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Continuation but there has been a two year time skip. Jon works as a Super now, having found his long lost Father. And Damian has just been dropped off with his father.

3rd person pov

"I'm afraid he doesn't speak beloved." Talia said, placing a hand on Damian's shoulder. Bruce gazed to his son sadly.

"Thats unfortunate. But it's alright, he'll fit in just fine I'm sure." Bruce responded as kindly as he could. Damian brought a hand to his throat, rubbing a large scar that sat there. His mother lightly knocked his hand away.

"Despite him being almost twenty now, he isn't ready to live on his own in the modern world just yet. Which is why I'm leaving him with you." Talia said.

"Of course. I'm happy to have him." Bruce replied. Talia glanced at Damian who was about her height now, but still rather small for a twenty year old male.

"This is goodbye for now Damian." She said. "I'll see you again I'm sure." She cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Damian nodded lightly in response. He waved slightly as Talia let go of his face.

"Take care of him beloved." She said to Bruce before disappearing. Bruce nodded in affirmation before turning his attention back to Damian.

"Come. I'll take you to your new home." He beckoned Damian over to the car. Damian bit his lip but obeyed, rubbing his throat scar again.

Bruce pursed his lips. Despite the fact that Damian was an almost twenty year old recent ex-assassin, he seemed like a lost little seven year old who'd been pawned off to multiple homes.

Bruce sighed. This was going to be a difficult one.

~Time Skip to three months later~

Jon clenched the photo in his fist. The poor thing was ripped and beaten up from its long age. Despite the fact the photo itself was torn, the person in the picture still looked beautiful as ever to Jon.

It was the one photo he had from the League because he'd carried it on him at all times.

Every time Jon thought of the League, he felt horrible. He had left Damian behind. These two years, Damian could've just been being tortured and beaten. Perhaps he's dead or married off.

Jon tucked the photo back into his pocket where it always sat and stood up off the park bench. He continued walking down the familiar path.

The half kryptonian tried taking a walk every morning because it helped calm him. He sighed heavily. This morning wasn't all that calming. He had a mission with alms members of the Batfamily in an hour or so and wanted to get a bit of positivity in his system before he had to walk into that dark and dreary cave.

Jon felt his wrist buzz and glanced down. An alert on his watch said he should start making his way now. With another heavy sigh, the man hid behind a few trees, made a quick change into his suit, and took off into the air towards Gotham City.

Meanwhile, Damian sat in the cave at a little table off to the side. He was sketching as per usual, didn't do much else in his spare time.

Dick, Stephanie, Tim and Jason often tried to see just what he was drawing but they were never successful.

Damian often drew animals or what he could remember of the League. The drawings of the league were rather disturbing. He only remembered the blood and violence, he drew the cell he was beaten and tortured in for months until his mother helped him escape.