Description: "We're gonna have so much fun!" Y/N shouts happily. She punches Damian's arm playfully, and tries to hide how she shakes the pain from her hand behind her back,"Trust me—Jon and I have been here dozens of times. We'll make sure you have fun too." She glances back at me with the smile that makes me smile too,"What ride do you think we should go on first?"

Request: multiple people asked for a part two. Plead and you shall recieve.

Words: 4371 (dammnnn)

Notes: I actually have a lot to say about this one. Damian and Jon are a year apart (17 and 16) instead of three, I made up a bunch of stuff for the story that's not actually in Great America, the story is written from Jon's POV (and if you guys want a third part, then we'll vote if the POV is the reader's or Damian's), I'm not sponsering Six Flags, and thiS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I COULD SEE DAMIAN AND JON AND THE READER GOOFING OFF AS TEENAGERS FOR A DAY. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

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Jon Kent

I feel Damian pull the hat further over his eyes instead of see. The shift in the air is so easy to feel to my powerfully sensitive Kryptonian skin, and for a moment I worried if I can focus enough to keep calm in such a huge crowd—children crying will make my ears bleed, the metal of the rides will be so easy to break beneath my hands, and I will have to fall with gravity when the rollercoaster carts drop instead of fly. I feel like Y/N and Damian forget that I'm not as great with my powers as my dad or Kara are. Everything is magnified to 1,000%, to the point that if I squint I can see the oxygen molecules that they breathe in. The glasses I wear don't only hide my identity from the public; they dull the intensity of the world around me. Y/N pushes them further up the bridge of my nose as Damian locked his car.

I offer to carry our things because they are lighter than air to me. Damian knows this, and he also knows that their weightlessness will cause me to lose them. He holds them instead. It is not a big deal to him either.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" Y/N shouts happily. She punches Damian's arm playfully, and tries to hide how she shakes the pain from her hand behind her back,"Trust me—Jon and I have been here dozens of times. We'll make sure you have fun too." She glances back at me with the smile that makes me smile too,"What ride do you think we should go on first?"

"Superman. The "Ultimate Flight" one." I say automatically. The ride tilts so you're on your stomach and looking down, and then it "flies" over the park to act like Superman's flight. I don't need to go on it to feel the same weightless feeling, but something in Y/N's eyes alights and she remembers the nights where I would take her flying with me. I blush deeply as I remember her giggling into my neck and shrieking happily.

Damian, who had been looking over the map like it was the map of an enemy territory (we honestly need to find a way to get him out of "battle-mode"), snorts. He smirks at me slyly, and it makes me feel both uncomfortable and giddy. Whenever I feel like that I automatically think of him."TT. You mean "Batman: The Ride", right?"

I feel something simmer in my chest. It gets stronger the longer he stares at me. No, it's not because I want to fight him. I actually want to kiss him, really really badly, but I don't let the idea that we're in public stop me. I kiss him, my hand sliding down his back to cup his lower spine. I tell him as sarcastically as I can,"Yeah. Sure."

Y/N flashes us another smile before we join the line to enter the park. She makes a joke about us not needing to go through the metal detectors because "we have our own" as she gestures to me. Damian rolls his eyes beneath his sunglasses like I (the boy with x-ray vision) can't see. He must forget that we can see his lips though, since they curl into something too soft to be a smirk.

Usually, when Y/N and I go to Great America (or as we've nicknamed it,"the park") there's a lot more to look forward to than just the rides. Unlike Damian and I she doesn't have patience training or unending endurance so she often gets tired and needs breaks from walking. When she does, she slouches against me and puts her hand in my back pocket while scrolling on her phone. There's also the face she makes when playing at the arcades, and I can still picture her throwing her hands in the air and yelling "yes!" in her victory over one of the rigged claw games. Not to mention the food, the atmosphere, and the wind-blown feeling you get after riding one of the roller-coasters. When she and I learned that Damian had never been to one of these parks before, we made it our mission for the summer to drag him to one.

