Demetria's P.O.V.:

I press the button on the dashboard to open the secret entrance as we approach the Batcave. I fly the vehicle straight into the mountain, the entrance instantly closing behind us. As we're flying through the tunnel that leads into the Batcave, I can't help but notice that next to me, Jon's leg is bouncing profusely. "Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Hm?" He snaps his head towards me, continuing to bounce his leg. "Oh me? Just nervous," he says, awkwardly.

"Tch. About what?" Damian asks, nonchalantly sharpening his katana.

I look through the rearview mirror, staring questioningly at Damian. "Where are the papers?"

"On the ground," he answers without looking up.

"You just dropped them?" Jon asks. "Aren't they going to get ruined?"

"As long as Demetria doesn't crash the jet or eject any of us from the vehicle, then the papers will be fine."

"Tch. Should've given me those options earlier when you kept annoying me," I comment.

"Not my fault you get easily annoyed," Damian retorts.

"I get easily annoyed by you specifically."

Damian rolls his eyes and goes back to sharpening his sword. With the small amount of time left until we reach the cave, we left it with silence.

I fly into the cave, quickly dropping the jet and parking it back on the landing pod. I unlock the jet just to find a bunch of angry faces.

"Uh-oh," Jon whispers.

The three of us jump out of the jet, with Jon being the last one to get out. The three of us land on the floor and walk up to the group of older heroes, stopping a few feet in front of them. At the very front of the group of heroes are Kent, Prince, and Father.

I stand in front of Father, looking up at the tall man. "Hello, Father," I say, acting as if nothing had happened.

Father glares at me, his fists clenched. As a response to his glare, I do it back, glaring with the same intensity. If not, possibly even more. We stare at each other for a while. Father blinks, scowling in defeat as he scans over us. "Didn't I tell you two to not get into any trouble!"

"We did not get into any trouble, Father," Damian says. "We are perfectly fine."

"The blood on you says otherwise," Jason says, pointing at me. He walks to the front of the crowd and glaring at us. He crosses his arms, anger written on his face.

"Tch. It's fine," Damian insists. "No one's dead."

"I'm assuming that the blood means that you killed someone, Damian?" Jason says as he continues to point at me

Damian, Jon, and I cock our eyebrows in question. Jon points to me and asks Jason, "Damian?"

Jordan walks up, cocking his eyebrow. He points to me. "Is that one not the boy brat?" He points to Damian. "Because that one sounds like the girl." Jordan flies up to Damian and me, getting in our faces. He looks straight at us, trying to peek into our hoods. He leans into my face, his finger reaching for the tip of my hood.

Reflexively, I grab the man's wrist and begin to squeeze it, causing him to fall to the floor in pain. I release the wrist, watching the man fall into a fetal position, holding his wrist.

"I think that one's Demetria," Jason deadpans.

"What makes you think that?" Roy asks.

"Or it could be Damian," Tim says.

"Now I understand why you called the uniform stupid," Jordan says.

"Hey!" Dick complains. "I worked hard on those!"

"You're right," Jason says, rubbing his chin. "But I feel like Damian is more of one to stab the person than crush their bones."

"Weren't you the one who had a knife held up to your neck by Demetria on your first meeting?" Dick asks.

"You're right," Jason sighs in defeat. He quickly turns his head towards us, glaring at us and pointing. "Take off your fucking hoods! Trying to figure out who's who is adding more stress on me than what is necessary."

"No," Damian and I say.

Father sighs, not even trying to guess who's who. "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on these two?" Father says, staring at Jon. Father puts his hands to his hips, making him seem more intimidating.

"I-I uh. Y-You, see. Uh—"

"He did. He followed your orders and he fulfilled them. He kept an eye on us the whole way through," I answer for Jon.

"And where have you three been?" Prince asks.

"Out," Damian answers.

"Out, where?"

"Just out."

"Jonathan Samuel Kent!"

All of the adults' heads turn towards the entrance of the Batcave of the manor, seeing Jon's mother at the top of the stairs. She begins to run down the stairs, running past the other heroes, and going straight for Jon. "You're okay," she exclaims, pulling him into a hug.

"I'm fine, mom," he says.

Thinking it was a "heartfelt" moment, Lane had decided otherwise. She quickly grabs Jon by the ear and pulls on it. "Do you know how worried sick you made me?! Who gave you permission to leave?!"

"Ah! Ma! Let go!"

"Tch. Women are crazy," Damian whispers.

