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who: Jon's CR + anyone who knew Clark Kent
what: Reaction to Clark's departure
when: 10th of August
where: The Superfam House
warnings: sads?? sads.


[ Jon didn't know what to do. Every action feels robotic. He sent out what texts he could about his father's departure from his phone and checking his father's contacts. He didn't bother checking for the replies. It buzzed quietly in a corner and it wall he could do to melt it down. He must have cried for hours when he found his father's letter, holding onto Annora until she protested his strong grip. After the sadness, the fear had finally sunken in. He was alone. There were no contingency plans, no promises he could follow. He didn't know what to do.

What about the house? Was Jon meant to protect it? Would Miss Jones take it away now that his father had left? He didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. He curls up tighter with his blanket, trying to block out all the fears and doubts that plague his mind. Everything was so uncertain and Jon . . . Jon was scared. He didn't know how to stop. ]

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I want my dad. I want my real dad and mom.

[ His tone is sharp and resentful, full of the kind of blunt feeling only a child would swing around without a care of who it was affecting. ]

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Kid....

[ Jason couldn't even fault him not at all, it was a sympathetic tone he used. One rarely given. Kids had always been his weakness. The thing he would fight the dealers over. He took a breath before he shifted where he leaned just a bit.]

I get that, I do, and I wish I could help you there. No one can, they will come or they wont, and it's not your fault or theirs. Just be glad their alive somewhere, and likely looking all over for you.

[ He knew he was bad at this. He pushed himself off the door frame, running a hand through his hair. ]

I don't know what to say, nothing I say will make this any better. I just... I dont know wanted to make sure you knew your not alone.

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[ Jon ducks his head, ashamed of his sharp words. He's never been one to hold onto anger for very long. He doesn't have the constitution for it. ]

I think we both know I am alone. What I am and who I am keeps me alone.

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[ The sympathetic look returns, as Jason reaches out and puts a hand on Jon's shoulder, kneeling down, to look at him better.]

Jon, that's bullshit and you know it, buddy. [ He didn't really know the kid and he felt he knew that much.] Your parents are gone, that's true, but your not lacking in family. Your Damian's friend, that makes you part of his family.

[ He didn't sat 'my' but 'his'. Jay had feelings on his family again.]

And trust me, if anyone gets being alone, it's us Robin's. We are all alone, but together we are are better, not alone. It might not be the same but I get what your feeling, you've gotta be around the age I was when I lost my parents.

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[ Jon hunches his shoulders as if to protest, to brush it aside before he droops slightly. He was making a fuss and he knew better than that. His parents have coached him through emergencies, discussed their way of life at length with Jon. While being alone is terrifying, he still carries everything his parents are, everything he's been taught.

He was stronger than this. ]

I haven't lost anything. Nothing my dad gave me while I was here is — is lost. I'll keep doing what he did.

[ Be super, Damian had told him once with a sharp daring grin. Maybe it's time he did that. ]

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[ Jason smiled once Jon spoke, and nodded in approval.]

Sounds like you've figured out what you need, kiddo. So, is there anything I can do for you, or would you like to be alone?

[ He honestly wasn't sure what to do in these moments, emotional strength wasn't really his forte.]

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. . . I'd like to be alone.

[ But he appreciates that Jason took the time to ask that. Most people haven't (which, to be fair, is reasonable. Jon is only ten after all) ]

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[ Jason reached out, and ruffled Jon's hair. Before he reached into his jacket and held out a box wrapped in simple white paper with just Jon's name on it.]

Here, open that whenever you want, I was waiting for a better time, but now's good enough. Call me if you need anything okay, kid? I wont question or judge.

[ Inside the paper was a simple rpg game, he couldn't find the game Jon had mentioned so he found something else as close as he could. He would turn to leave once the package was in Jon's hand. Unlike most, Jason understood the desire to be alone when in pain even when it may not be best.]

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[ Jon doesn't protest the ruffles as he takes the package carefully. He doesn't open it yet, looking down at his shoes instead. ]

Thanks.