Well... Damian had been to an amusement park before, but for multiple reasons that never included fun. The Joker always camped out within the funhouses or abandoned Ferris-wheels, so usually Damian and his dad went to fight the monster. Y/N gave me a knowing glance when she looked at the "Clown Town" part of the map, where visitors got the old-school carousel-and-circus combination. She nodded her head subtly at Damian and then I understand; we'll have to avoid that area... maybe because the Joker brutally beat Jason Todd to death and traumatized all the other Robins. Maybe.

I feel a protective urge come over me at these thoughts and wrap my arms around them both. Y/N leans into me. Damian grumbles and acts like he wants to shove me off, but I feel him press closer too.

The moment we get past security and into the gates of the park, Y/N breaks away from me and extends her arms, like she's trying to hug the park as a whole. Damian glances at me and we both have the same feeling; her positivity can reel anyone in, but us most of all. She squeals, happier than ever,"This is gonna be so awesome! We can go on rides together, eat food, spend Bruce's money on Robin and Superboy merchandise, play arcade games," She continues to list things as Damian and I hook arms with her and pull her deeper into the maze of attractions.

It is packed today, so much so that Damian spends what feels like two hours in line in order to get a Flash Pass ("I can't believe Allen endorsed this."), which will allow you to skip long lines. I'm not surprised to see him approach us with the most expensive and nicest pass, which is about $800 between the three of us. Y/N holds the pass as if it is made of gold. It probably is if it is that expensive.

"Why are you holding it like that?" Damian asked. He clicked his tongue.

Y/N clutched the small object to her chest like a miniature baby. She whispered almost fearfully but jokingly at the same time,"This hell-box costs more than my college tuition."

"Nonsense." Damian plucks it from her hands and winks,"You'll get a scholarship."

Y/N and I laugh together. Damian doesn't seem to understand.

To solve our literal Batman vs. Superman argument Y/N settles on The Whizzer, which is a smallish-roller coaster that seats two people. We do a group rock-paper-scissors, in which Damian and Y/N pull rocks and I dish out a scissors. With them winning, Y/N pushes my glasses further up my nose and pokes my arm,"Don't worry. I'll still describe how terrified Damian looks at the drops when we get off." She laughed. I join in. Damian doesn't appreciate this comment and glares at the both of us. I hear him grumble under his breath, crossing his arms over his broad chest that he sinks deeper into,"I'm not afraid of a stupid kiddy-coaster."

Despite what a lot of people would guess, I find myself not caring who I sit by. I'm not jealous of the way Damian stares at Y/N as she talks or how she communicates with him in such a nerdy manner—as they delve deeper into a conversation about the history of cartoons (which the TVs playing old Looney Tunes episodes around the line created), Y/N splays her hands and says something scientific about how cartoons help develop the brain, and Damian responds with something with long words like "neuroscience" and "electroencephalography". I forget he basically has a Ph.D. in every subject you can think of. I don't forget that Y/N is a huge nerd.

I fall in love with both of them as they talk to each other. Damian's body language relaxes with the flow of the conversation, Y/N straightens with the focus it requires. They are so different, such opposites, but they work so well together.

Damian is all dark colors and brooding expressions. He is winter, and everything he does teaches me to love dark things more and more. He reminds me of deep, rich things that match his personality. Stroking a black cat's ears on a leather couch; your room at midnight while it snows outside, cold and dark and silent while you are warm and peaceful beneath the blankets; clearing sighs as you gaze at a lake that is more like a black sheet of water; green eyes that turn the color of rich, fertile dirt in the dark.

Y/N is pastels and sunshine-caused grins. When I think of her I picture the farm, with the faded red paint of the barn, the pale beige colors of hay, and the clearest blue sky you could ever imagine. She is spring. Playgrounds made of plastic that are so hot in the heat you have to tip-toe around the surface; dark blues and reds mixed with white paint to become baby blue and cotton-candy pink; running your hands through the grass or feeling it poke your exposed skin when you lay in it.

I must be somewhere in between because I always seem to be at the center of their shared focus. When I am with Damian, I become playful and funny in order to get him out of that shell that took a childhood to create. When I am with Y/N, I am a listener and a shoulder to cry on so she has at least one person who knows what she's thinking. When I am with both, I become a playful observer. I watch with a smile as he rolls his eyes and she pushes a lock of hair out of her face.