Lane quickly snaps her head towards Damian, his eyes filled with rage. "You," she says, pointing to Damian. "And you," she says, pointing to me. "What, in your right minds made you think that it's okay to sneak out without asking for permission?! I don't care if you're assassins or if you're capable of taking care of yourself, but Jon isn't ready for those types of things!"

"Mom—"

"No! You two are going to stay away from my son!—"

"Louis," Kent says. "Don't you think that's a little too harsh?"

"I don't want anything like this to happen ever again. Think of it as a punishment, Jon," Lane says.

"You say that Jon is not ready for these types of things," I comment. "But he played a huge part in the events that had happened today."

Lane glares at me, keeping a protective arm around Jon.

"Tch. Don't believe it if you don't want to," Damian says. "But you're son is an idiot who has no control over his own powers. He's an oblivious imbecile who causes chaos on whatever he touches."

"Hey!" Kent exclaims. "That's my—"

"But," I interrupt. "He's selfless and clearly has better intentions than us. He's the reason why we were able to do everything that had happened today, from start to finish."

"For an imbecile," Damian says. "He's quite useful."

Lane continues to glare at us. "I believe you. But I still don't appreciate the fact that you two had dragged my son into some battle. Nor do I find it appealing that you're constantly calling my son stupid."

"That's Damian being nice," Dick says, chuckling. "The twins have some way of being nice."

"How do you know that that one is the boy?" Jordan asks, going into a sitting position on the Batcave floor.

"He insulted Jon," he answers.

"But the girl does insults too," Jordan says.

"You're right," Dick says. "Now you're making me question the whole thing."

"Why the hell did you make their uniforms like that?" Tim asks. "It's confusing."

"That only means that my initial intentions for the uniforms are working," he says with a proud smile on his face.

"The one with blood on the uniform is Demetria. The one who had just insulted Jon is Damian," Father bluntly answers, shutting the other boys up.

"You sure?" Queen asks.

"Positive."

Damian and I pull down our hoods, showing that Father is correct. Everyone but Father stare at us in surprise.

"Hm," Queen hums. "Would've thought it was the other way around."

"How do you know that?" Kent asks.

"Despite not spending a lot of time with these two, I can tell you all that despite being the younger sibling, Demetria always ends up with the most blood from trying to protect her brother. Besides, Damian does the 'tch' more often than Demetria, and Damian never do compliments. If he does, they're blunt and straight forward."

"Sounds a lot like you," Kent says.

"I don't even think I was protecting Damian," I whisper to myself, thinking back to the events from earlier.

"Tch. I protected her," Damian corrects.

"You literally threw a Batarang at me," I retort.

"Tch. Just had to make sure you were the real one."

"Real one?" Allen asks.

"You still haven't answered where you've been," Prince says.

"Tch. I don't have to tell you," Damian says, crossing his arms.

"Give me your masks," Father says, putting his hand out.

"Why?" I ask him.

"Because I said so," he answers, glaring at us.

"Tch." Damian and I reach for our masks, ripping them off of our face and placing them onto Father's hands.

"What are you going to do with them?" I ask him.

Father walks over to the Batcomputer with our masks and begins fiddling with them. He then grabs wires and starts plugging them into the masks.

"What is he doing?" I ask Damian.

"As if I would know."

"Do the masks have cameras in them?" Jon asks us.

Damian and I stiffen up, our eyes widening at what Jon had said. "That's a possibility."

Father turns around and leans on the computer, crossing his arms, glaring at us. "You three are going to tell us everything that happened. I want a live, verbal report right now."

"Then why did you take our masks?"

"For clarification to see if your report is true," he answers bluntly. "Now, talk."

"We're not going to—"

"We snuck into LexCorp," Jon quickly says.

Damian and I stare at him with our mouth agape.

"Sorry," Jon says, looking down. "He was scaring me," he whispers.

"You guys snuck into LexCorp?!" Kent exclaims.

"Tch. Jon blurted it out, so I don't know why you bother to repeat it in a question," Damian scoffs.

"Bruce," Kent says, obviously getting irritated.

"Don't do it, Clark," Father says.

Clark takes a deep breath in, going back to a slightly calm state. "And what were you three doing at Luthor's company?"

I look at Father. "We wanted to do some investigation about those drugs and nano-bots that the Joker had used on me."

"Wait," West says. "Joker? On you?"

"Bruce, what is she talking about?" Lance asks.

"Have we not told them yet?" I ask.

"No," Father answers.

"Tell us what?" Prince asks. "We should know if you want us to protect them."

Father sighs at Prince's words, unlike Damian and me, who had stared at Father in anger.

