Jonathan didn't think, he simply acted. The fist came at him from the side, he moved to the left, grabbed the fist and swung. His assailant went crashing into the wall. Another assailant came, this time with a weapon, Jonathan moved to meet them in the middle, he grabbed the weapon, snapped it in half and grabbed the would be assailant by the throat and choked them until he decided enough was enough, then he threw them to the ground. "Who else?" He demanded. Someone else came at him this time with speed. Jonathan saw them before they had the chance to do anything to him. He stuck his leg out and watched as they tripped. It brought him no satisfaction, simply disgust. Was this all that was there?

The world went dark around him, Jonathan smiled. Good, now this would be a fair fight. He heard the words, and moved before the woman could finish them. He got her by the throat and threw her to the ground. Unlike the others she got up. She threw something at him that forced him to the ground. He got up and moved. They met in the middle, clashing, sparks, green, red, blue, yellow, all of them came and hit one another at once. Jonathan used his strength and the woman used her magic, they forced one another back, causing the ground to shake. "Is that all you've got?" Jonathan asked.

The woman didn't respond, instead she threw another ball of light at him. He had seen it coming though and so knew where to move to. He moved, the wind whipping at his feet and hair, he grabbed the woman and held her in his grip. He stared at her and the chill of that night came back to him. The feeling of helplessness, the feeling that he was not good enough. He stared at the woman and he saw her, with her laughing eyes and her coldness. His gripped tightened, and someone somewhere was calling his name. "You…." He whispered. His eyes were warming up, he knew what was going to happen. "You…." The pain, the anger. His mother's body, her eyes unseeing. His grief, his father's grief. It all came forward. "You…." It was a roar now, his eyes were burning he needed to let it out, otherwise he was going to destroy himself.

"Come back to me, Jonathan. Please, come back to me." A voice whispered to him. Jonathan recognised the voice. His eyes turned back to normal, and he let the woman-Raven- go and stepped back. Or rather he staggered back. He looked around him, Damian was getting up nursing his neck, Wally had a broken leg. And Beast Boy… shit.

"I'm sorry." He said, before he turned and sped off. he needed some air. He desperately needed some air. He ran and ran, and didn't stop until he came to the spot where his mother had taken him once, when he had been a child. He closed his eyes and remembered.

"Why are we here, Mama?" Jonathan asked, he looked around at the towering structure, which looked so odd in the emptiness of the fields around it. Jonathan looked and then smiled when his Mama smiled at him.

"These are the ruins of the Montgomery Family. They were the people who helped create Smallville. They built many works of art and buildings to house the poor and the needy. I've brought you here because there is something I want to show you." Mama replied.

Jonathan beamed, if this was a place Mama wanted him to see, then he would definitely pay attention. They walked down the road, and into an empty building. Mama moved a few chairs, and then she pulled out a box. She gave him the box. "Open it, sweetie."

Jonathan did as he was asked. He opened the box and gasped with joy. "You found the photos, Mama!" He'd been looking through photos of the family, and hadn't seen any photos of Mama and Papa, with Grandma and him before Grandma had died. He looked at Mama and asked. "Where did you find them, Mama?"

Mama smiled. "Here. Your grandma, kept them here, so that when the time was right, you could find them." Mama bent down and picked something else up. It was a gold chain, with the crest of the family, Mama's other family on it. "This is for you, sweetie."

Jonathan put the box on the ground and took the chain, his arms sagged from its weight. "It's heavy." He pouted.

Mama laughed. "It is, sweetie. When you are old enough, you will be able to carry it without any problem though."

Jonathan looked at Mama and asked. "Do you not want it Mama?"

A look of sadness came over his Mama's face then. "No, it's for you, sweetie. Your grandma was quite insistent about that."

"Can I keep it here, Mama?" Jonathan asked, he didn't want to take these things away from here. For some reason he felt that keeping them here would make them more special.

"Of course sweetie." Mama replied, he helped her put them back in their places.

"Does Papa know about this place, Mama?" Jonathan asked.

Mama bent down to look at him and smiled. "No, this is just our place, sweetie."

Jonathan smiled, he hugged her.

Jonathan stared at the box and the chain. He'd been eight when his mother had brought him here. They'd come here twice more after that, and each time there had been more photos of him with his grandmother, the Princess Royal. Jonathan opened the box, and took out the photos, he didn't look at his grandmother, but rather at his mother. At her smiling and laughing at some joke that dad had likely said. He traced her face, his eyes stinging with tears. "I miss you, Mama." He whispered. He missed her more than anything. "Why did you have to go?" He asked to the air.

He heard a door close, and turned to find himself looking at the man he considered a brother. "Am I in trouble?" He asked, hating how his voice shook.