"I'm riding with Jon on the next one," Damian said just as the group in front of us exits the line in order to board. It was a statement, which Y/N doesn't seem to like. As dangerously as a person as sweet as she can be, she crosses her arms over her chest and looks up at him through their height-difference,"No," She raises her eyebrows and smiles infectiously,"I'm riding with Jon."

They stare at each other for a moment. Y/N glares at him good-naturedly and Damian stares back, trying to decide if he should voice his thoughts against her or not. He must mentally say "screw it", because his shoulders shift when he glances between her and I. Completely straight-faced, Damian called,"...Dibs."

"Dammit!" Y/N curses. She slaps the metal railing of the cue, huffing to herself in shame. Feeling bad that she didn't claim Jon first, she turns her chin upwards and tries to hide that same grin with an angry frown. She hasn't had nearly as much practice as Damian has. It breaks quickly and she giggled, shaking her head,"No, no, it's fine." Quietly, to tease Damian, she added,"...You two are super cute together."

I had managed to capture the scene on my phone, just a picture of them playfully glaring at each other on opposite sides of the line, but I don't hesitate to save it to the folder titled "Us".

We board the coaster carts just as the people in front of us get off, and I glance over my shoulder to watch Damian and Y/N's struggle for dominance. She jokingly insists that he be the one to sit on her lap, but Damian smugly manages to plop down into the long seat first, grinning that bat-smirk that her and I both hate and adore. Y/N sits on his lap without hesitation regardless. She gives me a cheesy thumbs-up that's high in the air, but Damian pushes it down and into the cart to follow the rules. When she turns around and kisses his cheek he flushes mildly. I watch with nothing but amusement... well, and maybe a little love.

I feel Y/N's squeal when Damian pinches her sides and the ride takes off, vibrating through the air. I smile again. The ride jolts when the brakes release the cart, and the mechanisms below me click wildly as they pull the cart towards its beginning. Damian clicks his tongue at least three times throughout the ride, Y/N giggles and cheers non-stop, and just before the largest drop she wraps her hands around his wrists and lifts his arms into the air. This is the second time he "TT"s, but it sounds more amused than annoyed.

Damian pulls his cap a little lower over his eyes when we get off. I'm sure I've seen at least two paparazzi already though, and Y/N tells him this as well. Eventually, he pulls off his hat and sunglasses in order for me to have him try on another pair, the kid-kind with the character face on it. Damian looked back at me, silently fuming at me through the plastic white lenses of his Batman glasses, which he promptly tears off and aggressively tosses back at the display. Y/N giggles and puts them on. Damian jolts when she pokes his shoulder and he turns to see her wearing them.

"I'll go get us refills. You two children—" Damian pointed between the both of us as we giggled, like a single parent trying to rein in his wild kids."—can waste your time searching through these items that even I know are over-priced." He flicks my arm endearingly before he parts, with two stuffed back-packs on him and three large handled cups he's off to fill with some unhealthy drinks.

Y/N's hand curls into mine, and she gently tugs me in the direction of the superhero merch corner of the small establishment. I fall into step beside her, and she bumps her hip against mine,"You havin' fun, handsome?" She asked. I laughed and nodded,"Oh, yeah." I told her,"More fun than that time you and Damian broke my trampoline."

She bursts into laughter at the memory, half-collapsing into a rack of fifteen-dollar children's capes that my mom could easily sew at home. When she comes back up again she starts to search through them. Bruce's credit card shines in her hand."So, are you getting the Robin cape or am I?"

"Me," I told her, pulling the lemony silk-like fabric from the mass of others. I turn it so she can see the red and green 'R' that we are so used to seeing Damian wear. She pulls two from the masses; a Superboy one that is so glittery that when Y/N rubs her hand down it, the fabric makes an uncomfortable scraping noise. The second is a simple Flash one, even if Barry has never worn a cape, ever. Y/N admires each."Do you think Dams will wear the Superboy one if I get it for him?"

"Not on your life." I respond. Ten minutes Later, Damian flips the end of the glitzy red cape over his shoulder so he can view the map in his hands more clearly. Y/N points at an attraction, a Green-Lantern mood ring on her finger that isn't even green—it's blue, which apparently means that Y/N is "very sad". I trade my crappy plastic light-saber for it, and Damian says with a deadpan expression,"It matches your eyes." Y/N whaps him in the butt with her new toy. After she does this, the lights in it no longer work.

