I'd like to thanks to all that made my Super Sons: Troubled Weekend my most read tale yet, and inspired the other tales with our favorite duo, including this one. You, the readers of fanfiction, are invaluable for those who write.

Thanks a lot!

Technically, I don't have any idea for another Super Sons tales (I have two ongoing tales to finish, and a My Hero Academia one on the oven), but I welcome suggestions if you want to see another one with Damian and Jon. The reader is the one in command.


One hour before classes start at West-Reeve

"Damian, I will not take a cab to get to the meeting place. This Metro Way Mall is across the city. It's practically in Midvale."

"You are playing a rich character, simpleton. Here, for paying the taxi." Damian was offering Jon a bunch of notes.

"I don't want your - "

"Don't think it as money, it's an investigation tool."

"I don't want your tools, then."

"*tt*"


The Friday classes went like molasse, Lenore and Jon with their hearts beating faster, thinking about all the possibilities. At another school, Norman was following the same fate. Only Damian looked more calm and collected.

After the final class buzzer, Jon, reluctantly, got in a taxi. Damian discreetly followed Lenore.

After five minutes, seeing she was going home, he realized his mistake. Lenore was the one exposed. The last place she would go to was that mall. Now what? Keep the plan or follow her? In the end, the original plan won. Jon was waiting for him.

Those minutes were more than enough for Damian to miss another piece of the scheme moving on.


For a kid that grew on a farm, used to live most with what they produce, watching their parents use the barter system often instead of money and, more than that, a kid capable of flying, give all that money to the cab driver was painful.

He walked around the food court, waiting to be contacted. Two minutes. Five. Ten. Who would come to meet him? Lenore? That Norman?

"Kenny!"

Or… Ricky?

"huh… Kent."

"Right, right, Kent. My good friend Tom Kent."

"Jon."

What the school bully was doing there? And doing his mix of hug/neck lock.

"That's what I said, Jon. Good old Jonny. I don't know what's your game, asking to meet here at this end of the world, but no matter. Hand then over."

"Asking to…"

"I got you don't want anyone at West-Reeve to see the trade. People must think the shoes are mine, after all. But you could find tons of other places."

"What?"

"Stop stalling. I gave Lenore the grand you asked for selling me the shoes. Take them off."

"Is everything all right there?"

A mall security man got close.

"Sure. I am just talking with Kenny."

"Ke…" Jon felt the arm around his neck tighten up

"My pal Kenny."

"I think you better leave your friend and move around."

"But there's nothing wrong. Right, Kenny?"

"Huh…"

"Yes" said the guard "What do you have to say, hayseed?"

Hayseed?

"This kid is hurting me, officer."

The employee looked at Ricky.

"Get out."

"That's not over, Kenny." Said Ricky, storming out of the food court.

Jon gave the stilt Damian was on a little kick.

"Good one, Damian. What is going on?"

"Let's move. No one will come and meet you."

"I guess. They will not take a risk for 500 dollars when Lenore scammed Ricky on 1,000."

"And if she did so, she does not intend to return to school Monday. Come with me to the bathroom. I need to take out this disguise."


Meanwhile, Lenore entered her house, put on her pajamas in front of the window, went to the bathroom and to bed… actually, arranging pillows on the bed and exiting the room by a trapdoor. So, anyone watching through the window, would never guess she leaved the room.

On the other room, her father was waiting.

"Too bad. Your mother and I choose Lenore." He said, mixing the hair dye.

"Yeah, I wished this scheme lasted longer, too." She said, brushing her hair.

"And I wished you asked for my help. But you did well for your first time. Ready? Let's give Lilith Scafio a look"


"Let's rush. We have a meeting wish Hashtag. I left our uniforms hidden outside."

"Right."

And then Ricky entered the bathroom

"I found you, Kenny. Now I want my shoes and my fist on your face."

"Fist and face. I believe I can help you with that."

"Wayne? What are you doing here? Never mind, shorty, get lost!"

"Damian… don't…"

A bruised Ricky ran away from the bathroom, with a Jon jumping in one feet behind and Damian throwing an expensive sneaker on his back.

"Here, you bought this shoe."

"Damian…"

"Let's get out of here before real security appears."

Once on a secluded place outside the mall, with their uniforms on.

"Yes, Ricky was a bully, but…"

"Focus on our case."

Jon sighed.

"You mentioned a message."

"Yes. Take us up."

"Up where?"

"Just up."

He did so and, sprayed on the roof of the mall, a huge hashtag followed by the pizza and four-leaf clover emojis.

"What's that?"

"Signalman leaved signals as clues for his crimes. His nephew is doing the same."

"Right. Lucky Pizza? Veggie green pizza?"

Robin smirked.


In less than two minutes, Superboy was landing at the abandoned industrial shed.

"Right. Can you tell me where we are?"

"M&S meat products. Abandoned when the mess of metropolis politics made too expensive to produce here."

They entered it

"People around?"

"Too many dense metals for me to see clearly. How M&S translates to…"

"Marcolini & Shawn." Robin got an unused packaging on a pile and gave to Superboy

"Italo-Irish Meatballs…?

"Burgers and sausages, too. The place still stinks."

They heard an old machine putter and gain life. And Hashtag over another machine. He presed a button.

"Your choice, Superboy. Either come after us, or save your friend from the meat grinder!"

A huge, heavy metal block attached to a chain in the ceiling came full speed cutting the air until passing through a spot two meters away from where Robin and Superboy were.

"Hashtag brown smelly and smiling thing. Huh… two out of three? Rookie's second chance?"


Saturday Morning, Clark was reading the report the two kids proudly presented.

"The police said his computer was clean, but we're sure he sent the data to AutoCorrect somehere. Also, no trace of the money they stole until reaching us, dad…"

"But that's expected. Eraser kid and all".

"And now you're sure there's just two of them, AutoCorrect and Hashtag, and they don't know a thing about our secret."

"Hashtag is under custody, but AutoCorrect whereabouts are unknown."

"That's a great work, kids."

"Thanks, dad!"

"No, Clark, it is just half-done."

"I am the client and I am pleased. How about a trip to the amusement park as payment?"

"Yeah, dad!"

"That's an absolute frivolous…"

"They have laser tag and climbing walls."

"…"

"And games that test your aim."

"*tt* There's no sense in not accepting a chance to hone one's skills."


Norman Cobb was guided by a police officer to a small room.

"The judge is still to decide if you will face trial as an adult, but they allowed you to tak to a lawyer, anyway."

Once alone, he looked at the guy in front of him.

"Are you my lawyer? Hashtag…"

The older man opened his briefcase, extracting a helmet that looked as the top of a pencil, complete with a pink…

From somewhere, a girl in black and white uniform appeared. Norman smiled

"Hashtag what take you so long?"

"Do you mean 'thanks for saving my butt'?"

END