Payback is a B****, Damian, and little sisters grow up. Damian is 29, Jon is 24, and Helena is 18.
METROPOLIS
A ROOFTOP
NIGHT
Nightbird, the hero otherwise known as Damian Wayne, clung to the side of a skyscraper in Metropolis. He was in town on WE business and just felt the need to stretch his legs. Working in the city disagreed with him, with all the family to be honest. It was too clean, too sleek, too not Gotham. The Supers were welcome to it.
Nightbird moved to shoot off a grapple when movement caught his eye. From the north he could see Superboy rising through the buildings. Superboy's back was to him, cape fluttering around him.
When Jon was old enough Conner had done the same as Damian had done with Helena. He had created a new identity for himself and passed his own mantle down. Jon had chosen to wear a uniform more like his father's than his uncle's which included the traditional cape.
Superboy turned in the air at that moment revealing that his arms were full of a uniformed woman with her legs wrapped around his waist and her mouth fastened securely to his. Damian chuckled. Jon was a member of his Team and somehow, despite the almost five year age difference, they were close friends. He liked to think he had inspired Jon's impressive track record with women. Or at least he had before he admitted to his feelings for Lian and left that all behind him. Someday Jon would find his own Lain and stop jumping from woman to woman.
In the meantime…Damian's eyes narrowed as the kiss broke and the woman pulled back revealing her face. Damian hissed and activated the scanner in his mask that would enlarge the area giving him a better view of the woman's face. He snarled as the picture snapped into focus. Robin. The Kryptonian had his hands, his mouth, all over Damian's baby sister. This would not be allowed to stand.
He pushed the anger back as Superboy began to speak. Batman insisted they all learn to read lips for tactical situations were bugs or getting close enough to listen were out of the question. The farm, they were going to the farm.
Smallville
Kent Family Farm
Night
Jon Kent lay on his back on the roof of the barn staring at the night sky filled with stars. Helena Wayne rose from his side to straddle his hips and rise above him blocking his view of the stars. Both were out of uniform, in civilian clothing.
Dark hair billowed around her; draped down to caress his face, cat shaped green eyes stared into his blue ones.
"You're so beautiful, so smart, so deadly." Jon's hands gripped her hips for a moment then slid up under her t-shirt slowly. "How did I get this lucky?"
Helena shivered as his hands roamed. "I chased you until you caught me." She leaned down and captured his mouth in a kiss. She moaned as his fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans flicking the button open.
Suddenly she was yanked up and away, sent tumbling across the roof. She rolled with it coming up in a battle stance prepared to fight her attacker when she was grabbed from behind and locked in place.
"Don't move Cub." A familiar voice growled in her ear.
She twisted slightly, looking up to gape at her second oldest brother. "Jason?"
"Just relax. We'll deal with this."
The shock of Helena being ripped away from him, followed by the sight of the figure looming over him froze Jon in place.
"Damian?" He whispered. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Damian snarled. "I am retrieving my baby sister from your clutches. She is not for you to use like one of your other girls. You are supposed to be my friend!"
"I am your friend and I would never do that to Helena anyway!" Jon edged up into a sitting position.
"Damian." Helena spoke from her position still locked in Jason's arms.
"Do not worry Cub. I will get to you." Damian didn't even spare her a glance.
"You'll…." Helena sputtered in indignation. She raised her right foot and stumped down on the arch of Jason's foot. She knew precisely the right angle at which to hit him. It wouldn't hurt through his boot but it should startle him into loosening his grip.
It worked. His grip loosened enough for her to slam her elbow into his solar plexus. Jason's breath was knocked out his lungs and Helena spun out of his grip. She headed straight for Damian.
Damian's only warning was Jon's eyes widening slightly. The impact of Helena's boot caught him in the middle of his back and sent him tumbling. He flipped over Jon, spun in the air, landing on his feet facing Helena.
He snorted at the sight of her. She stood perpendicular to him and Jason over Jon, waiting for one of them to strike.
"Going to let a little girl fight your battles for you, Kent?" Contempt dripped in Damian's tone.
"I've learned that when the women in your family are pissed off, Damian, it's best not to get in their way." Jon tried to keep a wary eye on all three Bats at once. "Also, I think calling her a little girl isn't going to help you."
"I can handle my sister." Damian sneered.
Helena's eyes narrowed but before she could speak a cold, stern voice rang out.
"You're all getting down off this roof and explaining yourselves. No one will be handling anyone."
Four pairs of startled eyes looked beyond the roof to see Clark, Conner, and Bruce hovering there. It took several long seconds before the shock passed and they all realized Bruce was standing on the Batwing.
"Father." Damian began.
"Don't Damian. You heard Clark. Get off the roof. We're going to talk about your behaviour on the ground." With that all three men began to lower slowly to the ground.
When the other four joined the three men on the ground Bruce glared at each of them in turn.
"What were you thinking attacking Jon?" He demanded.