"You hired us, babysitters?!" I exclaim. "First, you give us Jon, and now you have a bunch of goody-two-shoes on us?!"

"It's to keep you two safe," Father explains, rubbing his temples. "You two weren't supposed to know," he says, glaring at Prince. "But seeing as now you do know, it's inevitable to avoid the topic, isn't it?"

I glare at Father, not appreciating the child-treatment.

"So, the Joker?" kid Allen asks, breaking the awkward silence.

"I was exposed to some new deadly toxin that Joker had created. It had led us to assume that Joker is working with Luthor," I explain.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Back the fuck up," Queen says. "You were exposed to what?! Deadly toxins from the Joker?! And you're still alive?!"

"Yes," I answer bluntly.

"But what made you believe that he was working with Luthor?" Kent asks.

"Joker had used nano-bots as a way to quickly spread the toxin through the body's system faster. We had done some research in the Batcomputer, finding that the bots were exported from Metropolis. Not only that, but we did some digital investigation on the company, finding secretive and mysterious actions being executed," Damian answers.

"But he's always doing strange things," Kent says, crossing his arms. "Not that I'm vouching for the guy, but this isn't really something that you children should've done."

"But if it was Father who had done the research and investigation before us, you would've been content with that," I tell him.

"At least your Father would've called for backup."

"I highly doubt that," I answer. "Even if he did, he would call on Superman. And we have our own," I tell him, pointing to Jon.

"Jon's not ready for the hero life."

"He's more ready than we are," I admit. "If it weren't for Jon, we would be dead, hundreds of feet under some rubble in the ground where no one can find us."

"What happened when you were in LexCorp?" Dick asks.

"Damian," I call. Damian nods his head, going back towards the jet to retrieve the papers.

"Where is he going?" Allen asks.

I pull out the circular device from my utility belt and allow it to project itself in front of the adults. "We found an updated blueprint of the company."

"Updated?" Father asks. "I have the updated version."

"No," I correct him. "You have the public version. The real version has multiple floors that stretch out for yards underneath the company. Those floors are made for confidential research and development." I look up from the blueprint and meet the eyes of the heroes in front of me. "The research and development of heroes."

"What do you mean?" West asks.

"They were developing clones to do their bidding and take you all down," I answer, pulling up the confidential files from his computer. "Clones and replicas of all different kinds through first-hand combat and blood samples."

"So, you guys fought clones of all of us?" Queen asks, taken aback.

"Well, we fought robots of the main seven because the others weren't finished," Jon answers.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You were just a pair of chicken legs," Jon says, pointing at Queen.

"I do not have chicken legs!"

"But we also ended up fighting another Demetria," he adds.

"What?" Father says, pushing himself off of the computer and walking towards us.

"W-We, f-fought D-Demet-tria's c-clone?" Jon squeaks out, slowly backing away from Father. He bumps into me, jumping in fear at the sudden contact.

"Relax, Jon," I tell him, holding him in place.

"S-Sorry," he says. "Your dad scares me sometimes."

"Doesn't he all," Kent says, rolling his eyes.

"What does Jon mean, Demetria?"

"This," Damian says, walking back to us from the jet. He carries the stack of papers and hands them to Father.

"What is this?"

"They're theories and experiments that they've written down. They're all on Dee. They were experimenting with her DNA after finding out that the samples they had from all of you were useless to work with."

Father begins to flip through the papers his eyes squinting at each page. "And what happened to the clone?"

"Uh," Jon says. "It malfunctioned?"

"But it says here that it wasn't robotic, in fact, it was organic."

"I don't know what that means," Jon says.

"It wasn't a robot, it was something a little more life-like," I explain.

"Oh! Okay."

"So?" Father asks. "What happened to it?"

"We took it down," I answer. "Well, Jon did."

"Handover the device," Father demands, putting his hand out towards me.

I sigh, handing him the circular device containing the information. Taking the device, Father walks over to the Batcomputer and places it to the side, connecting it into the Batcomputer. In curiosity, we all begin to make our way towards Father as he starts to type on the computer. On the monitors, three windows appear with labeling on the corners—Renegade Cam, Robin Cam, Files.

"I'm going to assume that 'Cam' doesn't stand for 'creating a memories'," Jon says.

"A memories?" I ask him.

"I couldn't think of a word for the letter 'a'," he pouts.

"At least he tried," Dick says, patting Jon on the head.

We all look up at the huge monitor, watching the videos from our perspectives play out.

