Butt-kicker to Baby brother (Private for Chibi Tom )

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Jon Kent, the young half Kryptonian child of the legendary Superman was all smiles as he packed various items into a colorful and rather childish looking duffle bag. Today was the start of the young boys summer vacation and he had already fleshed out exactly what he planned to do with it, starting with getting his stuff ready to make the journey to a certain brooding bats house.

He had planned this in the weeks leading up to summer vacation, speaking exclusively to Damian Wayne, who he considered not only his best friend but on occasion his crime fighting partner as well. The two had talked it over and after careful consideration and consulting with Bruce and Alfred, it was decided that Jon could stay over once his vacation had officially started, which happened to be today of all days.

"I hope Damian doesn't think my PJ's are dumb. My mom bought them for me and I really like them." He thought to himself, folding his footed pajamas with little cartoon designs all over them and placing them ever so neatly in the duffle back that was to be his suitcase for the time being.

"Okay!" He clapped with an excited little giggle. " PJ's? Check. Toothbrush? Check. A few changes of clothes? Check. My towel? Check. Yup, I think I'm ready now." He smiled to himself, finally zipping up his stuffed duffle bag and slinging it over his super powered shoulder. Jon had already gotten himself ready beforehand and was now fully able to start off towards Gotham. The young Kryptonian, after leaving his room and talking with his parents about all he planned to do, was eager to head out.

While his father insisted he accompany the boy to Gotham Jon shook his head, rebuking his father's insistence by claiming he "Wasn't a baby who needed to be watched." Those words being all that was needed to convince both his parents that he'd be fine on his own, with that he was off. Electing to simply fly at top speed to Gotham the boy gave a final kiss and a hug to both parents before starting off. At top speed Jon mad great time and was flying over Gotham in no time, getting as close to Wayne manor as possible without being seen by anyone on the ground, landing just a few feet away from the entrance to the large mansion.

"This is going to be so much fun!" He mused to himself, skipping his happy little self up to the large front door, adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder before giving a few good knocks on the large doors that kept him outside for the time being. Now, Jon could have simply flown up and into the manor by way of a window but decided to keep himself more human child than Kryptonian in some aspects, including being respectful and knocking on the door.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian impatiently waited for his friend. He felt more determined than he had in years. He would be a good person that his Father could be proud of. He learned crime fighting had less to do with actual combat but more to do with helping people. Thus, he’d practice helping people on his best friend. In his mind, the best way to help him was by to do more things for him. Things such as cleaning his face or perhaps even helping him with the bathroom. ‘Maybe I’ll have to change diapers too!’ He mused to himself sarcastically. He knew Jon didn’t wear diapers...did he? Damian shook his head, of course Jon could use the toliet! What was he thinking?! Though with how childish he acted at times, it wouldn’t surprise him THAT much!

Damian was at the door at impressive speeds as soon as he heard the knock. He opened and smiled at Jon. “Come in, I’ll take your stuff.” He offered, taking Jon’s duffle bag. “You can follow me to your room or just meet me at the tv room. I don’t really care.” He said heading up the stares. If Jon came with him, he’d have to hold his hand. After all, heroes helped people, and Damian didnt want his friend to get lost in the maze like mansion.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Jon was excitedly waiting outside for someone to answer the door, he was definitely ready to spend some time with his non-powered yet still fearsome friend. The young Kent boys mind raced with thoughts of fun the two pals would be having together. "Maybe I can finally convince Damian to come out and get ice cream with me." He mumbled to himself laughing a moment later at the mental image of the brooding boys face being covered by ice cream caused the childish hero to laugh softly. The young boy was oblivious to his friends new mission to help people and by extension helping him, as such he treated this as just another playdate with Damian, though he'd probably take offense to their get togethers being called that.

While waiting outside the boys mind went a different matter, the pressure on his bladder, needless to say maybe having such a big glass of orange juice for breakfast wasn't the best decision in the world. Of course Jon didn't wear diapers or anything of the sort but with pressure ever increasing on his bladder he was forced to do a bit of a 'potty dance' while waiting to keep his bladder in check. The pressure subsiding somewhat once Jon heard the familiar clicks and tugs of the door being opened, quickly straightening himself out Jon wasn't about to be caught potty dancing here, especially in front of the other boy who seemingly shunned all things childlike.

Jon smiled at the site of his friend, taken aback by the formality of Damian offering to take his stuff for him, nonetheless he gave a soft nodded and handed the duffle bag over to him. "I think I'll just follow you." He responded pushing his need for the bathroom to the back of his mind in favor of taking a step to follow his friend up the stairs, taking the first step with a little hop. "I still can't believe you get to live in such a huge house. Do you ever get lost?" He asked with a small giggle at the question, he probably knew the house like the back of his hand so it was silly to think Damian would ever get himself lost around here.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian is one of the greatest detectives in the world. He noticed almost immediately that Jon had to use the toliet. His first instinct was to point out where the bathroom was, but he ignored it. He’d use this to test his friend. Damian needed to know how much he had to take care of Jon. A good way to do this was by seeing if he’d ask Damian where the bathroom was, or if he’d end up having an accident. He idea of Jon finding the bathroom on his own didn’t occur to him. To be honest, he hoped Jon had an accident as it would allow Damian to help him more!

He gently took his friend’s hand and led him uo the stairs. “I don’t want you getting lost.” He offered in explanation. He made two lefts, a right, then another left, walking past mant a non descript door. He couldn’t help but scoff at Jon’s question. “I figured out the lay out within an hour of first getting here.” He proclaimed with a touch of arrogance and pride. Then realizing that he didn’t sound very hero like he added, “I’ve been trained all my life to learn the layout of places quickly, so I can find my vic...targets. I understand that for the untrained this place is difficult to navigate.”

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

The pressure continued to build up in the childs bladder, his need for the bathroom growing ever stronger as he weighed out his options, he could ask Damian where the bathroom was but then again. using a more childish way of thinking, he didn't want to take away from any of the fun the two would have together. As such the boy kept silent about his growing need for relief from his aching bladder.

When Damian took his hand and began leading him upstairs the young boy blushed softly, feeling all the more smaller as he was lead upstairs by the hand like a little kid. "Y-Yeah, I guess you're right. I couldn't want to get lost in here." He finally spoke up after listening to his friends explanation, his soft coming out a bit meek in tone, trying to process just how silly Damian must think he is in needing someone to hold his hand as they walked, in any case though Jon trudged on, his bladder pounding with each step he climbed.

As the two moved throughout the maze like halls the dark haired boys eyes caught site of a door that seemed unlike the rest that the boy had seen in his visits to the manor, most others had labels on them telling you exactly what lay beyond, this one however did not. The boys head turned to stare at the door as they passed by it, for a moment wanting to ask what the door held within but his need for the bathroom shifted his focus away from the door and back to focusing on where they were headed. "Wow! You really figured out everything about this house in just an hour?" He asked in childlike surprise "Even if I flew around here I think it would still take me longer than that to figure /everything/ out." He replied following along hand in hand with his friend.

As the two (presumably) neared where the young boy would be residing his need for the bathroom grew ever more desperate, so much so that he stagnated a bit in his walking to keep his bladder from bursting. "Uh... Damian? I think I gotta-" stopping short the super powered boy yelped softly feeling a bit of urine trickle into his waiting underwear. "I gotta go pott- ugh to the bathroom." At home Jon was used to using more babyish terms for things like 'potty' instead of bathroom but he managed to stop himself in order to look grown up in the presence of his friend. "I gotta go kinda bad." He added, a small dark spot forming on his pants from the tiny amount of urine that had escaped his bladder.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian watched almost gleefully as Jon grew more desperate to use the bathroom. He didn’t know why Jon was ignoring his bodily functions, but he didn’t care much. “I’ll take you to the potty after, I put your stuff in your room.” Damian replied, using the more childish word that Jon clearly preferred. He detested using it, but it would be worth it in the long run.

He opened the door to reveal a plain, normal looking, bedroom. However, the room had a few secrets. Underneath the bed were bars that allowed it to be turned into an oversized crib. The dresser could double as a changing table and the drawers were filled with diapers and training pants. He originally added these things as a joke, but they may actually be needed. Damian would have to wait and see.

With his free hand he tossed Jon’s bag on the bed, then looked to see if his friend had an accident yet. “Come on, I’ll take you to the potty.” Damian cooed, adopting a gentle tone. It was far different from his usual biting sarcasm. He waited an extra moment, pretending to think about the fastest way to the bathroom from here.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

As luck would have it for Jon it seemed Damian hadn't noticed the dark spot on his pants, making the younger boy think that he had successfully hidden his need for the bathroom, Oh how wrong he was. Allowing himself to be led towards the room he winced a bit hearing the proper speaking boy say the word 'potty' knowing that his change in the word was obviously due to the younger boys slip of the tongue earlier. "Alright... But let's hurry." He finally spoke, an embarrassed little look spreading over his face.