Now, I feel my Robin cape shift in the late-afternoon wind anxiously. Y/N sticks her tongue out as she tries to win a stuffed Daffy Duck. Damian leans casually against the claw-machine, texting someone swiftly on his phone. Judging by the amount of TTs, it's either Stephanie or Jason. Y/N guesses Jason (with a pissed-off tone, because the stupid claw dropped the damn duck), and turns out to be right when Damian sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose—that's a solid Jason-just-made-a-death-joke gesture, and one usually performed by Bruce.

Y/N huffs when she runs out of tokens, and I decided to try and be a good boyfriend and take the pair to the carnival games to win something. I know how this will end—Damian will win a prize taller than both of us and give it to Titus—but this time Y/N challenges him in a battle of the prizes, claiming that "the winner get's Jon's heart". They both have mine already. Damian knows this when he accepts, but that doesn't stop him from dishing out every possible tactic he has... Especially when I sweeten the pot by adding a kiss for the winner.

Most of the games are rigged. Magnets hold down bottles so when baseballs hit them they don't fall over. Three-pronged claws only have two rubber grips. Balloons are made of something stronger that's harder to pop with a dart. Luck doesn't seem to be on Damian's side either, as Y/N somehow manages to get four that best his three. She tosses the Joker stuftie she won into the trash (who would even want one of those?) and she claims it's a tie.

"Well, then we both deserve a kiss." Damian said, crossing his arms. He says it so seriously Y/N snickers. I wave the both of them off,"Yeah, yeah, you two can share me I guess." I smile, loving how they already do.

"Dibs!" Y/N shouted, elbowing Damian in the side to reference his earlier phrasing. I chuckle at her, cupping her face and meeting her sweetly in the middle. The way she latches onto my crappy cape makes my face heat, and when she cups my neck in return, sighing so dreamily and deeply into my kiss, I feel my affection for her only grow stronger. When we break apart Y/N pats my chest while bouncing on the balls of her feet. I watch her skip off, humming to herself.

Damian watches her relax on the nearby bench, rolling his eyes for no reason at all. His kiss is abrupt but romantic, and his fingers are hot against the cool skin of my neck. He holds it there for a long moment and I'm stuck, glued in place and feeding off of the unnamed emotion that Damian Wayne supplies. We part softly and I feel the stupid mood-ring on his index finger touch my lip. Damian winks,"Beloved." He tries to twirl his cape when he turns around to face Y/N, like how he does with his Robin cape, but when the fabric moves glitter rains down on the cement in flat chunks.

"Getting tired, sunshine?" I asked Y/N, patting her leg. She gently kicks back up into my hand, shrugging,"I could do one more ride. Unless you boys aren't up to it." She flashed a smirk at us. I glance at Damian, giving in,"You still want to go on The Batman?"

Damian is the kind of person who has enough patience to wait in the line for the front seat. This means that we are as well, even if Y/N doesn't care as long as she gets on the rollercoaster and I can barely wait for a hay-ride. I realize how useful the flash-pass is when Damian flashes it at one of the workers wearing a Team Batgirl shirt (with Cass' Batgirl). I am reminded of how useful Damian's name is when the worker almost bows and leads us past the two-hour wait with a,"Right this way, Mr. Wayne."

Damian's fingers loop with mine. I squeeze back eagerly at the contact because he almost never initiates affection. Y/N grins at me over Damian, and kicks her feet gleefully when the platform beneath the seats lowers to make room for the cart's speedy take off.

By the time we pull back into the core part of the rollercoaster, Y/N's hair is wind-blow as is her expression. I hear her clasp Damian's arm and grin breathlessly,"Now I know why you love patrol so much. I felt—it was so smooth and fast! I felt like friggin' Batman!" She exclaimed.

The day that had faded toward night must have tired him out more than I would have guessed, because when Y/N beams these words, a miracle occurs. Damian smiles slowly, then chuckles,"...Remind me to give you a tour of Gotham