Just Two Idiots

by orphan_account

Summary:

Damian goes up to the door that Alfred has propped open, finding a messy-haired man with a baggy hoodie and two bags in-between his arms, “Hey man! Mind if I stay over for a couple weeks? Jay kinda kicked me out.”
His eyes go wide, “Your boyfriend kicked you out?”
“Yeahhh… um.. I’ll explain to you later. Can I..?”
“Yes you can stay.”

Notes:

So this is kind of a work in progress I’m just posting for fun. I’ll be making edits and such as I go and whatever. It’s not going to necessarily be comic accurate nor am I going to actively try to be. Just hope some people like it :)

Chapter 1

“Tch, there’s nothing to eat.” Damian slams the door to the fridge, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he flips around to look in the pantry. Nothing there either. He sighs in frustration after seeing an empty box of pita chips in the recycling bin.
His older brothers knew that was his favorite snack and those fuckers ate all of it anyways.

“Typical.”

Being the only vegan in the house only made matters worse. He just decided to go hungry for yet another night. He didn’t really feel like eating anyways… is what he told himself.
He goes upstairs to go into his room, opening the door to a completely neat and well put together area. It was just as he left it. He closes the door behind him and finally slumps over to plop onto his bed. Not even bothering to get under the covers. He pulls out his phone, the bright light making him squint to find the messages app. He scrolls over the contact labelled “Raven”, not wanting to remind himself of what happened between them. His thumb finally lands on the bar with the word, “Hayseed” on it, noticing it was lit up and tapped on it.

Hayseed:
“Hey D! U back from patrol yet?”

Damian smirks, typing out his response in a lightened tone.
“Go to bed, Dumbass”

Hayseed:
“How come when u stay up late it’s nbd, but as soon as I stay up a little late ur all up my butt about it??”

He chuckles a bit, amused at how he got the boy at least a little riled up.
“Because you’re a Momma’s Boy”

An immediate response from the other,
“😤 fine! I’m going to sleep then! GN”

“Night”

Damian’s expression falls as soon as the screen fades to black. He turns his head over to look out the window, noticing that the moon was covered by clouds that night. His eyes were burning when he finally closed them to go to sleep.

Chapter 2

Damian opened his eyes to a bright-eyed and happy-faced older brother.
“Damian~! Time to wake up sleepy-head!”
“Get the fuck out of my room, Grayson.”
Dick sat down on the bed, leaning back ever so slightly.
“If you don’t get up soon, I’m gonna be forced to crush you.”
“Like you could crush me. I’m 18 now, not the small boy you first met.”

The older boy chuckled, straightening himself again and looking over at the door, “Not like I can’t still crush you in combat.”
“Tch. You wish.”

Dick looks back at Damian, noticing that his eyes look more tired than angry. “What’s up with that?”
“What’s up with what?”
“That look.”
Damian stares at him blankly, not understanding what Dick was talking about.
“Ohhh. Is it about Ra-“
“Don’t. Say her name.”

“Right. Well, Alfred made all of us breakfast so you better come down”
“Don’t feel like it.”
Dick raises an eyebrow, “But you need to eat to keep yourself in good health Dami.”
Damian rolls over, avoiding eye contact with his brother, “I’m not hungry.”
He hears a sigh and then the weight on his bed slowly lifts off, “Fine… Just. Don’t forget to eat lunch then, okay?”
“K”, he responds, knowing damn well he’s going to do no such thing.

Damian eventually rolls out of bed, checking his phone for the time, “Twelve-thirty… that’s a first.” He opens the messages app only to see that it’s been blown up by none other than his best friend.

Hayseed:
“Damiiiiii”
“Dami”
“Dami”
“D!”
“Damster”
“D-man”
“C’mon dude! It’s morning already and you’re being a slack-off! Get out of bed so we can hang out!”

