Superman: The Lost Warrior

Damian's POV

"Is there anything wrong with me being your aunt?" Zara asks, staring at Jonathan intently.

Jonathan clearly struggles to find his words. "Well—I…"

"Is there?" Zara presses, her gaze growing even more intense.

"N-no, not at all," Jonathan stammers, clearly flustered.

"Great, now give me a hug," Zara commands, spreading her arms.

Kara throws Jonathan a "you better do what she says" look, and he reluctantly steps forward. Zara hugs him tightly, while Jonathan awkwardly pats her back like he's afraid she'll crush him. I bite my lip so hard to keep from laughing that it actually hurts.

Zara's POV

Satisfied, I pull away and glance at Damian, who quickly averts his gaze—but I see the slight shake of his shoulders. He's laughing, and poorly hiding it. I roll my eyes and ignore him, turning my attention back to Jonathan.

Two Hours Later

Superman's POV

We arrive home earlier than expected, and I decide to spend some quality time with my son. But as I step into the house, I freeze.

Jonathan is sitting at the table… wearing a bib. Zara is feeding him spoonfuls of something green while Kara and Damian sit nearby, desperately trying not to burst out laughing.

"Jonathan, what is going on?" I ask, stunned.

Jonathan looks up, his cheeks redder than a firetruck. "It's not what it looks like, Dad," he mumbles through a mouthful of mush.

"Hey, Zara," I call, trying to compose myself. "Why don't you help me get the groceries from the car?"

Zara looks up, surprised, but quickly obeys. The second she leaves the room, Kara and Damian lose it. Kara's laugh is so loud it's a wonder Zara doesn't hear it outside, and Damian's is the kind that makes your ribs ache from holding it in too long.

The chaos dies down quickly when my phone rings. It's Bruce.

"I know how to get the information for the Russian mafia case," he says without preamble.

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