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“Aunt Kara?”

Jon knocked on her door. “Its Jon. Came with pizza!”

Please answer the door. There hasn’t been any danger he needed to address yet. He really wanted to hang out with his Aunt.

a cartoon character is looking out a window at a city ALT: a cartoon character is looking out a window at a city

" I still believe that robots will all become friends one day and never fight each other again"

An independent portrayal of Astro Boy/ATOM. No association with Tezuka Productions.

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things his father had backed him into a corner to make him do.

He didn’t think he’d say anything at all. He would just let Damian talk.

Jon grabbed Damian’s hand. Not in anyway but a way to let him know that he was there, he wasn’t alone. As long as Jon was around he wouldn’t be.

He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t approve of how Damian lived on his world, of all the things he had done. Of all the

“Still 18.”

He brought Damian to the nearest bench. “I have a lot of questions.”

Goodness, if Damian’s Batman that means something happened to Bruce. He needs to know everything. “Are you able to tell me anything at all?”

on?”

“Are you sure?”

He’s just going to keep disregarding the sly comments. Jon got up and sat next to him. “If theres something going on, Dami.. you can tell me.”

Oops. Dami was reserved for his Damian. “Damian. I mean. No one is going to push you away here, you can talk to me. Whats going

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“Hm?”

Jon turned around. “Damian?” He got out of his seat, “What happened?”

He reached to touch his friends arms. “Damian, how did you—? How old are you?”

ㅤㅤ

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is getting old.”

“To be honest, I could have.”

He got up and sat beside Damian. “But I know something is going on here. I know you’re running from something. I’m trying to help you, Damian.”

He sighed. “If you don’t want to talk, I can walk you out. But its been more than a few hours now and this game

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… or anyone here.”

“I’m not sure either.”

He shook his head, then gestured to the water and vegan fruit snacks he left on the nightstand for him. He had those for when his Damian would come over.

“But you… can stay here as long as you have to. Or want to. Just please promise me you won’t try fighting me

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fighting me and whoever else walks into your path. I don’t want to have to put you somewhere you don’t want to be on a strange world. This world is much different than yours. I get it might be a shock, but it gives you no right to lash out.”

“You’re in my bedroom. On my farm. Where my family lives. So I advise you to really consider your next move, Damian.”

Jon stayed seated, looking across the bedroom. “If you’re unhappy here, I can get you back to your home world. But I can’t have you here if all you plan on doing is

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into the sky, Jon flew to the farm. The few seconds felt like forever with him unconscious in his arms.

Touching down, Jon walked into his bedroom and laid Damian on to the bed, sitting and watching him until he woke up.

Jon charged about fifty volts into his hand and grabbed Damian’s, locking their fingers and holding tightly. He held it for a only a few seconds, but just enough to knock him out.

“Look what you made me do, Damian.” He sighed, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Darting up

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smiled.

Jon used restraint as well, simply just grabbing the guns and crushing them. Luckily for the crooks, they were smart enough to stand down after Superman and Mary Marvel embarrassed them.

“Good.” Jon let the dust fall from his hands, then turned to Mary and walked beside her. “Not bad.” He

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on purpose. Did he say something? Was it something he said?

After the punch, he took Damian by the arm and launched him into the air, flying up behind him.

Jon frowned and ate the punch, but then shot his arm out toward Damian’s ribcage. He didn’t take pleasure in doing it, but if he wanted this to end he’d have to put Damian out of commission.

While doing that, he couldn’t help but wonder what he did wrong. He didn’t end up on Damian’s earth

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“Please. Just think about what you’re doing, who you’re doing it to and where you are. If you’d just stop and think for a moment, we can resolve this.”

…

“Please. Don’t make me hurt you.”

Jon stayed quiet and let Damian approach him, then tossed him aside as he got close.

“I’m giving you the opportunity to think, Damian. Whatever your goal is— to kill me, to harm me. It won’t work.”

He stood tall. This was hurting him. The sight of Damian on the floor was hurting him.

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I did, or what you’re here for. Or how you got such strength. But we can talk about this. Just stop now.”

distance between them. Whatever Damian thought he was capable of, Jon was a million times more. Every shout, every step and every gesture was calculated to ensure the safety of everybody. Damian’s power was a cheap power up, Jon’s was a natural gift he spent years harnessing. “I don’t know what

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