Damian rolls his eyes and begins typing
“Fine. Where do you want to go?”
~~~~~~~~

Jon’s face is covered in ketchup and hamburger crumbs, “Hey, thanks for coming to hang out with me Dames.”
Damian looks up from his phone and smiles half-heartedly, “Yeah. You should probably wipe your mouth though. You look like a pig.”
The other boy squints at him, “You know, I’m still curious as to why you’re paying for my meal, but didn’t get anything for yourself.”
“I already told you that I ate at home.”
“Liar.”
“I’m telling you I did!”
Jon looks down at his fries, “Are fries considered vegan?”
“Yes. How many times have I told you that as long as it doesn’t have-“
He was interrupted by a handful of fries being shoved in his mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at the evil expression Jon had plastered all over his face, giggling at his now stuffed mouth.
He rolls his eyes and starts chewing the fries in like a goat with its hay.
“Haha! Who’s the pig now?”
Damian swallows his food and smirks taking a fry and shoving it in Jon’s mouth, “Careful with your words, Farmboy. Wouldn’t want me eating you instead.”
Jon scrunches his nose, “But you’re vegan.”
“I’ll make an exception for a dumb-witted hayseed.” He leans over onto his hand, taking a napkin from the table and wiping the crumbs off of the other boy’s face.
He noticed his face start to feel sore from grinning. He quickly put the napkin down and looked over to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. The spikes of hair from his fade poked his hand, making his hand flinch away.
Jon only leaned over to meet with his eyes that were now facing away from him, “Hey, what’s been bothering you lately D?”

Damian turns his head back looking only at the frames of Jon’s glasses, “I just… ever since I broke up with her. I feel… guilty.”
Jon sighed, “Her well-being isn’t your responsibility Damian. She’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Don’t feel guilty for wanting to just focus on you.”
He taps on the table, “I mean. You haven’t even been doing that. You’ve just been starving yourself man. I’m pretty sure the fries I just shoved in your mouth is the first thing you’ve eaten in days.”
“But I-“
“Pita chips don’t count as proper nutrition and you should know that Damian. Hell, those fries aren’t any better. You should be ordering yourself something. They’ve got salads here.”
“Their salads are gross.”
“Oh. My bad. Mr Picky here who only gets fed by his butler. I’m sure Alfred hasn’t even gotten to make you anything because you’re avoiding food.”
Jon takes his hat off and swipes his hair back. Damian follows the hat with his eyes as the other boy discards it onto the table.
“Look at me Damian, and I know you were just looking at my glasses.”

The boy sighs and looks into his friends eyes, the concern in them hurting him more than he knows. “You’ve taken care of her for so long that you’ve forgotten that you need to take care of yourself. That relationship is over. It’s time to move on and start at least feeding yourself.”
Damian clenches his jaw and fist, looking down into his lap as if his hands were going to tell him something different.
“Fine, but you’re helping me.”
Jon closes his eyes and smiles triumphantly, “Good. Then we’ll be starting by you going up to order a salad.”
“Their salads are gro-“
“Ah-bup-bup-bup, no excuses. You’re scarfing down those leaves and you’re gonna like it.”

They both stand up, the sheer height Jon has on him is astounding. He looks up at his friend who is now smiling and wrapping his arm around his shoulder to pull him up to the counter. The feeling of the other’s lanky fingers squeezing at his arm makes him realize that his cheeks feel warmer than usual.

Chapter 3

Notes:

This chapter takes place a few weeks later

“Damian! There’s someone at the door for you!”
“Shut the fuck up Jason. I have a migraine.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t just live off of fucking coffee, you wouldn’t have a migraine!”
Damian started to come down the stairs as Tim brushed past him. Always in a pissy mood when he’s working on a difficult case. Wonder how Bernard handles him.

Damian goes up to the door that Alfred has propped open, finding a messy-haired man with a baggy hoodie and two bags in-between his arms, “Hey man! Mind if I stay over for a couple weeks? Jay kinda kicked me out.”
His eyes go wide, “Your boyfriend kicked you out?”
“Yeahhh… um.. I’ll explain to you later. Can I..?”
“Yes you can stay.”
Jon grins, his smile almost blinding for the people who witness it. He looks over to Alfred who was already trying to take his bags, “Ah, thanks Alfred, but I can carry these. No biggie. Besides, they’re pretty heavy.”
Alfred smiles, “Alright then, Mr Kent.”
He looks over to Damian who was just standing there awkwardly, which makes him perk up, “Oh, right. This way is the guest room, follow me.”
Jon happily follows behind like a dog wagging its tail.

They both make it to the room and Damian closes the door behind him as Jon begins to set his stuff down onto the bed.
He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow,
“So. Care to explain why you’ve been kicked out of your own apartment by your boyfriend?”
Jon avoids eye contact for a little while, twiddling his thumbs and sighing.
“We uh… we decided that we…” his eyes flitted back in forth between Damian and the wall, “we decided not to be together anymore…”
“You broke up?!”
Jon’s glasses fell off at this point and he crouches down to retrieve them, “Well.. not exactly… I mean- we did. Just not-“
“Did you both say ‘we’re breaking up’?”
“Jay did before making me pack my bags and pushing me out the door..”