"You have surveillance on us?!" Damian exclaims.

"Just added it recently. But I still need to add some feature to it," Father says, taking a seat in his seat.

"Tch."

We watch as everything plays out. The visual and audio, all in top-notch quality. The scene of hiding in the corner of Luthor's office to where I'm fighting off the robots by myself plays out.

"See Diana," Dick says. "Told you Damian's an easier target."

"I am not!" Damian yells.

"You literally got swept off of your feet like the petty princess you are," Jason teases.

"I am not a p—"

"Shush," Father commands. He reaches towards the keyboard and clicks onto Damian's camera. Clicking on the window, it fills up the whole screen, only allowing the visuals and audio to come from that cell.

"Hey!" Queen complains once Damian's camera takes up the whole screen. "It was getting to the good part on Demetria's Cam!"

"Shut-it, Oliver."

"Yes, sir," he quickly says.

On the window, it shows that Damian was unconscious at that time. But despite being unconscious, the camera continues to roll. The camera is currently facing the floor, the only things in view are the white floors, black business shoes walking on the side, and Damian's limp arms.

"The Joker said that the Robins are quite a handful now," a voice, belonging to Luthor says. Luthor stops in his tracks and lifts Damian up, causing the camera to focus on him. "But you were too easy. He did say that there are 'twin' Robins now. Although, I only saw you. Oh, well." Luthor drags Damian a few more feet, constantly mumbling to himself. Just then, Damian is thrown into the cell, his head hitting the back wall, waking him up from his slumber.

Just as Damian awakens, Jon is brought into view. He struggles in the arms of the robot Batman, screaming and thrashing around, trying to break free.

"You aliens are always a pain in my ass," Luthor says, guiding the robot into one of the cells.

The Batman robot throws Jon into his cell and quickly steps out. Before Jon could escape from the cell, Luthor quickly presses the control panel, turning on the blue shield. He presses another button, and the blue turns into green. As the green appears, Jon begins to slowly fall to his knees, eventually lying face flat onto the ground.

"Superboy!" Damian yells from his cell. We watch as Damian gets up and runs over to the shield and lightly touches it, sending an electrical current through his system. The cameras turn to static as he does so, going back to the feed after the lack of contact.

"You were exposed to Kryptonite?!" Kent exclaims, his eyes filled with worry as he stares at his son.

"Oh," Jon says. "Uh, yeah. Forgot to mention that."

"Are you okay?" Lane asks.

"Totally!" he answers. "But it wasn't a fun experience."

"It's never a fun experience," Kent says.

"So, Joker and Luthor are definitely working together," Allen says. "But why."

"It's simple," I answer. "They both benefit from whatever they're doing. Joker is able to enhance his toxins while Luthor is able to get a way to destroy the Judas League."

"Justice League," Lance corrects.

"Sure," I reply. "The Just-you League."

Father minimizes the window, now showing just the two cameras without the files scrolling at the side. My camera plays at the top of the monitor as Damian's occupies the bottom. We continue to watch from once I have been captured by the robots and until we defeat the robots and make our escape.

"Seriously," Tim says. "Unless you're too robot? You should just stick to big worded insults and isolation."

"Tch. I thought it was clever," Damian whispers.

"And you thought wrong," I tell him. "Those guys should've killed you right then and there for that."

"Seriously, Jon," Jordan deadpans. "Did you have to stab the Green Lantern robot multiple times like that?"

"Sorry," Jon answers sheepishly. "That one was just really annoying to take down."

We all go silent, watching as the cameras play out the rest of the journey.

"How the hell were they able to clone you?" Harper asks, staring at the recording of my clone in the test tube.

"Seems like an awfully familiar sight," Dick says. "Eh, Connor."

"Shut-up," he says.

"Luthor got some, no, a bunch, of blood samples from Joker when he kidnapped me and used me as a torture buddy," I answer.

The video continues from watching Jon break the tube all the way until we've escaped the company and jumped into the jet.

"So," Jason says with a smirk, looking down at Damian. "When you were eight..."

Damian quickly pulls out his katana and holds it up to Jason's neck. "Mention that to anyone, and I will not hesitate to send you to the depths of hell."

"That's not even a threat anymore," Jason says, rolling his eyes. "It's practically my vacation spot."

"Hell was quite interesting," I add.

"Right!"

"No!" Damian, Tim, and Dick, all scold.

"Cut us some slack," Jason says, pushing the sword away from his neck. "It's our coping mechanism."

"So when you were eight, you peed in your pants in bed?" Jon asks. "Ha! I'm eight, and I haven't done that!"