Once the door was open and Jon got a proper look at where he'd be sleeping the boy did his best to keep his mind off the dam that seemed to want to burst forth, taking in the room at face value as a simple bedroom, his eyes scanning the room stopping on the bed. The bed was large and looked comfy to boot. As he continued to examin the room Jon almost sighed in relief at watching Damian toss his bag onto the bed. The young Kent's face going full tomato red at the olders cooing to him, the difference in tone only adding to the embarrassing fact that he was being cooed at like a toddler, squeaking in embarrassment and slight desperation Jon watched helplessly as Damian stood silently contemplating the route they would be taking. Now in full potty dance mode Jon whimpered softly to himself. "Damian!" He whined softly. "I really gotta g-" The boys sentence was cut short by the soft hissing of his bladder finally giving in and relieving itself all over his waiting underwear and pants.

He stood silent, wide eyes looking to the other boy before glancing down at his now soaked pants, without saying a word the young and childish boy pulled away from his friend only to turn away from him and do the only thing he could think of in this moment,cry. In between his cries Jon hiccuped out an apology as best he could "I-I-I'm sorry, Damian. I j-just couldn't hold it anymore please don't be mad." He hiccuped out rubbing at his eyes that ran like a waterfall with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian hid a smirk as Jon wet himself. “Don’t worry about it too much, accidents happen.” He said with a shrug. He grabbed a towel from a nearby closest and went to clean Jon’s puddle. The towel soaked it up quickly, leaving almost no sign of the puddle. He akwardly patted Jon’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Lie down on top of the dresser, I’ll clean you up.” Damian ordered, trying not to show his excitement. “Really I’m not mad, I half expected it to be honest.” He continued to comfort hos friend somewhat awkwardly. He grabbed baby wipes from the top drawer along with a pull up. “You’ll have to wear this... special absorbent underwear. Until, I think you’re ready for your regular big boy underwear.” He said matter of factly. He hesitated calling it calling it it’s proper term in front of Jon, not wanting to embarrass him further. Also, he didn’t want to clean up another puddle of piss and more so, he didn’t want Jon to be too embarrassed if this happened in public.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Jon was still crying his super powered eyes out when Damian reassured him that accidents happened and seemingly wasn't making a huge deal about it, that coupled with the show of ( albeit rather awkward ) shoulder patting was enough to help the young hero's sobbing die down to only that of little hiccups and whimpers.

"Clean me up?" He squeaked out rubbing at his tear stained cheeks, wincing softly at the commanding tone Damian had used to tell him to lie on the dresser. "B-But I can clean myself up. I-I just need to go to the potty and change." He responded, in his whimpering and sad state he paid no mind to his babyish use of the word 'potty' instead of the more grown up term for it. "I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to come to your house and wet myself." He responded sadly, watching his friend go over to the dresser and take out not only wipes and what looked to be a puffier version of underwear was enough to finally make the boy shake his head in defiance. "I-I don't need any special underwear!" He whined almost childishly with a soft stomp of his foot "I'm a big boy and I can handle big boy underwear, it was just one accident." Although Jon was being a bit defiant he was still feeling as vulnerable as ever given just how serious and sarcastic Damian could be at times, he didn't want to incur any mocking from his friend and if pushed hard enough would probably crumble to what the (usually ) brooding boy wanted.

[Chibi Tom]

“I’m sure you can.” Damian said dryly, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm. He sighed and continued. “Be that as it may... I’m trying to be a better hero. Heroes help people and to be the best hero I can be, I need to help more people. Who better to start with than a friend?” He admitted and opened up to his friend. This was a big first step for the usually sercetive boy. He’d never admit this to a stranger, hell he’d be more than reluctant to tell Grayson this!

“I know you didn’t mean to piss on the floor. That’s why it’s called an accident.” He teased mildly, extra mildly by Damian’s standards. “Let me help you.” He implored, earnestly wanting to help his friend. “Better safe than sorry. I’m sure you’d much rather have it on and not have an accident, than not wearing it and pis, er peeing your pants again.” He reasoned calmly but firmly. If he were in Jon’s position, he’d have broken his nose by now! Still, Damian prided himself on reading people. He knew Jon wouldn’t seriously hurt him over something like this.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"I can! " He insisted with the smallest of huffs escaping past his previously sobbing lips, as childish as he could be sometimes Jon was able to pick up on the few times Damian was injecting sarcasm into the things he said. The boys pouty look died down a bit as he listened to his friends reasoning for wanting to help him, the confession striking a cord with the younger Kryptonian given how reserved Damian was with pretty much everyone, including his own siblings. "I guess you're right.... If you want to be a good hero you might as well start by helping a pants wetting baby." He responded giving himself a bit of a hard time for putting Damian through all of this just because he failed to be a big boy and get to the potty on time.

The candor way that Damian spoke of his accident only served to make the already fragile boy sniffle a bit, he hadn't meant to wet the floor below him and hearing it so harshly described made him feel just a bit worse about it, not surprising though given how frank Damian was most of the time. "F-Fine... I'll let you help. I still don't think wearing special underwear is a good idea though. I'm still a big boy." At those words Jon was right back to pouting a little, his gaze avoiding that of his friends to keep from getting too embarrassed at having his big boy underwear privileges taken from him. "I guess being in special underwear is better than being in wet ones." He reasoned with a meek little nod, even though he was super powered and could fly to it if given the chance Jon gave in to being cared for by offering his hand to his friend so that he could be lead to the dresser and out of his wet clothing. While Jon was a bit angry at the entire situation he felt much less prone to breaking a bone or two of Damian's given that he was doing this to help him rather than to tease and make fun of him.

[Chibi Tom]

“You’re not a baby. You had an accident and now need to wear...protection.” Damian corrected, choosing his words carefully. Damian smiled at his friend. “I’m glad you’re here to help me.” He offered, hoping his friend believed him. He honestly meant it. Though, it wounded his pride to let someone know he needed help. “It could be worse.” Damian suggestes.

He took his friend’s hand. He patted the top of the dresser, gesturing for Jon to lie down. He got out some baby wipes and powder and put them on the floor.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"I still feel like a bit of a baby though." He mumbled with a yet another sad hiccup at just how babyish he must have seemed, standing in his friends home only to wet himself and cry about it a moment later. Jon's sad was soon replaced by surprise at his friends admission. "I'm helping you?" He asked, completely believing those words, thus feeling all the better about his own pants wetting protection. A new feeling of joy came from the thought of helping Damian while simultaneously being helped with his problem. "I guess you're right. I could have done it out in public." He shuddered at the thought.

In the few feet it took to be led over to the dresser then silently instructed to get lay on top of it Jon wasn't feeling too bad about needing the protection anymore, in fact he now saw it as him helping Damian more so than being helped. The young Kent boy hopped up onto the dresser and gave a nervous little laugh as he laid himself down, to his surprise his body seemed to fit the top of it perfectly. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" He asked with a worried little whimper at the thought of someone finding out and making fun of him.

[Chibi Tom]

“Honestly, I don’t understand what’s so horrible about being a baby. Personally, I know we’re not babies, but even if we were, what’s so terrible about it?” Damian mused, also an akward attemot at comfort. “I hate the idea of being dependent on anyone besides myself. Being a baby means being totally dependent on someone. For some people, that’s not a bad thing.” He added, sort lf hinting that it’s okay for Jon to be a baby.

“Who would I tell? I despise most kids our age, and do you think I’d ever talk to Grayson about this? He’d never let me hear the end of it!” He assured, as Jon lied down. The idea of talking about this with one of his other “siblings” made him shudder. While he did care about them (not that he’d ever admit it though), he wouldn’t ever bring this topic up.

Giving his friend, what he felt was, a reassuring smile, he took the other boys pants and underwear off. He lifted his legs with one arm and began to wipe his bottom and privates with a baby wipe. Once Damian was sure of Jon’s cleanliness, he sprinkled some powder over his crotch and butt. The, he put the training pants on like a diaper. “There, I’m sure that’s a lot more comfortable than wet clothes.” He said, loving how cute and innocent Jon looked.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"I don't know..... I kind of thought you would be the first to say that being a baby was silly, especially when we aren't actually babies." He admitted, noting his fear of being seen as silly by the older of the two for what he saw as babyish behavior, the fact that Damian seemed to be okay with the thought of being a baby in any capacity was enough to put Jon a bit at ease that he wouldn't be mocked at all if he were to give into his more childish nature and embrace being a bit of a baby. A surprised look spread over the laying boys face listening to Damian talk of how being dependent on people wasn't right for him personally but that he had no problem with others filling that role of a baby and being fully dependent on someone else, words that put the nervous boy a bit at ease with the situation he had gotten himself into. "I guess as long as you think it's okay. I don't have a problem being dependent on you, Damian." He confessed, cheeks burning softly with embarrassment at his own little admission.

"I guess that's true. I doubt you'd want any of your brothers hearing about this. I was just afraid you'd tell your brothers and they'd laugh at me for needing special protective underwear." Jon was happy that he wouldn't have to worry about being made fun of, this causing his stiff and somewhat nervous little self to relax on top of the dresser, he trusted Damian to fully keep his word and tell no one about this, thus warranting no further worry on the matter.

