EXTRA
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Gotham City was bleak, especially in the late twilight.
The buildings with their sharp architectures, which cast elongated shadows on each other, prevented the light that managed to pass through the always cloudy sky from reaching the ground. The headlights of cars in motion resembled the eyes of night predators. The lights in the apartments made people looking out the window look like spectators of the horrifying spectacle that the city was able to provide with its criminality.
Jonathan, who didn't like being there alone, tried not to be afraid of everything. Seeing his best friend being tortured by sadistic doctors had been enough for the day... for the days, as he dedicated himself to watching Damian's entire stay from that window at that neurological center in Metropolis - Tortured! Because he knows very well what he saw, regardless of how much adults try to convince him otherwise!
The young hero sneaked over the buildings, not wanting to arouse the interest of Gotham's night watchmen, let alone the outlaws they fought. His goal was far from the city center, it was Wayne Mansion. There he would have time to explain himself.
When Jon finally arrived in front of the doors of the mansion, still surprised by his great performance being stealthy, he was not sure what he was going to do. If not even the parents themselves had believed his version of the facts, he would not be one of the "sons of Batman" who would believe - they, without exception, seemed to be neurotic.
He was left to think: what would Damian do now? What would he tell him to do?
He stared at the big door, wondering if he should just go in or ring the doorbell and wait for someone. However, before he could make up his mind, a tall guy opened the door and stared at him in silence with a judgmental look.
— E-Er ... Hi! I-I... I am... Jo-Jonathan and I-I... — Feeling his cheeks redden as he fumbled with what he should say, Jon just wanted Damian to be there to explain the whole situation in his place — You... You know Damian, right?
— A dwarf brat who lives here? Yes, if I am not mistaken he is the son of my adoptive father or something... — Jason rolled his eyes — He cannot go out to play now, it is off yet.
— No! Is not it! I-I... — The youngest took a deep breath and decided to take courage, after all, one of Damian's brothers - whom he insisted on not considering as brothers - could help him — I know where Damian is and I know he is sick, you don't have to pretend with me! But someone needs to save him, they are doing terrible things with Dami in that place and...!
— Hey, hey... — Todd murmured, chuckling at the end — Since I don't have to pretend, Superboy, how about this: save the stinky brat yourself. That's not my problem! — And closed the door.
Jonathan felt his eyes sting, but he forced himself to swallow his tears and tried to think of what to do. He hated to admit this kind of thing, but it really was a stupid idea to go there. Now, going downtown and looking for someone didn't seem to be effective - that place seemed to have ears in every gap. Besides, Nightwing should be busy and overwhelmed... and he probably wouldn't believe him.
Jon also didn't want to leave and ignore his friend in need of help, nor could he try to save him. It's not like I haven't tried, but just getting close to Damian is enough for him to have a "crisis".
— THEY ARE TORTURING IT! — he shouted, floating in front of the windows where the other one passed, he would try again — THEY USE DAMIAN FOR EXPERIMENTS! — continued, no matter how much he was being ignored — NOBODY BELIEVES IN ME, HAS TO SAVE DAMIAN! — When he noticed that Jason was going to enter a door away from windows, he started banging against the glass trying to get attention — WILL KILL HIM! HE'S YOUR BROTHER!
Jason Todd, tired of that annoying child, drew one of the guns. If Jonathan wanted attention, now he had it: he unloaded the bullets at the armored window, leaving Jon terrified that he had served as a target. The boy, who had already shut up, just stared at the marks on the window glass with teary eyes, was proof that no one believed him.
The boy wanted to go home and hide from all the problems that were surrounding him under the blankets. However, he went back to the door and sat there. He would wait as long as it was before he could talk to someone else. He would only leave Gotham when he got someone's help - and if he didn't, at least he would have time to devise an excuse good enough to have disobeyed his mother.
And he stayed there for minutes... for over an hour.
Time did not seem to pass, neither could he think of anything.
— ... Hey... — Jason murmured, opening the door again — Are you up for something to eat?
— ... Will you help Damian? — Hopefully, Jon looked at Jason as if he were practically an angel.
— No, but I made a noodle for you. The best hospitality I have, should be flattered! — The eldest leaned against the door, he didn't seem as bothered as before.
— ... But will you help Damian? — As much as he tried to remain firm in his goals, his super growing belly of a boy was already snoring.
— If you keep asking questions, it will get cold.
— I-I accept, but only because I love noodle! — the little one replied blushing, entering the mansion as if he were dropping his pride outside. He already knew the way to the kitchen by heart, even though the darkness inside that place made him afraid — ... And because I need to convince you to save Damian! I know that the two of you are not quite like real brothers... not that it is because you are adopted! O-Or because it's troublemaker! ... You are Jason, right? So: I know you two haven't gotten along as brothers since that misunderstanding, but if you even believe me, we can...! — Jon fell silent when he realized he was alone in that place — ... Jason?
Without any response, the child continued walking down the hall until he finally reached the kitchen. Unlike the rest of the mansion, the lights were on and it seemed to be an inhabited place - since, on the counter, there was a bowl of noodle still smoking.
Damian needed help, however, it is not polite to undo it, right?
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NOTE
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The misunderstanding between Damian and Jason happened at the annual Teen Titans (Renaissance). Basically, the two fought because Damian suspected that Jason had betrayed him as an informant. Jason Todd beat him in the fight to show that the Demon Wayne can't be suspicious of everyone like that, let alone go after people for nothing when he's still just a kid with a lot to learn - especially that covers are dangerous.
I am saving a presentation from Jon for when he will appear in a chapter, instead of in an Extra.
For now, I can tell you the following:
He is Damian's best friend. Not only because they fought crime together in Super Sons, but really because they end up getting along: in DCeased, Damian is at his house playing video games when the whole zombie problem happens; in the Super Sons Adventure, Jon would vacation at Wayne Mansion. Speaking of Super Sons, in the end it is very clear that they will continue to be good friends even when they are old (however much it all leads to understanding a possible "disunity" at some point).
Now imagine the desperation of poor Jonathan...
Note from Note: in Super Sons, chapter 15, Jon states that he will only marry with a noodle.