"You also haven't brushed your teeth or shower without us telling you to," Lance points out.

"Didn't you wet yourself back at the farm last week because one of the cows startled you?" Kent asks.

"Mom. Dad," Jon complains.

"Wait, do you not clean up after yourself?" Crock asks Damian, grimacing at the younger boy.

"Tch. It's not my duty to do so—Ow!"

I hit him in the back of the head, sick and tired of hearing that it's not his duty to clean up the mess he's made.

"Who were those people that were in Luthor's office while you guys were leaving?" Father asks.

We all look towards Father. "Luthor and some other people that we don't know," I answer.

"And that clone," he says as he pauses on the video where we see the figures. He begins to zoom in and depixelizes everything. "The files say that it's organic, but something sparked when you stabbed it in the neck."

"Oh, you noticed," I say in surprise. "I thought it was just my imagination. But, yes. Something did spark."

"What do you think it is?" Father asks as the clip finished depixelizing.

"Perhaps a chip of some kind. But I'm not sure as to what it specifically is."

"Information," Jon says. "Maybe it's used to gather information."

"Not bad, Jon," I compliment.

"What?" Jon asks.

"I mean, it's not totally correct, but it's a great assumption."

"Who said it was an assumption?" Jon says. "While I was fighting the clone, I heard Luthor's voice with my superhearing. I activated it without knowing. All I remember hearing is 'live data-collecting chip inside clone'."

"Wait, live?" I ask him.

"Live, but he can only get the information if he physically connects the clone to some big-worded doo-hickey."

"Uh, isn't that the clone that you supposedly killed," Kid Allen asks, pointing at the screen.

We all turn our heads towards the monitor to find a clean, enhanced image we saw a few seconds before our departure. In the image is Luthor staring straight at us with about ten other people, possibly more standing around him.

"Luthor, Mercy, Joker, Demetria's clone, and the League robots," Allen says. "I thought you destroyed them all."

"The robots we weren't so sure of," I tell him. "But the clone. I thought it was crushed by all of the rubble."

"It looks like those robots and clones are more capable than you thought they were," Father says.

"If that's so," Damian says. "I say we go to LexCorp and take him down once and for all."

"Yeah!" Jon yells.

"No," Father says bluntly.

"I mean, boo," Jon whispers, looking away in embarrassment.

"You three have risked enough. The clone knows your names, Luthor knows that you broke in, stealing information, and now Joker knows that Demetria's alive."

"Well, what are we going to do?" I ask Father. "Stay here and do nothing?!"

"That's what you three are going to do," Father says.

"What?" I ask.

Father gets up from his seat and walks up to us. He puts his hands to his hips, glaring down at us. "You and Damian will be going over to the Kents' house in Smallville. Lois will watch over you three with the help of your brothers and their friends."

"What?!"

"This is unacceptable, Father!" Damian yells.

"Why can't we help you?!"

"They own a little farm in which you two will learn some discipline and hopefully some household etiquettes," he says, glaring at Damian when saying household etiquettes. "You will be following all of Lois' rules and demands."

"But F—"

"No buts!"

Behind us, Dick snorts. "He said butt—Ow! Wally!"

"You two will be staying there until Lois says that you two are ready to leave or until this whole Luthor and Joker thing is over."

I turn to Lois and stare at her with plea in my eyes. "You don't want two demonic, anti-social, assassins living under your roof, do you?"

"At first, I was okay with it," she says. "But seeing what you've brought Jon into, I'm beginning to second guess it."

My hopes go up.

"But then again," she says, causing my hopes to drastically drop. "Labor is a perfect punishment. Might even teach you three how to get along and put at least a little bit more respect for those older than you."

"Tch." I look up at her, glaring at the woman. "My father's paying you, isn't he."

"A ton," she answers with a smile. "He's also offering to buy me a new car and pay for a majority of Jon's education."

I turn towards Father and scowl him. "Curse you and your money bribing."

"It's a curse and a blessing," Father says. "Now, get changed and start packing. Everyone here is sleeping over for the night and will be leaving tomorrow morning."

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QOD: What artist(s) is constantly playing in your head on shuffle/repeat?

For me it's a new rising band called Lawrence, shits pretty fire if you're into that type of music. But a few songs pop in out of nowhere from time to time, all from different genres and languages. Anyone else's playlist weird?

Also...does anyone get that whole "Justice League" "Just-you League" conversation in the story? Yes? No? Too hard? I'll explain next chapter, if I remember 😂