Dick Grayson walked into the little room, dressed in plain clothes, and looking for all the world like some sort of super model. He stood next to Jonathan and sighed. "No, though you might want to talk to me before you get into practice again. You nearly burned a hole in Raven's head, Jon. What's going on?" there was a pause, then Dick answered his own question. "Sorry, that was stupid. I know what's going on. So, have you talked to anyone about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Dick." Jonathan replied. "We all know what happened. My mum got killed by a psychopath, my dad then killed that psychopath, and my mum is still dead."

Dick placed a hand on his shoulder. "You know, for someone as smart as you, you can be remarkably thick sometimes, Jon."

Jonathan looked at his friend. He'd always looked up to Dick, he'd been a few years above him at school, and had always been popular. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you're grieving, you just lost your mother. I understand that. But going off like this? Beating the shit out of people, I understand, but doing it to the point where you lose control? Jon, we trained better than this. So, be honest with me, how are you doing?" Dick asked.

Jonathan swallowed. "I…I… miss her, Dick. I miss my mum, and I don't know what to do. Every time I wake up, I expect to hear her singing downstairs. I expect to hear her making some sort of quip that makes my dad blush. I keep expecting to hear her give me a lecture about my appearance and then smile and wink. My mum isn't there anymore, and I don't know what the hell to do."

The good thing about Dick was that unlike other old people that Jonathan knew, he didn't feel the need to always talk, he could listen. Jonathan continued. "I don't know man. Dad went off to the Fortress, and I get that, but like Ma and Pa Kent aren't the greatest when it comes to this stuff. I mean, yeah they try to understand and to talk, but they're from a different time. And they've always been close, they know their shit. Dad, Dad knows me, and I… I dunno, I feel a bit adrift."

"Adrift how?" Dick asked, and this was what Jonathan had been trying to figure out himself.

"I'm the only one of my kind, Dick. I'm half Kryptonian and Half Human. I can do things nobody my age can do, I can run faster than a speeding bullet, I can run faster than the Flash, for fuck sake. I can't be killed unless it's with kryptonite. I can do all these things, and Dad understands that, to some extent mum did as well. But now? Mum's gone, and Dad's, Dad's been different. I can't explain it, but since the funeral he's a lot more serious than he used to be. And he spends a lot of time talking to Diana about god knows what. I… I miss my mum, and I feel like I'm losing a part of myself." Jonathan replied honestly.

Dick nodded, then pulled him in slightly for a hug. "You're wondering whether with your mum gone, if the human part of you will go, and whether or not you will be able to keep it." Jonathan said nothing, he didn't need to, as always Dick had hit the nail on the head. "I think what you need to do, is stop worrying. You've got friends, friends who love you and care for you. Stop trying to shoulder such a heavy weight by yourself, Jon, and talk. When something's bothering you, then talk. If not to me, then to Roy or to Jaime, or if not to them, then to Caitlin. You've got people who care for you. Just remember that."

"I will." Jonathan replied. For a brief moment he thought about mentioning what had happened with Louise, but then pushed that down. That was not something to bring up now. He didn't want his brother thinking less of him. instead he asked. "How are things going with you? How's the move?"

Dick grinned like a little kid. "Good, Starfire's getting all these things from various shops for our apartment. I think she's liking the whole domesticity vibe, especially after what happened with her sister." Jonathan grimaced he remembered Starfire's sister, very unpleasant. "And I think we're going to be going somewhere for holiday soon."

"So you can finally ask the question?" Jonathan asked.

Dick blushed. "Yes."

"Good. About time too." Jonathan joked.

"And what about you? How are things going with Caitlin?" Dick asked.

Jonathan said nothing for a moment, as he thought about the question. "I think things are going okay? I haven't really spoken to her much over the summer. We've both been busy. And I think she and Ronnie Raymond have been speaking, so I don't want to get in the middle of that."

Dick laughed. "Jonathan Kent, ever the martyr. Seriously Jon, if you like her, just ask her out. If she says no, then you know your answer and move on. Don't just keep waiting around hoping for a sign. She's a girl, not a minotaur."

Jonathan laughed. "I know." He stopped then, as someone turned on their television and the news filtered through. "I think we should get back to the tower." He grabbed a hold of Dick and sped back to the Titans Tower, where the news was on.

"In a surprising turn of events, as Colonel Mahmoud, an ally of the US came to turn his guns on the rebels of Al Hudda, Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Cyborg and Aquaman intervened, and destroyed the Colonel's army and his weapons. As of yet no one has commented on this serious development."

Jonathan looked at Dick, and could see his thoughts reflected on his friend's face. Things were about to get very interesting.