The smile that Damian shone down to him did help him feel all the better, it gave him the feeling of being safe in the care of the older bat boy, giving his own little smile in return. Feeling cared for didn't stop the super powered boys cheeks from burning beet red at the removal of his soggy pants and underwear though, a surprised little squeak leaving his lips when his legs were first lifted up high into the air, the feeling of the cold baby wipe coming in contact with his rear only serving to make Jon squirm a bit. "That's a little cold." He squeaked out softly only to sigh in slight relief once he was thoroughly wiped clean and the coldness of the wipe down had subsidied, his eyes gazing up at the celling like a true baby allowing himself to be changed Jon's nose wrinkled slightly at the puff and smell of the baby powder that followed, while the smell wasn't bad on his nose it did cause the boy to sneeze softly. Once the changing was complete and the training pants were slipped around his waist the childish hero wiggled a bit on the dresser before finally being able to sit himself up, smelling of fresh baby powder he felt more babyish than he had in a while, on some level though the babying did make him feel safe and cared for (though he'd probably keep that fact to himself for the time being. )

Glancing down at his waist that was now covered by the soft material the boy examined his new absorbent underwear, his eyes catching sight of the childish Disney themed design that adorned the front of it. "It /does/ feel a lot better." He admitted experimenting a bit by moving his legs a bit to get a feel for it, a spirited little squeak escaping past his lips at the somewhat obvious crinkle of the training underwear, looking to his dark haired friend Jon gave a sheepish little smile. "Thank you for helping me through this, Damian. You're my best friend " He stated, allowing himself to relax a bit more and slip a bit more into the role of a baby, starting with how instead of simply hopping off the dresser or flying off it he reached his arms out to the bat son, like a toddler wanting to be picked up and helped off of a changing table.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian just shrugged in response. He coukd see where his friend was coming from; his mother would probably agree with that. Still, he wasn’t his mother and very grateful for that fact. He smiled and heloed Jon off the dresser. He took a pair of shorts from Jon’s duffle bag and opened them for Jon to step into.

“I’m sure you won’t have another accident, but I’m bringing changing supplies just in case.” Damian said, leaving no room for argument. He’s like his father in that regard; he always came prepared for any and everything. However as a sign of trust, he no longer constantly carried kryptonite on his person. “And if you need help getting to the potty, I don’t mind helping.” He offered, believing it to be a kind gesture rather than condescending.

“I suppose you’d be my best friend too, since I don’t have that many to begin with.” He responded honestly. Sure he had “friends” at school, but they just either wanted his father’s favor, or they liked the innocent persona he put on in public. They didn’t know or want to know the real Damian, unlike John. There were one or two though that he didn’t completely despise, so he guessed they could be possibly considered friends.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"I guess that makes sense. If I have another accident the changing supplies would be helpful." He agreed with the smallest of nods though the thought of having an accident in public and actually needing the supplies was a thought that did make the boy blush a bit, imagining in the worst case scenario that he was changed in front of other people while being baby talked to, the thought only served to make his cheeks go red. He appreciated how open with his emotions and how caring Damian was seemingly becoming and that above all else, even above his own wetting needs, was what kept the boy from making too much of a fuss about being wiped, powdered and one step away from wearing a crinkly diaper. "Thanks. I think I'll be able to make it to the pott- bathroom on my own though." He responded with a proud little smile, reminiscent of a little kid who had just graduated from pampers to pull-ups, he smiled at the offer though, once more forgoing his usual babyish word for the toilet to show that he in spite of all that had happened he could still be a big boy in certain aspects.

"Don't worry, Damian. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends if you just keep being so nice."He advised with a little laugh, finally lifting his leg and stepping his first foot into the shorts that were held open for him, the second leg following soon thereafter, his face maintaining an embarrassed little look as the pull-ups crinkled softly with every little move he made. "I'm glad I got these special underwear because they have cool little pictures on them." He confessed out of the blue, a childish little giggle escaping past the embarrassed boys lips.

[Chibi Tom]

“I’m glad you see it my way.” Damian praised gently. “If you need a change, I’ll take you to the potty and do it there.” He told his friend, knowing his fears and wanting to encourage his more babyish behavior. “You know I don’t care, if you call the toliet the potty or bathroom.” He pointed out. He pulled the younger boy’s shorts on and buttoned them up. He shoved a few pull ups along with the other changing supplies into a backpack, then slung it over his shoulder.

“What did you want for lunch?” He asked, fine with whatever the other boy felt like. “Like I said before, it’s my treat.” He reminded him. “I’m glad you like them. They suit you.” He encouraged gently. He could hear the crinkling, but he’s Robin and previously an assassin he had sharp hearing. Outside, someone not looking for it wouldn’t hear it or notice the extra padding. “C’mon let’s get some lunch.” He suggested, walking out of the room guiding Jon by the hand.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

The super powered boy gave his crime fighting pal an innocent little smile at the praise. He shook his head quickly at the boys assertion that he'd change him if need be. "I don't think we need to worry about that. I don't plan to have anymore accidents because I'm still a big boy." He mused with a proud little giggle at asserting himself as a big boy even while he stood in a pull up waiting to be dressed by who he considered a best friend. "S-So it's okay to call it the potty." He asked with a nervous little look now gleaming over his eyes, still ever fearful that the bat boy was pulling his leg and would later make fun of his infantile speech pattern. Once his shorts were snugly pulled up and over the pull-up then buttoned up Jon gave a little test movements, finding the padding between his legs a bit of an odd feeling but in a way he felt safer, like the pull-up represented that Damian was here to help him if the need arose almost like a big brother of sorts.

"Lunch?" He questioned, taking a moment to himself to think of all the options that lay available to him, even more so now that Damian had made the lunch out to be his treat. "Can we go get pizza?" He requested with a hopeful little look in his eyes, having been craving pizza for weeks but receiving none at home even after he had asked almost every day. The hopeful look was soon mixed with a small embarrassed look at being told he was suited for the training pants. "Yeah, all I need now is a bottle." He joked at his own expense with an embarrassed little laugh allowing himself to be led out of the room and on route to their little lunch outing.

"Thanks for being such a good friend, Damian. If anyone has to change me I'm glad it's you." He stated, truly meaning those words seeing Damian as a best friend, a brother and now his caretaker of sorts. The two once more made the trek through the maze like hallways that even Jon couldn't keep track of, with each step he took the crinkle of the pull-up ringing in his ears that were already heightened due to his super powered abilities, this making his embarrassment at the crinkling all the worse. Once again passing by the unmarked door in the manor Jon, as before, stared at the door as they passed by to try and guess what lay beyond it. He could simply ask but he didn't want to pry and uncover something that should have been kept a secret in the large house. "After lunch do you think we could go to the movies?" He asked as they moved along, as any kid Jon kept up with all the latest movies by way of television and had seen as advertisement for a one in particular that he had wanted to see, A Winnie The Pooh movie that had just come out. He wouldn't dare suggest that one to Damian though not sure if his more gentle attitude extended beyond the changes that the little hero was in need of.

[Chibi Tom]

“Like I said before, you don’t plan accidents. Hence the name.” He teased once again. “Do you honestly think I’d care what you call it? If you want to call it the potty, go ahead.” He assured him. He led him out the front door, and there was a plain minivan waiting for them. “My Fa-Dad, hired us a driver for the summer.” He told his friend. He called Bruce Dad instead of father to make his friend more comfortable. He’d have called him daddy, but he couldn’t stomach saying it. Still, he may be able to if it were to help his friend. He’d actually vomit though if he had to call Drake or Todd big brother. That’s not to say he wanted to call Grayson that, but it would only make him slightly nauseous.

“Sure, that works I suppose. What movie?” He agreed, afterwards he got in the car and told the driver where to go. He glanced to his left and fought back a laugh. There was a car seat meant for young children, instead of a normal seat! That wasn’t even planned! By sheer luck, Damian chose the seat without it! He held back a smirk, wondering how his friend would react to it. He may even take it completely in stride! He wasn’t sure what would be funnier, Jon freaking out and pouting or him actually expecting it?!

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"Well planned or not I'm not going to be having any." He shot back with a small glare at his friends teasing, though it did make him feel a bit on the safe side given that Damian's usual form of teasing was far more hurtful than simply good natured ribbing. Jon gave an unsure little shrug at Damian's question, not wanting to believe that the boy would make fun of the way he spoke but knowing of the his friends biting sarcasm that he routinely put forth Jon wasn't all that certain. "I thought you'd make fun of me for sure... It does sound a little babyish to call it a potty." He frowned at the thought, a look that didn't last long however as he was assured that calling it whatever he wanted was okay with the bat son.
"Okay. As long as you don't think it's too babyish to say it like that." He smiled softly at the other boy, following along with him, his hand still being led along like a kid who may get lost without someone to lead him.