Damian rolls his eyes, muttering curses in his mother’s language.
He sighs, “So why did you come to my house? Hm? Don’t you have very loving grandparents who would totally be willing to take you in?”
“I didn’t want to bother them.”
Damian deadpans.
“We both know damn well they’d let you stay without missing a heartbeat.”
“They’re too far away from Metropolis.”
“Number one, you’re Superboy. You can fucking FLY. Number two, what makes you think Gotham isn’t any farther than your grandparents’ house?!”
Jon fixes his glasses nervously and they still continue to fall off his face, making Damian just snatch them away and throw them on the ground.
“Enough Jon. Why did you come here?”
“I didn’t want to tell them yet…”
“Okay. What about your mom then, huh? Your DAD? Your brother or cousin??”
The boy looks over at his bags, “You know. Now that I think about it, Kon would’ve probably been understanding…”
Damian yet again gives him an unimpressed look, “So?”
Jon balls his hands into fists, “I just thought of you first, okay? I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal for me to stay at my best friend’s house!”
“Wouldn’t Jay be upset about this?”
“Jay doesn’t matter right now!”
Damian sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. He tends to do that often when he’s stressed, “You really are an idiot.”
He walks over to the bed and unzips Jon’s bags, “okay… let’s get your stuff unpacked then.” He looks over to the glasses on the ground. Which were now shattered. “I can also buy you new glasses if you need…”
Jon goes over to pick up his clothes, “no worries. I can just get my insurance to pay for another pair. I break them often anyways.”

“I still can’t believe Jay broke up with you.”
“I know right? Looks like we’re both fresh out of a relationship now.”
Damian turns to find Jon welling up with tears. He hesitantly leans over to hug the taller man, trying to keep his distance between their bodies as much as possible. He doesn’t do well with hugging, but he manages to awkwardly wrap his arms around Jon and pat his head. Jon looks up to meet eyes with him, surprised at the kind gesture Damian was trying to give him. He smiles weakly and squeezes the other boy, pulling him way too close for comfort.

Damian flinches and resists a bit, but eventually settles in once he realizes his shoulder was already wet from Jon crying on it.
~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Jon woke up to a different room. He rubbed his head, “oh yeah. I’m at D’s place.” He gets out of bed to leave the room, only to be met with the other brothers outside his door.
Dick crossed his arms, “So, I heard you were staying here for a bit, yeah?”
Jon looks at all of them with their arms crossed, bewildered as to why, “yes..? Is everything okay?”
Jason took over, “oh yeah everything’s fine. We’re just curious as to why.”
Tim scoffs, “Guys. It should be obvious by now. Jay broke up with him.”
Both Dick and Jason’s eyebrows raise, “Ohhhh”
Jon sighs, “I feel like I’m some sort of zoo animal with you guys crowding me at the door.”
Dick smiled, “Oh, sorry about that. Alfred made breakfast, you want to come down and eat?”
Jon nods and looks around, “Yeah, but… where’s Damian?”
“Oh he said he was going to run some errands really quick. He’ll be back in a bit. Oh and don’t worry, he ate before leaving. We all know your little pact with him.”
“Ah. I see. Well then I guess I have no reason to oppose having breakfast with you guys.”
Tim yawns, “yep, and I’ll finally get to have my coffee because these two bitches made me wait for you.”
Jon smiles as he follows them down stairs to eat.
~~~~~~~
Damian was on a mission today. He had to know what happened between his friend and Jay.
He knocked on the door to Jon’s apartment and a couple moments later it opened to a pink-haired boy who didn’t look to be in the greatest condition. “Oh. It’s you.”
He stiffened, “Yes. I just wanted to ask about what happened between you and Jon… If you’ll let me.” Damian tried to be as well mannered as he could, even if this was the same guy who made Jon cry.
Jay frowned, “Isn’t it obvious?”
The boy raised a brow, “…no”
“Well if it isn’t. I’ll tell you then. Jon and I haven’t even been talking for three weeks. When he came home everyday, he just, kinda ignored me. I figured he just wasn’t that into me anymore and decided to break it off. But that’s not even the part that should be clearly obvious to you. No. My biggest problem was the fact that he was hanging out with YOU more than me. His boyfriend. Always texting you, always going to hang out with you, and the list goes on.”
Damian’s eyes go wide, “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“You ever notice how Jon never picks up his phone to answer my texts whenever he’s with you?”
“N-no I never notic-“
“Well you got to be pretty fucking oblivious to not notice that.”
Damian felt shame. How could he have not noticed that his friend was neglecting his boyfriend? “I just. I’ve had a recent break-up with someone and I just haven’t been my usual observant self. I’m sorry.”
Jay sighed, “well. I’m sorry for you too. I don’t want to take my frustration out on you. It’s not your fault.”
He looks over to the side and leans on the doorframe, “Jon’s been so caught up in trying to help you get through your breakup. It so happens that he ended up forgetting about me, but it’s fine. Really.”
Damian grips onto the flowers he had bought earlier for this encounter, “well. If it helps, I brought you flowers to make you feel better. Jon’s been taking it rough and I’m sure he’s not the only one feeling that way.”
Jay smiles and takes the flowers, “thanks.”
He goes to close the door, “Take care of Jon for me. You’re a good guy.”

