A child of destiny (Jon Kent x fem!reader) (Discontinued)

Chapter 4: Robin and Superboy

~Amazing art not mine, by laizy-boy~

Twelve-year-old (y/n) was left to walk home on her own, Jon had to leave school with his mom earlier than usual, and promised they'll walk home to your place to hang out next time they meet.

" I hope so..." you muttered, the air was so cold as ice, fiery yellowish leave flying right past you as you passed the little market you see every day.

Falling leaves tumble from the interlocking branches above you, the cold breezed tickled you exposed legs. Nath had warned you not to wear short, but you didn't listen as you were in a hurry to meet up with Jon. The only thing that preventing you from shivering completely was the long sleeve Superman shirt you decided to wear, with shorts. " I guess, I should have listened to Nath," It was a simple mistake that Nath will never let go, that for sure.

Smiling to yourself, while running home, the first you thought of doing was to call Jon and invite him over to plan out what the two of you were going to do for Halloween night and to help out decorate the house with fake spider webs and carve pumpkins, with adult supervision of course.

You had told him about the plan earlier today, Jon's eyes lit up, before surprisingly scooping you up your two feet hugging you, in a friendly way, "That sounds awesome, but mom is going to pick me up soon, would it be better to come to your house when I'm ready?" You nodded, as the 12 in a half-year-old put you down, " But Nath said, no horror movies since I get nightmares easily." "No offence (y/n), but you actually do." you sighed, sadly, "I know,"

The loud deep growling of your stomach made you eager to come home faster for a snack.

You slowed down a bit, as soon as you heard talking for an alleyway, a conversation going on between two individuals.

Back against the rough brick wall of an apartment building, you peeked from the corner, you (f/c) bag hung loose, over your shoulder.

An a slim man, wearing nothing but an oversize grey t-shirt, stained with dirt and punctured with holes, with skinny jeans too ripped to actually look like it was bought from the store, only wearing dirty looking socks, their face looking small in pale as if they haven't eaten in days, was pinned to a wall, holding on to a pocket filled with coins, given to him by generous people who had offered to give money to the homeless.

A male that looked around eighteen had him cornered, wearing all white, with a golden necklace around his neck with a dollars sign on it. Two of his friends stood back, enjoying the messed up show in front of them.

" C'mon, are you that heartless, taking money from the homeless, that's sick..!" the male said, "You should be ashamed of yourself." the other male in white, simply ignore him, as he grabbed a handful of change and a ten dollar bill.

"How the hell am I going to buy myself some new bling if this is all you have?" the jerk complained, "Well, I wouldn't expect a bum like you to get income anytime soon."

You gritted teeth, as the hungry male was simply pushed to the ground by force, you clenched your fists as the male in white kicked the homeless male, as he was still down. Your heart beating faster, as a permanent scowl made it's way to your face as the two other people joined in on the fun.

"Hey!" you called out, in a loud, imitating voice filled with anger. Your legs seemed to start walking on its own, as you made your way towards the group area. "Leave him alone!" you ordered.

The eighteen-year-old boy with hair dye silver, glanced over his shoulder, to the left, eyes landing on a little girl who happened to be standing five feet away, eyes narrowed, as he and his group were some kind of threat.