"Your daddy got you your own driver? Wow! That's so cool!" He mused with a wide eyed wonder at the thought of having his own driver to take him wherever he desired and even if the ability to fly out-ranked it Jon, like a normal kid, thought hiring a personal driver was still the coolest thing. Jon followed his pal outside and towards the plain white van that seemed to be the 'hired driver' that Damian had mentioned, an excited smile on his face it took the super son a few moments to process the followup question to the movie he had wanted to go watch, his cheeks getting that pink little tint to them once more as he averted his gaze from the boy. "I'll tell you when we get there later."He responded, wanting to buy himself a bit of time before having to divulge his big baby movie desire. The super son was following along up until the point that the van door opened to reveal two seats, one regular and another.... with a car seat?!

Stopping short of following into the van Jon's embarrassed look was twisted into that of an unhappy pout. "This isn't funny, Damian!" He protested slightly, for a moment forgetting that he was going along with it to 'help' the reserved boy be a better hero. "You promised that I wasn't a baby." The child's face was soon burning red once more, this time in childish anger rather than embarrassment, not wanting to have to sit in the car seat, not only was it for little kids but looked to be more specifically for babies, crotch buckles and all. The red faced super crossed his arms over his chest looking as if he was about to throw a terrible toddler tantrum at the sight of the car seat. "Can't I sit somewhere else?" He asked, his voice actually cracking a bit at the overwhelming thought of being taken to lunch riding in a car seat, half expecting his lunch to be had in a highchair rather than sitting at a table..

[Chibi Tom]

“I don’t think, there’s any other chair to sit in.” Damian pointed out. The front passenger seat was open, but he’s pretty sure it was illegal for kids their age to sit up front. All of the other seats seemed to have been removed. Damian had no idea why though. “Besides, do you think I’d purposely do this to you?” He asked seriously. He was never one for practial jokes...unless of course someone pranked him first. Then the person would be subjected his, probably non lethal, wrath.

He sighed, he did not feel dealing with a super tantrum. “Look how about this, on the way there you ride in the car seat. On the way back I’ll ride in it.” He suggested, trying a compromise. That seemed fair to him. “Honestly, if you’re that upset about it I’ll ride in the fu-damn thing.” He continued, trying to curb his swearing a little. He ceartinly did not want to ride in it, but he wanted to not deal with a super powered temper tantrum even more! He looked at Jon, carefully trying to predict his next move. If he felt his life was threatened, with a press of a button Alfred would come rushing out with some kryptonite.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Jon was angry, red faced angry but not to the point where he didn't see logic to the older boys words, he certainly had never known Damian to pull any practical jokes and even when he had Jon hadn't been witness to them, those words being enough to deflate his anger to a point where he didn't feel too much like throwing a fit but not enough to keep him from being ticked off by the matter, definitely not wanting to be seen as even more of a baby then he already was. "I guess not. I don't think you're the type to pull pranks like this " He responded through a childish pout, his eyes still locked and glaring at the car seat that sat in wait for him.

The super son kept his arms crossed in defiance, that is until the compromise was offered to him, it being just enough to keep him from keeping his arms continuously crossed and made him feel just a little better at the prospect of having to be a baby on a deeper level by riding in the car seat. "That works for me. At least I won't be the only baby on our rides out in Gotham." He replied before giving a slight gasp at his friends almost bad word before shaking his head. "No. You don't have to ride in it. I will." He resigned himself to his fate, finally getting into the van giving one last glare at the car seat before plopping his little self into it, his eyes widening in surprise at just how soft it felt.

With an experimental little wiggle the super son had to keep himself from looking too comfortable in his newfound seat, trying at first to bring back his unhappy pout until a new emotion filled his mind, guilt. While his anger may have been justified on some level he still felt a bit bad about making such a big deal, more so because up until now Damian had been nothing but gentle and genuinely understanding to his plight, that coupled with how childish he was on a sometimes emotional level added up to him feeling like a big jerk

A sad sniffle started the boy on his journey feeling bad, soon going from a sniffle to wiping at his sad eyes. "I'm sorry I accused you of doing this on purpose. I just thought you where making fun of me for my accident." He stated looking to his friend who sat next to him, for all his insistence on being a big boy here he sat, in a car seat and brought almost to tears by the simple fact that he was acting like a brat and ruining what was supposed to be a summer of fun and help for the two budding heros. "I'm also sorry for ruining our day with my being mad at you even though I know it wasn't your fault." He sniffled softly, avoiding direct eye contact with the older of the two because he felt so ashamed.

[Chibi Tom]

Damian relaxed as Jon calmed down. He didn’t want do something they’d both regret. “Exactly.” Damian confirmed, happy to see his friend could see reason. Amusement flickered in his eyes as Jon seemed comfortable in the car seat. “I’ll buckle you in.” Damian said, quickly and eaisly buckling Jon into the car seat. He had to admit, Jon looked adorable sitting in the car seat. ‘I’m starting to enjoy this’ he thougjt to himself. Helping his friend gave him a sense of purpose and belonging.

He fought back an exasperated sigh as Jon started to tear up. “It’s fine, if our situations were reversed my reaction would be similar.” Damian admitted, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Ruining our day? Jon, you acting a little bratty does not constitute a ruined day. I consider the day a sucess if no one I care about dies or gets seriously injured.” He explained, trying to comfort the slightly younger boy. “I can understand why you’d think I’d make fun of you though. If this happened a week ago, I probably would have. Like I said though, I’m trying to be a better hero.” He acknowledged quietly.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Once he was safely buckled in it took the boy a moment to adjust to being strapped in like any other baby would have been, his sad eyes looking at the buckles of the seat with a resigned little sigh, though he had to admit the car seat was probably the softest place he had ever been buckled into. "I haven't needed a car seat for a long time so this feels kinda funny." He admitted softly, with the padding between his legs and the buckles keeping him secure the little hero felt positively babified, partially anyway, at least he wasn't having a pacifier popped into his mouth to keep his sad sniffles away.

The emotional little hero calmed his sniffling down at his friends admission, the tinge of pink that followed on his cheeks made the previously sniffling boy laugh a little. "When it's your turn to sit in here then I'll make sure to be ready for you being angry." He stated with another hiccup that had stayed with him even after he had ceased his fussy behavior. "Was I really being a brat?" He asked with an embarrassed little squeak, his cheeks mimicking those of his friend by turning a light shade of pink thinking back on his mini tantrum just a few short moments ago. The super son relaxed a bit in the car seat as Damian explained all about what did and didn't ruin a day in his book, his sour mood fading away as he was reassured that the day hadn't been ruined by his fit. "I'm glad I get to help you be a better hero and I'm glad you're helping me." He responded in a quiet tone to keep the hero talk just between the two.

All the fussing and fighting over with the young hero went back to thinking on the day ahead, mainly the yummy pizza he'd be getting to eat. The emotional little Kent went from sad to excited with just a few short words, containing his excitement for about a few minutes before giving into his more babyish behavior by way of pumping his fists in the air, giving off an excited giggle before speaking "Yay! Pizza!" He exclaimed in a less then adult tone, the second he had done it the boy glanced to his best friend, an embarrassed little smile taking form. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to sound so much like a baby." In spite of all the care he had been shown Jon was, on some level, still trying his hardest to prove to his best friend that he too could be on level with being a mini grown up.

[Chibi Tom]

“I don’t think I’ve actually been in one before.” Damian responded to his friend’s comment about the car seat. When you’re raised to be a mindless killer, your safety isn’t anyone’s top priority. Besides, he hadn’t actually been in a car for roughly his first 5 years. “You have an advantage though with superpowers.” He acknowledged playfully. “Yes, don’t tell Grayson or my f-dad this, but I know I can be...a brat sometimes.” He said honestly.

“Jon to be completely honest, I find your behavior...endearing.” Damian admitted, not wanting to say adorable to save his friend some embarrassment. “I’m actually to starting to seriously enjoy helping you.” He continued, not looking at the other boy so he could hide his embarassed blush. Though he probably wouldn’t tell the boy, he’d be absolutely fine with keeping him in diapers and changing him as necessary. He didn’t want Jon to think he purposely treated him like a baby.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"Oh really? Well, as my mommy says; There's always a first time for everything." He laughed lightly at the mental image of the demon brat strapped into a car seat, for added giggles imagining a silly little pair of baby mittens wrapped around his hands to keep him safe in the car seat. "Yeah but my powers can be easily controlled though, you probably already knew that though." While the topic of Kryptonite was probably a far more serious topic then he was giving it credit for the super powered boy couldn't help but giggle at the thought of being so powerful yet so easily drained of that same power by way of a green rock. At his friends admission to being a brat sometimes Jon reached out and playfully poked at the boys cheek. "Maybe you should be the one in herr since you're more of a brat at times than me." He teased only to lay back in the car seat, the longer he sat in it the more comfortable he became with being strapped in so securely, it made him feel safe, on some level even more so than his superpowers did .

