Dick, Jason, and Tim were also dragged to the event. Tim and Jason were surveillance and back up so they had uniforms prepped but for the most part they were stuck at the party, talking to adults and pretending to care about the achievements of the prestigious. Jason was getting drunk on champagne and Tim was stuck in a conversation with an old man.

"There." Damian said, turning to Jon. "My 6, your 12."

Jon looked behind Damian. Oswald Cobblepot- the Penguin. Jon nodded. "I see him."

"Good. Drake is keeping tabs on him. When he leaves the party, he will head to the back of the museum. That's where his trucks are and that's when we'll make a move but be careful because he might have men on the floor. Try not to directly look at him."

"When is he going to leave?" Jon asked.

Damian shrugged. "A couple of hours at least."

Jon groaned. "What are we going to do?" 

Jason crackled over the communication link in his ear. "Welcome to your first social event." He laughed. "Turn off you comm link, Jon."

"Oh yeah!" Jon remembered. He pressed the side of his ear. Now he could hear others but they couldn't hear him unless he pressed it back on to speak.

Damian introduced Jon to several adults to try and blend in. Jon smiled and shook hands and tried to to look at Cobblepot. They wasted enough time.

"Red Robin to Super Sons." Tim said over the link. 

Jon located Tim, pressing his ear and looking away at the floor on the outskirts of the crowd.

Jason was on the balcony. "Red Hood to BatWing. Movement on Penguin."

Damian excused himself from a conversation and grabbed Jon's wrist. "Don't draw any attention to yourself." Damian said, leading them out to one of the empty exhibits. They broke into a run and ran into Dick.

"Penny 1." Dick called.

"On my way, naturally." Alfred said. He met up with the boys and slipped them their clothes. He watched the door.

Jon was wearing jeans under his suit, which felt weird but at least he didn't have to change into those. Damian flipped his hood on and pulled on his gauntlets. He flipped out a blade. "Ready."

Jon zipped up his jacket and took his glasses off. "Ready."

Dick sighed. "Ready."

"What's wrong, Batman?" Jon asked.

Nightwing squinted behind the cowl. It really made him look like the dark, brooding force his father was. "I never wanted the cowl."

"I'll take it." Damian offered, lacing his boots.

"Enough." Dick said. "You have some trucks to stop."

"Right." Jon said. "Let's go, Robin."

They vanished and Dick looked at Alfred.

"The cowl is suiting on you, Master Batman."

Dick shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I've got crime to stop."

"Super Sons to Red Robin-" Jon started. "Is he still there?"

Tim came on the link. "Just left."

Jon and Damian spoke at the same time. "Shoot." "Shit."

Jon frowned as they ran. "That's a bad word."

"Superboy, we're about to intercept people with firearms and-" He rolled his eyes. "Never mind."

Damian yanked Jon back by the cape, pulling him against the shadow of the wall.

"Batman to Super Sons. Trucks arrived."

A light flicked on in the delivery room and carts of museum artifacts were being rolled out by men in masks. Damian noticed that Jon was shaking a little and so he put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up.

Jon nodded. He watched Damian open a pouch on his belt behind his cape. He held up three fingers. 3... 2... Smoke bomb.

It was pretty obvious Damian's plan. Jon tailed him and waited for the smoke to clear.

The truck was loaded up against the back of the museum. Damian pointed. "Get to the tires."

"Right." Jon said. He jumped into the back of the truck while Damian fought off the men coming up behind.

"Um, Robin." Jon began, nervously. "I think I'm stuck back here. I have to go outside."

"Break out!" Damian said, busy performing martial arts with a mix of unadulterated violence.

"Right." Jon muttered. He looked around. Break out. Laser vision! Jon took a step back and squeezed his eyes closed before shooting out a steady beam and melting out a person-sized hole in the truck. The sides of the metal was still too hot for Jon to touch. He carefully jumped out of the hole. Dick was taking out guards. Jon looked at the tires. Right. Stop the truck. He tried to use his laser vision, but he had seemed to have exhausted it.

"Crap." Jon muttered. How could he stop the truck? Jon sighed. It would be heavy but he could tip the truck. He took a deep breath and grabbed the side by the tires; Come on adrenaline- do your thing. He lifted and felt the tires lift off. He groaned, feeling his arms getting tired. Damn half-human genes.

CRASH.

The truck was on its side. Someone jumped out of the driver's side and pointed a gun. Was he bulletproof? Didn't matter. Dick took him out. Tires screeched and a truck came barreling around the back of the museum, Penguin in the passenger side, shouting and waving his umbrella. Bullets.

Jon was knocked off his feet and saw Damian had just jumped down from the loading dock where the truck was no longer. "What are you doing?! Do you have a death wish?" It was Damian. They took cover behind the truck. Jon pointed at the truck.

"I toppled that." He defended. "That's something."

Damian sighed. "Yes, very good."

Jon stayed behind the truck but peered over the edge to watch as Damian worked with Dick, taking out guards. Jon worried that he held Damian back. After all, he could keep up with Batman without any powers. What did Jon have? Super abilities that only sometimes worked.

The Gotham police force ascended on the scene and quickly picked Penguin up from where Dick had bound him to a light post. Damian pressed his comm link. 

"Disappear, Superboy."

Jon popped up and jumped up on the truck, leaping off the loading dock into the building. He broke into a run, meeting Dick and Damian.

"Penny 1." Dick said. "Operation camouflage."

They three of them were taking time to breath, back in the owl exhibit. Alfred returned the boys to their suits and they took a minute to freshen up in the bathroom. Jon didn't break a sweat so he just sat on the counter, talking with Damian.

"That was pretty cool." Jon said. "I flipped a truck." He beamed.

"Yeah." Dick said. "Good job."

Damian frowned and Dick rolled his eyes. "And yes, of course, Damian- you did well, too."

"I don't need your validation, half-rate Batman." Damian spat back but it didn't fool Jon nor Dick that Damian sought his approval.

They returned to the party and kept their cover for another hour. Eventually Jason was shit face wasted and Bruce had Alfred take the boys home.

Jon told Tim about what happened and grinned with pride.

"It was really great but I'm kind of tired now." Jon admitted.

They pulled into the gates of the Manor

"Some sleep would benefit you all, I believe." He looked at Jason. "And perhaps a shower."

Damian took a shower and walked across the hall to Jon's room.

"I wanted to tell you something." Damian said, anxiously. He swallowed.

"What?" Jon asked.

Damian sighed. "Well done, Kent."

Jon smiled. "Well done, Wayne."