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

[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. ]]