"Really?" He asked in response, his head tilting in surprise and slight confusion, sure Damian had been eager to help and gentle with him but Jon hadn't considered that the older boy seemingly enjoyed the bit of babyish behavior that the super powered boy seemed to radiate most of the time, the compliment making him smile rather than blush. "Thank you, Damian. That makes me feel better about acting like such a little kid sometimes " That said Jon's smile only grew hearing how much Damian was enjoying helping him in his plight to end his pants wetting, not even entertaining the thought of possibly messing himself either in public or alone with Damian, both scenarios making the boy shudder assuming that if that were to happen Damian would be less than understanding given wetting and messing to be vastly different when it came to changes. "If I'm being honest....I kinda like getting help from you, you're nice about it and I want you to keep helping me, even after you don't need help being a better hero." The boy admitted, refusing to simply say it but he was actually starting to like the little babying that took place, even if he had only just begun to feel the care that a baby might feel. The hero talk was said in a lower tone to keep the conversation safely between the two, smiling innocently at his friend.

The car seemed to last a bit longer than Jon had thought it would but by this point he didn't really mind, he was enjoying just getting to chat with his friend about all things, baby or otherwise.

[Chibi Tom]

“Fair enough.” Damian said after a moment of thought. He coukd giess his friend’s line of thought. “To be honest, changing your pull ups isn’t a big deal for me.” He explained, not bothering to call the pull ups anything different from what they were. “Even if you have a messy accident, it’s no big deal.” He whispered so they couldn’t be over heard. To be honest he’d find it cute if Jon told him he had messed himself and needed Damian to change him. He’s dealt with things way worse than feces.

“I’ll always need to improve on being a hero.” He admitted, aware of his own imperfections. They arrived at the pizza place a few moments later. He unbuckled himself and then helped Jon out of the car seat. He took Jon by the hand and found a booth away from most of the crowd and took a seat. “What did you want to have?” He asked curiously. He was far from picky, so he’d let Jon decide.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"Don't worry. I'm sure you won't have to change me while we're out." He responded quickly, wincing to himself in slight embarrassment at hearing the other so bluntly call his protraction by the name commonly associated with toddlers. Jon sinking himself into the car seat when the topic evolved into possible getting changed and possible messy accidents, his cheeks now the color of ripe tomatoes. "I won't have any accidents, especially not any messy ones." He squeaked out in a low tone, embarrassed about the thought of any messy changes but feeling a soft sense of relief that Damian seemed to gauge his thoughts and assure him that changes, even the messy variety was fine. "If I do though.... I'll need your help again." He finally whispered out completely avoiding looking at the other.

"Then I'll always be here to help." He finally responded, thankful for the topic change to the more hero oriented. Once he was fully unbuckled and led out the boy gave a small stretch, pushing thoughts of pull ups and accidents out of his mind he smiled excitedly at having pizza for lunch. The young super having no issue with being led by hand followed along to a booth, thankful to be a bit away from the crowd, the paranoia of others hearing the the crinkle creeping back into his mind in spite of the crowd making it a bit loud thus almost impossible to notice.

"I get to pick?"He asked with an even happier smile, his mind jumbling around with all the possible topping combinations that could go on the pizza they'd be having. "I'd like the pizza to be half pepperoni and half cheese." The finally stated after a moment of silent thought, as if understanding the young boys stomach let a soft rumble of hunger. "Do any of your brothers ever take you out to get Pizza?" Jon questioned with a curious look in his eyes, being an only child he wondered if even someone as serious and a bit broody at times ever spent such quality time with his big brother(s)

[Chibi Tom]

“I’m sjre you won’t.” Damian agreed seemingly confident, on the inside he had his doubts though. “And you’ll have it.” He assured his friend. “I appreciate your help.” He said, once they were all settled down. He nodded acknowledging his order. “Anything to drink?” He asked, deciding on one for himself. “Shall I request that they give it to you in a sippy cup?” He teased, relatively mild compared to his usual barbs. He’d snigger in his head if Jon agreed but wouldn’t say anything mean aloud.

“Grayson sometimes drags me to lunch, and I’d refuse if Drake or Todd asked...execpt perhaps if they offered to pay.” He answered honestly. “I’m sure you’re parents do fairly often.” He assumed, a twinge of jealousy in his voice. He respected his father greatly; however, his work demanded most of his attention. The only “quality time” they had together was as batman and Robin. Deep down, he believed his father would pay more attention to him outside of uniform if he became a great hero! Jon seemed to be helping him learn selflessness and to care about other people.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

"To drink? I want orange soda!" He stated in reply the second the question was asked of him. "What are you going to get to drink?" He asked after a moment of happily thinking about the delicious food, and more importantly the soda he'd be having , sugary drinks being the one thing was regulated for his consumption while at home. While he was here he planned to take full advantage of picking whatever drink his super powered heart desired, his excited smile fading some at the mild teasing that followed the question. "I don't think they'd be able to do that here." He pointed out sinking a bit into the both as the embarrassment once more washed over him like a splash of cold water. "I don't want anyone to see and make fun of me." He finally added, entertaining the idea of a sippy cup if only because the super powered boy could be a bit clumsy at times when it came to eating and drinking.

"Yeah, Dick seems like a nice big brother." He mused smiling at his own words. Jon had never had an older brother and the thought of being 'dragged' out to lunch with an older sibling seemed fun, his smile growing ever larger as he made a small connection between lunch with an older brother and what was happening here, all that had occured up to this point making the hero see Damian in more of the big brother light rather than the pal he'd be having a summer sleepover with. Jon wasn't as great at detective work as Damian but he could sense the jealousy in the boys voice at the mention of the super Kent going out to lunch with his parents, thinking on that for a moment before responding. "We do sometimes but dad is sometimes too busy and mommy usually just makes lunch at home. "Jon smiled softly hoping his words at least did something to soothe the boys slight jealousy. "I think you're lucky though, I wish I had big brothers that'd take me to lunch and stuff." He added seeing Damian as a big brother of sorts but knowing that it could never compare to truly having an older sibling to spend time with.

Jon kicked his feet happily starting to get used to the crinkle of the pull-up that he could easily still hear, thanks to his super powered hearing that is. He smiled sheepishly at his best friend wondering for a moment if he noticed the noises coming from his nether region as well.

{{ Again so sorry this response doesn't seem to advance the story all that much. I didn't want to type too much about the pizza being ordered/ drinks being ordered in case you decided to maybe have Damian order the sippy cup for Jon or not, that and I didn't want to seem like I was being too controlling with the direction of the story.

[Chibi Tom]

(To be perfectly honest, I’ve done way worse! This is as much your rp as it is mine, if you wanted to do or add something to the story go right ahead! Just so you know though, in character I think Damian would order a sippy cup for Jon just to screw with him. He’s a little asshole, however in this version, he’s trying not to be. Anyway back on track, got on a tangent there. As long as you don’t take control of the character I’m controlling there’s no problem!)

“You’ll rot your teeth.” Damian replied matter of factly. He didn’t mean it to really scold Jon or to keep him from doing it; he just wanted to lay out consequences. “I’m just going to have water.” He answered, that’s not to say he might not enjoy a sugary drink, but he needed to be in perfect shape and to do that he had to have a nearly perfect diet. He couldn’t afford the luxury of sugary drinks with something as unhealthy as pizza.

Damian shrugged barely pretending not to care. He didn’t have much of an early childhood, so he was always curious about the families of others. Cautiously and subtly, he once again observed the restaurant. He needed to be aware of any and every threat before it happened. Before he even entered, he had planned several escape routes, adjusted for Jon of course. If he wanted to keep up with super humas like the Flash and sociopaths like the Joker, he had to always be on guard and prepared for anything. Unlike most days though, his attention was split between looking after himself and looking after Jon, though he knew the latter knew could handle himself. He felt...protective of Jon. Thus, he paid close attention to him and his body language. In particularl, he concentrated on the state of his pull up and any sign that he needed to go potty or had used/was using his pull up.

Still, he remained in conversation with his charge. “You might not have actual blood siblings but friends can be like family. In a way, we’re like brothers if you want to think about it like that.” He reasoned carefully. He wanted to gauge Jon’s reaction to his, sort of, calling him a brother.

He pretended to only notice their waiteress as she approached their table. He quickly put the order in for pozza and his water. Then decided to wait and see what Jon would choose for a drink. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care, but he couldn’t help but hope Jon didn’t order the sugary monstrosity that is orange soda.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

{{ Oh yeah yeah I know that. I just never know when I've crossed the line into adding\ not adding enough or too much o the story to where it seemed I was taking too much control. Ah I know that much! I was half expecting Damian to order for him only to read the responses from past posts here figuring that being helpful would fall under not being an ass and ordering Jon the sippy cup. I know my profile is based around Damian but if we're being completely honest you're a million times better than I could hope to be as him. )

"You sound like my mommy." He mumbled in response, getting that same line from his mother every time he requested even the tiniest amount of soda, though in the end he was allowed some of it, his puppy dog eyes and pouting usually doing the trick for him. Feeling a bit scolded by his friends response it forced the young super to actually think on what he desired to drink, his craving for soda being as strong as ever but his unwillingness to seem unhealthy and to allow his teeth to rot making him reconsider, he certainly wanted to keep his teeth intact for years to come. "Do you always have just water with your meals?" Jon asked with a confused look in his eyes, assuming that even Damian couldn't resist the teeth rotting goodness that was the sugary drinks called soda.

