It was 5 in the morning on a late-summer day. Damian got up and put on a tight shirt and shorts. He was going to go for a run before waking Jon up for training.

The balls of his feet pounded the dirt road and he relied on the light of the moon and the day-breaking behind him to see. He turned around a light post and headed back to the Kent farm house.

"Jon. Wake up." Damian urged, leaning over the ladder to Jon's bunk.

Jon stirred. "Damian?"He rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"5:21."

Jon rolled over. "Five more minutes?"

Damian frowned. "Fine."

He watched surveillance footage on the hologram in his watch, viewing Tim in the Batcave doing pull-ups and Jason eating what looked like a pop-tart. Five minutes passed. Damian turned on the lights.

"Good morning." He frowned as Jon groggily sat up.

Jon laughed. "Why do you always look so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy."

"Grouchy?"

"No."

"Unpleasant?"

 "No."

"Perturbed?"

"You do give me anxiety..." Damian thought. He shook his head. "Put on some workout clothes."

Jon climbed down the ladder and yawned. He opened the dresser and got dressed while Damian did push-ups out of boredom. When Jon was ready, they went downstairs and walked off of the front porch to the field.

The grass was dewy and soaked the fabric of their sneakers. Jon yawned. The sun broke though, leaving a gray sky, pierced by colors. "What are we doing?"

"More testing."

"To see if I can fly?" Jon asked, hopefully.

"We're not there yet." Damian responded.

They walked into the barn and Damian pet the goats and the cow. He loved any and all animals.

"Jon." Damian called. Jon had started his chores.

Jon picked up a bucket of feed for the chickens like it was nothing. "What?"

Damian smiled. "How much can you lift?"

"I don't know." Jon asked. "Not as much as Dad."

Damian brushed past Jon, to the other end of the barn and pointed at a tractor tire. "Can you flip this?"

Jon set down the feed bucket. "I'm not sure." He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. The morning sun was bringing heat with it. Damian tried to lift it and got it a foot off of the ground. Jon frowned. "How heavy is it?"

"Roughly 600 pounds." Damian answered, letting it drop. "Here. You try."

Jon braced himself and gripped his fingers under the edge. He strained and lifted, struggling for a second but then he felt the entirety of his powers and lifted it up, straightening it up and walking it up, vertically.

Damian smiled. "Excellent."

Jon grinned. "I did it!"

"Good." Damian replied. "I suppose I should praise you."

"Yes." Jon replied.

Damian frowned. "You did very well."

Jon laughed. "Aw, thanks, D."

Damian rolled his eyes.

They fed the chickens and mucked out the animal stalls. After that, Damian took Jon on a run and they came inside to have a breakfast of toast and eggs. Then, they went to the barn.

That evening, Jon climbed the fence and sat on top of it. Damian joined him.

"I really wanna learn how to fly." Jon said.

Damian sighed. "It would be helpful..."

"I don't know how to fly- I've tried a bunch of times but I just can't."

Damian thought for a moment. "Maybe you can't unless it's an emergency."

"Maybe I have to believe in myself." Jon said.

Damian frowned. "Never say something like that again."

"Ok." Jon laughed.

Damian hopped off of the fence. "I guess we'll try then."

"What are we going to do?"

"What are you going to do."

Jon shrugged. "Okay, what am I going to do."

"Easy." Damian replied. "You're going to fly. I promise. Tomorrow before our fathers come home, you'll be flying."

Jon smiled. "Really?"

Damian shrugged. "Maybe you just have to believe in yourself."

Jon laughed. "Maybe."

They walked back up to the house in the sunset.