"You do not understand Father." Damian responded heatedly. "He had his hands all over Helena's person. It was not to be tolerated."
"I was more than happy with Jon's hands, and anything else he wanted, being all over my person." Helena stepped forward.
"You're not old enough to have a say." Jason moved to stand in front of her.
"Hey!" Helena shoved her way back in front of Jason and rounded on him. "I'm an adult and it's my body. I get to decide who touches it and who doesn't. If I want every member of the Team and the League to lay their hands on me that's my call. Not my Neanderthal big brothers."
"What?" Jon looked up from staring at the ground.
"What is your problem with Jon dating Helena anyway?" Conner stepped forward. "We're all practically family. Clark is her Godfather."
"Our problem?" Damian sneered. "He does not need Helena as another notch on his bedpost."
"That's not how it is with Helena!" Jon protested.
"Enough!" Bruce roared.
"Yes, Daddy, it's enough." With that Helena took two long strides toward Jon and leapt. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands fisted tightly in his black hair. Her mouth fastened to his in deep kiss.
Jon froze. His arms hung straight out to his sides, palms out, hands spread wide facing the men in front of him. He tried desperately to keep one eye trained on Damian and Jason to his left and his father, Conner, and his Uncle Bruce to his right. He was quite sure that he was going to drop dead from a Batglare on either side at any moment. There was also a slight possibility that his father or uncle might decide to do some damage after the bedpost comment.
Helena lifted her mouth from his. "Chicken." She breathed the word so softly he wasn't sure his father or uncle would have heard. She turned her head to look at her brothers. "Am I clear?"
Before anyone could respond a voice cut through the clear summer night. "Helena Martha Wayne, you will climb down off that boy this instant. You've scared him near to death and almost given your father an aneurysm." Martha Kent stood on the porch of the farmhouse with her arms crossed a disapproving look on her face. Jonathan Kent stood next to her but Helena thought he was trying not to laugh. Ma hadn't even looked at Damian and Jason but her next remark was addressed to them. "Wipe those smirks off your faces. I'm extremely disappointed in both of you."
"Yes Ma'am" Came the chorus from Helena's brothers. They had the courtesy to look somewhat ashamed. Helena slid down off Jon and stood facing Ma but slipped her hand into Jon's giving it a squeeze.
"Since the first night Jon brought you here to sit on the roof of the barn and watch the stars we've been waiting to hear the news. This wasn't quite what we expected." Helena and Jon looked at their grandparents in shock. Martha smiled indulgently. "Did you think we wouldn't know what was happening here? We always know."
"He is your grandson. Of course you are okay with this." Damian muttered.
"Damian." Martha's tone was lightly rebuking. "I held your sister when she was minutes old. I placed her in your arms for the first time. Do you really doubt I love her as one of my own?"
"No." Damian admitted then his eyes flashed. "He is not what Helena needs. He does not remain with women, he goes through them quickly."
"Who did he learn that from?" Martha asked quietly. Damian had the grace to look away. "Yet you come here and start a fight on our barn, you and Jason, like Helena was some piece of property you could squabble over. He won't hurt Helena. He'll answer to me if he does."
All eyes turned to Jon and he squirmed under the scrutiny. Helena opened her mouth to speak but this time Jon squeezed her hand.
"I thought about this long and hard before we started dating. I knew, we knew, that everyone was going to be less than accepting about this. That's why we wanted to be sure that starting something was right for us, why we have been keeping quiet about it. I won't hurt Helena. She's special to me." He smiled down at her.
Bruce felt something inside him break. Selina had warned him. There would come a day when there would be a boy who wouldn't be like the other boys. The boys Helena dated because it was fun, that didn't mean anything, that never got more than the smallest kiss. Lord knows Gotham would be littered with bodies otherwise. No, this time the boy would mean something. Only it wasn't a boy, it was a man. A man who his baby girl looked at like her mother looked at him.
Martha smiled at the two beautiful young people that were her youngest grandchildren. "I think that's enough for one night. Everyone should go home. Helena, you'll go home with your father. No arguments. You have to face your mother and that will be less than pleasant but you can divert some of her displeasure to your brothers."
Everyone nodded and began to head their separate ways. Damian and Jason not the least bit pleased at the prospect of Selina's wrath. Bruce took a moment for a deep breath then nodded to his daughter who was still holding hands with Jon.
"Martha. Jonathan." He turned to fully face the couple. "I apologize for the behaviour of my children. They…are passionate in many things particularly the people they care for."
"Then Jon is lucky Helena cares for him." Martha smiled. "Don't worry about this, Bruce. We love them all. It isn't the first time this farm has seen a fight. At least the barn is undamaged this time."
"In that case could I bother you for some bleach?" The man asked tiredly.
"Bleach?" Jonathan was confused.
"Yes, I'd liked to see if I can get the image of my daughter wrapped around your grandson out for my head." Bruce responded.
"Oh honey." Martha laughed. "If bleach could do that your kids would have been buying it by the truckload for years."