The super boy, thanks to his unimaginably good hearing was always listening out for anything that could be perceived as a threat to the two, unlike his detective best friend though he could easily allow himself to slip a bit away from his duties as a crime fighter in favor of simply enjoying the time he was spending together with his best friend, his ears still watching out for what his eyes didn't seem to pay much attention to though. The boys focus split between listening out for any danger, having a good time with Damian and keeping himself and his special underwear dry, still refusing to acknowledge that in reality it was a pull ups training pant.

The childs super hearing did pick up his friends next words and they were enough to make his eyes sparkle in delight and his mouth form into the happiest smile he could muster, his focus now more on being referred to as the other boys brother. "Wow! I think of you the same way, Damian." He replied with a happy little giggle, his tone growing low in spite of the noise that drowned out what he was about to say from being heard by anyone around. "Especially after getting your help with my little problem." He whispered to his friend with a sheepish smile.

Once the waitress appeared and the order for pizza was placed, Jon waited to hear Damian put in his order for water before getting to choose himself, his mind weighing all he had debated before making a choice. "Can I have some apple juice, please?' He asked with a respectful little smile. A nod and a quick scribble down on a piece of paper the waitress was off to fill the order. Jon having an innocently proud look on his face for choosing the far less sugary option of apple juice rather than soda.

It took only a few minutes at best but soon the drinks they had ordered were brought out to them. To Jon's shock his drink not coming in a glass but rather in a sesame street themed sippy cup, much to his embarrassment. Listening patiently it was explained that since usually only small kids with their parents ordered apple juice all drinks of that nature were served automatically in sippy cups to prevent spills. When offered the choice of another drink the super powered Kent coughed softly to cover up his embarrassment, answering only when he was sure he wouldn't sound so tiny. "It's okay. The sippy cup is fine." With that the women was off to presumably take other orders and eventually bring the two their pizza.

"If I would have known that I would have asked for water too." He stated to no one in particular before sulking at his luck, half expecting Damian to make fun of him for his new sippy cupped drink.

[Chibi Tom]

(I cannot thank you enough for the compliments! I put a lot of thought into these posts, and I’m glad you enjoy them!)

“Not always, I do have fresh squeezed juice sometimes. Rarely, I’ll have a glass of soda as a treat if my training goes particularly well.” Damian explained. He just smiled a small genuine smile, as Jon told hom his love was recognized and reciprocated. He didn’t love Jon in any sort of romantic sense; his family taught him there were many types of love other than between lovers. Damian personally didn’t have any romantic interest in Jon, the very idea of it repulsed him! However, he couldn’t care less about others’ sexual orientation. In the League of Assassins, he knew most did not care about who they took to bed. Damian being prepubescent still did not have any real romantic interest in anybody, let alone someone who he thought as a little brother. He could tell Jon felt insecure about wearing a pull up; he wished he could do something to help. The idea of wearing one himself didn’t even enter his darkest nightmare! Though, he may consider it if Jon asked.

“Of course.” Damian whispered back. He’d always try to be there to help a friend in need, good thing he didn’t have many. Otherwise, he could never stay in one place for long. Jon showed him how helping people and being kind could feel amazing. However when he saw the seasme street sippy cup, Todd’s words came to mind “Being a fucking asshole can be fun”. Still, Damian held his tongue. If his father taught him anything it was self control. He wouldn’t risk a close friendship over a moment, albeit a great moment, of entertainment. He just had to be friendly and supportive. That could prove slightly difficult, but he’d manage. After all, he could be civil towards Drake as long as they didn’t stay near each other for more than an hour. Of course, they remained mostly professional while in uniform. Living and not pissing off Batman trumped petty rivalries!

“It’s just a cup that’s harder to have spills with.” Damian assured, not wanting his friend to be even more embarrassed. “At least you’re not in a high chair.” He said, though the idea of Jon being in a high chair pleased him for some reason or another. He didn’t say that aloud though; he’d rather not risk a broken face.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

{{ I've probably already said this before but these RP's are the most fun I've had on this site in a while! I think you're perfect in whatever character you play and I'm glad we started RP'ing in the first place! }}

"Fresh squeezed juice? At my house we always have fresh squeezed Orange juice and it's definitely a lot tastier than soda." In his own innocent little way he was trying to reinforce the idea that he wasn't a soda person all that much either in spite of his first request for a drink being the not so healthy orange soda. The boy almost felt this small tinge of needing to show Damian just grown up he could be, more for the fact that he had begun to feel that same brotherly bond with the bat son, being as innocent minded as the super boy was and being prepubescent in his own right he saw Damian has an older brother figure far more than having any type of romantic feelings for him, thoughts such as having any type of romantic partner never really crossing his mind.

Jon had been insecure about the pull-up since he had it slipped up his legs earlier in the day, the dark haired heroes casual reassurance to assisting with with his little problem definitely made a difference in how he felt about it, causing him to visibly relax deciding to push the pull-up insecurity out of his mind. The sippy cup that sat at the table was definitely a new can of embarrassment, this time around though instead of blushing his innocent cheeks off he gave the topped childs cup a hard glare, feeling as babyish as ever as he silently glared at gleeful faces of the Sesame Street pictures that gave the cup a look of pure innocence.

"You're not gonna laugh?" He asked voicing rising in surprise thinking that, in spite of his newfound want to be a better hero and help people, he'd still retain some part of his brattier qualities and would make a joke or two about it. The bat sons speaking so causally of the cup as if it wasn't severely babyish did lighten the way he felt about it. "I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from being embarrassed if I had to eat pizza in a high chair ." He squeaked softly the image of sitting in public being a messy little eater in a high chair was enough to make the boy pick the sippy cup up ( using two hands on both handles that sat on either side of the cup as a toddler would. ) to take a little drink of the apple juice to have an excuse to avoid entertaining the very idea of it. After taking a long drink from the sippy cup, cheeks burning at just how babyish he must have looked, he set the cup down, a refreshed little sigh escaping his lips giving no attention to the apple juice that dribbled down his chin. "The cup might be a little silly but that apple juice is super duper yummy." He stated with an innocent little giggle escaping past his apple juice covered lips.

Jon was already a bit of a mess and the pizza hadn't even come to them yet which the pull-up wearing hero was still excited about digging in to. He had just begun to think of the pizza when it was brought to their table, the boy not wanting to look too excited kicked his feet gleefully under the table, smiling at the other boy grateful that he had taken him out to lunch for the day. "I'm so hungry I could eat this entire pizza by myself." He giggled softly then promptly reached out to take a slice to chow down on.

[Chibi Tom]

(If you stroke my ego anymore it’s gonna explode! The feeling’s definitely mutual! I’m enjoying playing with you a lot. I just thought of a hilarious scene, Bruce awkwardly giving Damian “the talk”, only to find out he already knew all of this.)

“Sounds nice, I need to be very careful with my diet though. I’m not some magic ninja that can eat almost exclusively ramen without consequence. I need to eat perfectly and train my mind and body constantly if I want to keep up with meta humans.” He explained, figuring he’d add something the majority children his age talked about. He paid just enough attention to what they said, so he didn’t stand out too much when the conversation turned to it. The less people that paid attention to him, the better.

He smiled as Jon seemed to relax. He didn’t like seeing his friend so nervous and anxious. He liked it better when je was his usual giggly and happy self. He’d hate to see him be brooding and dark like him and his father. Though, he did begin to grow out of the brooding phase. Now he just seemed more grumpy than actually intimidating. Grayson would say he looked adorable, then Damian would throw a batarang at his head!

“Why would I laugh? It’s basically just a water bottle with more childish prints.” Damian pointed out, using a good chunk of his will power not to mock the younger boy. He liked his face not broken, thank you very much. He coughed to hide a chuckle as Jon began to drink from the cup as if he were a toddler. He smiled softly as he still split some on his face, quickly wiping him with a napkin. “I’m glad you like it.” Damian answered, silently adding it only tastes good because of all the processed sugar and unhealthy chemicals to make it taste better. Since, it’s not real juice.

