t above contacting grandpa Clockwork because uh his totally-not-friend noo #Just wait until someone whose survived the end of the world sees Dan #mom danny #Clark: Look Jon and I made fellow alien friends :D #Ellie is 18 and started on a roadtrip for her birthday to explore more #Jon has a habit of befriending the grumpy ferals #Danny is happy he has someone to talk about space with #He meets Lois and Jimmy too & the world trembles at the potential shenanigans #Clark weeps internally before finding out that Danny can deal with most of their shenanigans

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dylan-hague · 7 years

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Epilogue

Rachel’s Pond, Jump City. May 15th, 2023. 11:45 AM.

“God in heaven, Jon, why can’t I stop shaking?”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, Batboy.”

“Jonathan, I’m serious! I’ve gone toe-to-toe with criminal psychopaths before, why am I so nervous?”

“Because this is bigger than that, Damian! Come on, this is gonna affect the rest of your life!”

“Look, just… Jon, I need to know something right now, before it’s too late.”

“Anything, Damian.”

“… Are you sure my tie’s on straight?”

Jonathan chuckled as he straightened his friend’s tie for the fifth time. In over six years of fighting crime together, the half-alien had never seen Damian this unnerved over anything before. The poor guy was about to shake right out of his shoes. But who could blame him, really? Five years is a long build-up for the biggest day of your life. And being a Wayne, they certainly made it a grand enough affair; it was bound to be a regular who’s-who of superheroes today. The turnout was shaping up to be as big as Dick and Barbara’s had been, and certainly bigger than Tim and Stephanie’s. But Jon didn’t mean to compare, it was no competition… but both the bride and groom had expressed some modicum of discomfort. They both would have much rather had a simple, small ceremony with just their closest friends.

Which is why they were having this private wedding now.

It had been Jon’s idea, actually; they both wanted to have a small gathering, just the Waynes, their fellow Titans (they had dropped the “Teen” not long after Garfield was old enough to drink). So they scheduled the second, bigger ceremony for that afternoon, and planned this first ceremony for just them. It was perfect.

“You alright, D?” Jon asked as he put a comforting hand on Damian’s shoulder.

The Son of Batman let out a hefty sigh. “Yeah… yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

As the two boys came out from behind the tree, they couldn’t help but smile back at their family and friends as Damian stood beside Jon’s father. Closest thing to a minister, indeed; nobody remembered exactly when Clark got himself ordained, but here he was, happy to officiate. Damian gave a quick nod to Zatanna, who stood on Clark’s other side; it hadn’t been easy to find her, but Damian was relieved when the girl accepted the offer to be the Maid of Honor. It seemed only fitting; after all, Zatanna and her father had been there when no one else could.

The farmer put a hand on Damian’s shoulder as the sound of a piano filled the air around them… the piece his grandmother Martha had written for his father when he was just a boy. Funny that this was the piece she chose, since in a way, this was the piece that brought her into the family all those years ago. And as everyone stood and turned around, there she was. Damian froze, unable to speak as she came slowly forward, dressed all in white with her long black hair cascaded gracefully down her back, looking down at the roses in her hand. Pennyworth Blues… they’d been her favorite ever since she first laid eyes on them in his father’s garden. Damian had to cover his mouth for a moment, choking back his tears… This had to be some sort of dream. He didn’t deserve this woman. Yet, here she was. His beautiful, perfect Raven. Her eyes flitted up to lock with his, and Damian couldn’t contain his smile as a single tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek and dripping from his chin to the ground below.

“Well,” Clark began, “I think I speak for all of us when I say we’ve been waiting for today to come for a very long time.” Everyone laughed for a moment as Damian wiped his face before the older Superman continued. “Folks, I can’t tell you how proud I am of these two kids. When I first met them, my son had just left home to learn how to be a hero on his own. I was so scared that he would lose his way or get hurt out there, but the morning after he left, he called me up, and there they were. A couple of kids coming together to make my boy feel at home…” Clark turned to look at Jon, a smile forming under his peppered beard. “I don’t think I need to tell you how invaluable these Damian and Raven have been to the work we do. They fight the good fight harder and harder each day, and it was with great pride that we welcomed them into the League last year…”

As Clark’s voice trailed off, Raven turned her eyes back to him in confusion. Damian, however, just kept smiling back at his bride.

“… Which is why I’m sorry to say I won’t be conducting this ceremony.” Raven’s eyes widened as the weathered Kryptonian began to rise into the air, still smiling. “Giovanni, go ahead.”

Just as Raven opened her mouth to speak, she recognized the name Clark had spoken. Just then, an old man, with a much thicker mustache than he’d last been seen with, stepped out from behind the old tree and stood where Clark had been standing. As Raven and Damian turned their eyes to him, the old man offered a sweet smile at the bewildered bride. Raven’s voice hitched in her throat as she realized who was standing before her, and just what was happening.

“… Zatara?”

Giovanni Zatara nodded slowly as he looked back at her, brimming with pride. “Buongiorno, Principessa.”

The blue roses fell to the ground unceremoniously as Raven threw her arms around her teacher. The old magician let out a laugh as he wrapped the girl in his embrace.

“I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, Corva bella,” Zatara whispered softly as Raven regained her composure, taking her dropped flowers from Damian’s hands.

“Zatara…” Raven’s voice was shaky as she smiled back at the man. “… I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” The magician gave her a wink before turning his eyes back to the small gathering, with Clark now standing amongst them. “Well then, let’s begin.” The crowd took their seats as Zatara took off his hat.

“Friends, we are gathered today…”

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