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Jon’s Dad was acting strange. Well, stranger than usual.
His dad was always a bit strange, probably something that could be attributed to being a whole alien. For as much as Clark Kent was raised as a human, he had certain. . . Mannerisms that set him apart as being a bit odd. Gestures and unconscious actions that Jon had only recently noticed because he was starting to see those same actions in himself. Or rather, Damian had noticed the same behavioral and instinctive patterns and had pointed them out.
Can’t stop yourself from becoming your parents, or whatever that saying was.
But even his Mom was being odd, and Lois Lane-Kent was a hundred percent non-meta human.
Supposedly.
Jon folded his arms against the table, and laid his head down. Watching his Dad frown at the laptop and aggressively type away. Occasionally hearing his mother type out a response on her own computer upstairs.
Something was up, and whatever was going on his parents clearly didn’t want him overhearing a thing. Jon wasn’t completely oblivious, though. Whatever was going on had been on his Dad’s mind for over a week, and likely had to do with his “business trip” he’d taken with Flash and Green Lantern. He’d come home late the night before, and when Jon had seen him in the morning there was a far-away contemplative look on his face.
Jon wanted to know what was going on.
His Dad looked up at him, giving Jon a tight lipped smile.
“Did you finish your rough draft? I can take a look if you want?” He offered.
Right. The draft. The rough draft for Jon’s English class. The English paper rough draft. That rough draft?
He hadn’t even started it.
Jon eyed his own laptop, pushed off to the side. At the mocking blinking cursor. How was he supposed to focus on writing an essay on how the authoritarian themes of 1982 compare to the politics of modern day, when his Dad was hiding something that was definitely a million times more interesting?
“. . . I’m having some writer’s block.” Jon admitted.
Dad nodded in understanding, “Well, there’s still some time before it’s due, right? If you want some help with outlining l can-“
“Where did you go? Earlier this week, I mean.”
And there it was.
His Dad blinked, and slowly closed his laptop.
“Jon-“
“Something’s up. You and Mom have been so weird this week.”
“Jon-“
“Is the world ending again?” Jon asked.
“What?” His Dad said, laughing lightly.
He shook his head, eyes closed in amusement. “No, kiddo. The world is not ending. Not right now, at least.”
Jon narrowed his eyes. ”But it’s serious.”
“It is serious. And it’s nothing for you to worry about.” His Dad said, standing up from the table and sweeping his laptop up under his arm.
He carded his fingers through Jon’s hair as he passed blue eyes sad and heavy.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” He repeated, “I would let you know if it was.”
Dad turned and left the dining room. Jon could hear his footsteps all the way up and into his parent’s bedroom. Hear his Mom softly greet his Dad, and heard the bedroom door click shut. Shutting off all noise.
Stupid reinforced walls. Stupid lead-lined doors.
He pulled his laptop close, and pulled up a familiar screen. Quickly typing in his Dad’s password: Kon&joN0608. Instantly, his Dad’s Google account opened. If he didn’t want to be caught, Jon would have to be fast.
He was good at that. Good at hiding his tracks on easy stuff like this. It would be harder to hide if (when) he had to get into his Dad’s JL files, but he could still do it. Praying the whole time that none of the Bats would notice. Or that if they did, it would be Tim or Damian.
Tim would just tell Kon, and Kon would just find it funny and wouldn’t care.
Damian was the one who showed him how to hack into the JL’s files in the first place.
Honestly, if his Dad didn’t want him to be sneaky, he shouldn’t have encouraged his friendship with Damian.