“You better not! I know of your weakness besides kryptonite!” He warned playfully. “I know your tickle spots.” He had observed the boy for months and analyzed all of his weaknesses, including his ticklish spots. “Careful, it’ll be hot.” He warned this time a little more serious. He took a slice for himself and began to chow down, being careful not to burn his mouth. He still continued to watch for any threats and any sign that Jon needed to go potty or had an accident.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

{{ Ah! I think that'd be funny as heck to see! Bruce looking kinda embarrassed at having to talk to give his son "The Talk." Maybe fumbling around his words a bit, by the time it was over Bruce experiencing all the embarrassment that came with having the birds and the bees talk. Damian meanwhile listens silently, his expression never changing. Once it was over he simply shrugs softly when asked if he had any questions. "Mother already had this talk with me years ago, seems you're a bit late, father." Only for Bruce to feel a little mad at fumbling through the entire thing only to be told it wasn't even needed. Also I'm sorry but I can't help giving you compliments because YOU'RE SO FREAKING GREAT LIKE HONESTLY. Also I kinda took that ramen ninja talk as maybe meaning Naruto. I'm sorry if that wasn't what it was referring to. xD )

Jon listened to Damian speak of the strict diet he had set for himself to keep his mind as well as his body sharp, the super powered boys interest in his friends food regiment was already high up though at the mention of being a ramen eating Ninja his interest increased, wondering for a moment if Damian had gotten the ramen eating ninja idea from the show all about a blonde ninja that /adored/ ramen, the show being none other then Naruto.

"I might have super powers but I still think you're so cool." " He stated in response after a moment of silence, his innocent eyes filled with admiration for his 'big brother' who seemed to just radiate an energy of being a cool hero, even if that same hero had a a history of being a bit mean to others. Jon fidgeted in in his seat for a moment as Damian wiped at his apple juice covered mouth,, smiling sheepishly once it was over. "Thanks for the help." He told the other boy still feeling a tinge of embarrassment at being assisted with such a simple task but now it was mixed with a healthy dose of feeling cared for. "It's yummy and healthy for you." He added trying to once again seem like a mini grown up with his 'healthy' option for a drink, innocently ignoring all the other added ingredients that made it more on the unhealthy side of a drink options.

"I'm definitely eating it all now!" He shot back with a mischievous little giggle. "You better not try and use any kryptonite on me or I'll make you wear a pull-up just like me. I'm strong enough and fast enough to do it too." He teased with a cheeky little smile not even bothering to be embarrassed by joking so casually about his pull-up, gasping lightly when his tickle spots were mentioned. "You're lying! The only people who know about that are my mommy and daddy ." Calling Damian's bluff Jon stuck his tongue out at him in a childish attempt to illicit a reaction from him.

"I'll be careful. You don't have to worry about that, Damian." He replied lifting up his slice, about to simply shove the slice in his mouth before glancing to his best friend, wanting to look grown up in front of him Jon stopped himself, blowing softly at the steamy slice before taking a tiny bite of it. "Yummy!" He squeaked with a full mouth of pizza his eyes bright and happy at finally getting the pizza he had been craving. Chowing down on the slice while occasionally taking a drink from his sippy cup soon caught up with the boy, at first just the tiniest of pains in his bladder, by the time he finished his first slice though the young hero was trying his best not to make it too obvious that he needed to go potty.

Jon, like he had which started his accident having in the first place, ignored his need for the potty in favor of starting on his second slice, in the process the boy got his face covered in sauce and the occasional slice of pepperoni. Jon was about halfway through his second slice when he abruptly lost his battle with his bladder, the flood gates opening with Jon unable to stop it no matter how hard he tried, instead of making it obvious by stiffening up, the pull-up wearing super simply slowed down his eating able to hear the soft hiss of bis wetting, glancing at Damian every so often in hopes that he couldn't hear it. The other boy was such a great detective that Jon had no doubt that he had possibly already caught on to his potty pants accident already.

[Chibi Tom]

(I know right! Yeah thag was an intentional Naruto refrence. I like to refrence some of my other rps while I’m working on one! It’s especially fun if I’m referencing an rp that I’m doing with my current rp partner!)

“Bluffing huh? Well, go ahead and eat the rest by yourself if you think I don’t know your tickle spots. After all, I’m only one of the world’s greatest detectives. There’s no way I could’ve figured them all out.” He challenged with a smirk. He finished his first slice and then grabbed another. He rolled his eyes as Jon stuck his tongue out. He did find his childish behavior amusing though.

“Fine do what you want, just don’t complain if you burn your mouth.” He relented, acting more like a babysitter than a best friend. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He corrected almost instinctively. He observed Jon starting to do a potty dance in his seat. He didn’t say anything though for two reasons. One, he didn’t wanna patronize Jon, reminding him to go potty could come across that way. Two, he wanted Jon to rely on him more, needing Daminan to change him woukd be a step in the right direction.

He chuckled as Jon made a mess of his face. “Such a messy boy.” He joked, before taking a sip of his water. He saw an abrupt, to him, change in Jon’s behavior. Damian kept his face neutral, knowing Jon was peeing his pull up. Once Jon finished his slice, he stood up and took the other boy by the hand. “Let’s get your pull up changes.” He whispered, diaper bag already over his shoulder.

He guided the younger boy to the bathroom and smiled understandingly. “It’s alright, I’ll get you in a nice dry pull up.” He assured gently. “If you need to go anymore, you should just go in your pull up. It’s already wet, and I’m about to change you anyway.” He encouraged, wanting Jon to get used tk going in his pants. He knew another accident today would be almost inevitable discounting the one Jon may or may not be about to have, so when it happened, he’d put him back in diapers. He kept this plan to himself though.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

{{ Ah! I was afraid I'd have gotten that wrong and made the RP a bit silly by referencing Naruto if the reference hadn't been there in the first place. I like it though! It gives all the RP's your doing a bit of a connection with each other. Maybe I'll try that sometime }}

"Maybe I will eat it all just to prove that you don't know them all." He shot back again with a sticking of his tongue out at the other boy. "My tickle spots are such a secret it doesn't matter if you're Batman himself, they're a secret not even he can uncover." He responded he himself being the one that was bluffing now, inside he knew just how good a detective Damian was and in this case that worried him, now hoping Damian was only kidding because Jon was /very/ ticklish in those few 'secret' spots.

"I haven't burned my mouth yet." He spoke having already begun chowing down finding no fault in talking with a face full of food, his eyes widening in surprise once he was reprimanded for doing so, the scolding causing him to swallow hard and look down in slight shame. "Sorry. " He offered a quick little apology, soon after getting right back to eating like a little piggy. The child chomped down at a much slower pace due to his wetting, once it was over though he went right back to eating regularly. It was only once he was done and watched his friend leave his seat and come over to him did what he had done in his pull-up truly sink in, his friends next words confirming his fear.

"I don't need to be changed." He whispered back whining softly as he was taken from his seat and shuffled off towards the bathrooms, the act of walking in a wet pull-up causing the younger of the two to waddle a bit behind Damian.

"..... You're a good brother." The boy finally stated at his friends gentle words, his small denial cracking under his friends understanding words. Jon was feeling especially affectionate as he was led into the bathroom and straight away to a stall, his affectionately calling Damian 'brother' caused by a feeling of safety in knowing that no matter how embarrassing it may be Damian was here to help him. The young super shook his head at his friends question of going now if he needed to. "I-I don't need to go anymore. I already did." He replied though the pizza was already working its way through his stomach, if he truly tried he could probably 'Go' once more but the thought of messing himself stopped him from trying, not wanting to look too babyish by having two accidents at the same time deciding to hold it in for the time being.

"I'm sorry you have to do this again. You probably regret inviting me to stay the summer." He stated with a small sad look in his eyes, feeling like he was a burden that just got worse when needing a changing.

[Chibi Tom]

(Sorry for taking awhile to reply.)

Damian inhaled quickly, trying to cover up his surprise. “You don’t know how much those words mean to me.” He said softly but his sincerity couldn’t be missed. The fact that Jon called him a good brother lifted a enormous weight off his shoulders. Ever since he became Robin and swore off killing, he started to fear that he’d become like his grandfather. He had no desire to becoming a murderous mad man. A man so obsessed with prolonging his own life, he’d sacrifice his own children.

The fact Jon of all people thought he was good made him all the more resolved to take care of him. He wanted to be worthy of his respect and would do what he had to do to help him. “You sure, I won’t mind. Like you said, I’m your brother. I enjoy taking care you.” He assured, giving a reassuring smile. He’d encourage him to go, but he wouldn’t force him or keep him in the bathroom until he went.

“Don’t be accidents happen. Besides you’re not hurting anyone or putting anyone in danger. There’s honestly nothing to apologize for.” He comforted him, giving him a gentle pat on the head. He didn’t do it to be condescending; it was a sign of affection and not meant to mock him. “I don’t regret having you here. We’re helping each other.” He continued, even if it seemed more like Damian just taking care of Jon.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

{{ I should be apologizing to you! I've been so busy that I've been neglecting this account for a bit. }}

The young super powered boys eyes widened with surprise and delight at how Damian reacted to the younger telling him how good he was, it was the simple truth, Jon thought so anyway. He had been coddled before but now that Damian of all people was the one doing it Jon felt extra special, "I'm glad it means a lot to you because you helping me means a whole lot to me." He responded truthfully, his innocent face beaming happily at the other crime fighter.

