( that stops jon fast enough. he may have looked a little upset before, but that expression immediately falls into downright sad. there's a moment's pause before he's climbing onto his feet, keeping a hand pressed to kon's shoulder to prevent him from going anywhere as he twists around on his heels and moves to face him.

meeting his eyes clearly. everyone's running their mouths, yes. jon has realized that. it makes him angry, hearing the kinds of things others believe about themselves. which is why he takes in a deep breath, steadies himself a little before he starts speaking. )

No, Kon, you're not. You might look like him, and have a lot of the same powers as him, but you're nothing like my dad. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I like you just how you are. I'm so happy I met you, because you are amazing. And you're not evil. I--I don't care what you believe about it, but you're not bad. You're kind. A hero.

( his lips twist, brows furrowing and expression twisting. ) I don't care if you're a clone or whatever. You're my brother, even if you're not really my brother. Blood or birth or--or any of that stuff, that doesn't matter, right? Damian's got brothers that aren't related to him.