(Jon is 17.)
(Damian is 17.)
This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.
“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”
Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.
“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Bruce glowers.
“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”
“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.
“I know about the weed business.”
Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.
“Rumour?”
“4K.”
“Dammit!”
Bruce glared.
“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.
“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“
“And not cut me in?”
Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.
“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.
“Is this entrapment?”
Bruce ignored his question and started again.
“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”
“My dad?”
“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”
“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.
Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.
“It is now!”
“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.
“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”
“Are we still talking about the same drug?”
“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.
“For you?”
“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”
Jon blinked at him, before responding.
“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”
Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”
“No, there red because your up all the time.”
Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.
Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh my god, really?”
“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”
Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years.
“Jesus.”
“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.
“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”
“Yeah that tracks.”