Now in the bathroom Jon was shuffling around a bit in slight nervousness at being changed in a public bathroom and to try and keep the pressure in his tummy from building up too much, try as he might thought the pressure simply continued to build. "I guess if you don't think it's babyish of me." He responded with his cheeks now a light shade of pink, his gaze avoiding the other boy for what he was about to do next. Jon couldn't believe he was actually considering this but after clamping his eyes shut in anticipation he finally allowed his bowls to release themselves thus making his pull-up all the heavier and to his disgust all the smellier. "I- I'm done." He squeaked out meekly hiding his face in slight shame at having just pooped himself, something he hadn't done since being potty trained years ago. "You probably think I'm just a stupid baby now, huh?" He asked behind his hands that covered his face, in spite of his friends encouraging words Jon still felt like a huge babyish burden to the bat son.

[Chibi Tom]

(It’s alright. Real life needs to come first.)

Daminan juat watched in delight, as Jon followed his suggestion. It’d be pretty clear to anyone who’s been around toddlers what Jon was doing. He smiled as Jon announced that he was finished. He quickly scooped Jon into his arms and lied him on the fold out changing table. “I’ll get you out of that smelly pull up.” He said reassuringly. He unbuttoned the other boy’s pants and removed them.

He frowned at Jon’s comment, hating that his friend felt so bad about this. Then, he had a stroke of brilliance! “You’re not a baby...unless you want to be.” He comforted patting Jon’s shoulder. He ripped the sides of Jon’s pull up, then lifted his legs with one arm. “What’s horrible about being a baby? All it is really is having all your needs taken care of by another person. That’s what I’ve already started to do, and you’re seemingly enjoying it. How about we take it to the next level?” He suggested kindly and sincerely as he started to gently wipe Jon’s bottom.

“I think you’ll like it, and it’s really not that different from what we’ve been doing. You won’t have to worry about falling out of bed in a crib. You won’t need to need to worry about spills, when you have a bottle. You won’t make as much of a mess of your face if I feed you, and you won’t have to worry about the potty if you wore diapers.” Daminan reasoned, honestly wanting what he believed best for Jon. He finished wiping him, then slid the stinky training pants out from under him. He sprinkled baby powder over his diaper area, then had him in a new pull up in no time! He patiently waited for Jon’s response.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Once he was finished and set up onto the changing table Jon was all red faced just as before, feeling particularly embarrassed this time around because not only was the changing happening in a public setting but he was on top of a changing table designed exclusively diaper changes. Jon's embarrassment not helped by his friends reassuring words, though they did put him at ease a bit knowing that the messy feeling on his rear wouldn't last all that long. "I'm glad you're here to take care of me, Damian. Without you I think this would be a lot worse." He responded with a grateful smile looking up at the other boy from his laying position.

Jon felt himself sigh in relief at the words his friend spoke to him, feeling a bit better at being reassured that be wasn't a baby, that is until the 'unless you want to be' was added to it. "W-Why would I want to be?" He asked sheepishly, whimpering softly once his pull-up was fully opened, the lifting of his legs only making him feel all the more babyish. Jon's thoughts drifted from feeling babyish to Damian's suggestion, his eyes widening slightly the mere suggestion of getting deeper into the role of a baby. Damian did have a point though, Jon had definitely been enjoying the coddling that Damian had been giving to him in the name of being taken care of. "D-Do you really think taking this to the next level is a good idea?" He asked in response to the suggestion.

"A crib? D-Do you even have one at your house?" He squeaked softly, in the back of his mind already knowing the answer, of course he'd easily be able to get one, Damian was wealthy after all. Throughout the changing Jon was focused far more on the new things being suggested to him rather than the wipe down and the powdering though he did give a soft sneeze at the generous amount of baby powder that was applied to his front and rear areas. Once he was in a brand new pull-up Jon wiggled a bit before sitting himself back up. "I-I don't know about the diapers or the bottle or the diapers." He told him holding out his hand for Damian to help him off the changing table. ""I just don't want to look silly as a baby. I'm a crime fighter too and I don't think anyone would be scared of me if I'm wearing diapers or getting burped. " He added still on the fence about the idea, on one hand he hated looking like a baby in front of Damian but on the other he would be lying if he said he didn't really enjoy being cared for. "I guess we could try it...." He finally told him "A-As long as you promise to beat up anyone who laughs at me." He added childishly.

[Chibi Tom]

As Daminan ripped the sides of the pull up, he listened to his friend. “I can imagine. I doubt that many would be very understanding about this.” He acknowledged, his scowled a little more as the smell hit him harder. He schooled his features moments later; he dealt with worse before. He began to wipe his rear.

“I’m not saying you would want to. I’m just suggesting that there’s nothing wrong with it.” He said simply. He lied through his teeth. He knew Jon secretly loved this. He clearly wanted it almost as much as Damian enjoyed babying him. Though, that could simply be his pride and arrogance talking. He finished cleaning his messy bottom, tossing the used wipes in the trash.

He slid the dirty pull up out from under him, then replaced it with a clean one. “My father’s a multi billionaire. I could order one and have it there by the time we got back.” He explained with no small amount of smugness. He sprinkled a generous portion of powder over his butt and crotch then fastened the clean pull up on. He smiled warmly as Jon held out his hand. He took it and helped him off the table. He nodded gently as Jon expressed his concern

“Jon, you’re Superman’s son. Criminals don’t fear you; innocents look up to you. My father...and I put the fear of God into the criminal underworld. We are mysterious shadows punishing the guiltly. You’re a beacon of hope for the innocent. I want to be able to do what you do.” He admitted, hardly able to believe he admitted this fact. He smiled as Jon agreed. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop those kinds of people. Besides, you’ll only have the diapers in public and under your costume. That is of course unless you wanted me to baby you more in public.” He reassured, pulling his friend’s pants back on.

“Do you want to get ice cream now, or just head back to the manor?” He asked, fine with either decision. “While we’re out, you may as well just keep using your pull ups like a diaper. You’ll be back in them soon enough.” He encouraged, before going to wash his hands.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

The cold feeling of the wipe on his rear end made the super powered boy squirm slightly on the changing table. The squirming only coming to an end when Damian spoke to him. "I think most people would think this was silly." He responded only to smile to himself. "As long as you're here though it doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks." He added feelinggood that Damian was here to help him through his accidents, wet and messy alike. As the changing continued Jon felt less like a super powered hero and more like a little brother receiving assistance of his sometimes stern yet gentle older brother.

"You don't think it's a silly thing to act and get treated like a baby?"* Jon asked still simply looking up at the ceiling from his laying position, on the inside though he felt much more comfortable letting himself enjoy the babying, which he had already been doing but Damian's words made him feel much less shy about truly wanting to continue being babied by the older boy. "Maybe being a baby won't be so bad." He admitted out loud straining his neck to look up at his dark haired pal, giving him a soft yet still slightly embarrassed smile. "As long as you're around I bet it'll be fun." He added before laying his head back down.

"I guess if I'm still able to fit in a crib it'll be okay." He responded only to quickly add "Won't your dad think it's weird that you're getting a crib sent to your house though?" The super powered boy asked wincing at the thought of Bruce walking in on Jon getting himself settled into a crib that was usually only meant for babies. Thr powder being applied to his front and back end made the boy sneeze a few times though once it had passed and his clean pull-up was slid over his legs the young Kryptonian hybrid gave a sheepish little smile to Damian and quickly got off the changing table, with the other boys help of course.

The sheepish look on his face was quickly replaced by surprise at the other boys admission. "You want to be more like me?" He asked, a look of disbelief on his face because Jon had been wanting to be like Damian at times. "I've always wanted to be like you and your dad. I like being hope for the innocent but sometimes I think being feared by criminals sounds great too " With his own admission out of the way Jon smiled at his best friend, hos smile only growing as Damian reassured him that he'd be protected if anyone was to laugh at him for his pull-ups problem. Jon himself could easily take on anyone who laughed at him but he felt much safer and a tad more in the 'Little brother' field by delegating that to Damian. "I'm glad you're here to keep nasty people away, it makes me feel safe." He responded only to wince as the topic of diapers was brought back up. "W-What if I wanted you to baby me more in public? Does that mean I'd have to ride in a stroller or something?" He asked curiously, wondering just how far Damian would go with babying the younger of the two.

"Oh" yeah! I still want ice cream!" " Jon responded quickly, going back to his happy super powered self. Once his pants were up and covering his pull-up the boy followed the older and began washing his hands alongside him, more like the little brother wanting to copy what his big brother was doing than for hygienes sake. While getting his hands all washed up Jon gave a nervous little laugh at the mention of going back to diapers soon. "Does that include making them messy again?" He asked, crinkling his nose in slight disgust at the very idea of doing that again.

Once the two had finished washing their hands Jon eagerly took the lead, like a kid trying to show how big he could be and led the pair back to their table, once there the super powered lad decided to simply finish off his sippy cup of juice smiling an excited little smile at his best friend. "Is it time to get ice cream now?" He asked with an excited little giggle much more easily allowing himself to slip into the happy baby brother mode and truly be excited about something as simple as getting ice cream.

( That last part there about Jon leading the two back to the table. That wasn't too forceful was it? I was kinda afriad of looking like I was controlling your Damian but I also didn't want to seem like I wasn't contributing to advancing the plot. ]]