When the door closes, all of that information processes into Damian’s brain like a truck. Almost in total shock, he says,
“Jon’s been… only focused on m e?”
He goes to his car and spends the whole drive home astonished at this situation. Why would Jon do that?
“Take care of Jon for me.”
His eyes widen and he blushes, “What is that supposed to mean?!”

Chapter 4

Damian makes it back without crashing into anything, making his way into the entrance of the Wayne Manor expecting Alfred to be at the door waiting for him. Alas, he is ambushed by a very excited Jonathan Kent and is smothered in yet another hug. Too many hugs in one week. He shoves Jon away, “Agh! Get off of me you creep!”
“Awww. Dami just called me a creep. I think I might cry~”
Damian walks through the door and hands his coat to Alfred, thanking him in the process, “Don’t flatter yourself, Kent. You know just as well as anyone else that I don’t do physical affection.”
“Don’t you get lonely with that kind of life?”
“I show my affections through gifts and compliments.”
“You never compliment me!”
“I never compliment anyone.”
Jon frowns and follows behind Damian to the library, “well then how can you say you show love through compliments?”
“Compliments are something that’s earned from me.”
“That’s harsh.”
“How many gifts have you gotten from me in the time that we’ve known each other?”
Jon stops to count on his fingers, eventually concluding that he doesn’t have enough hands.
“Do you not remember saying you’ve always wanted a horse when we were little?”
“I remember. You got me one, but my dad said we can’t keep it at our place so I sadly gave it to my grandparents.”
Damian perks, “Perfect example. Now you can let go of trying to force me into hugging you when I’ve already shown you my appreciation through other means.”
Jon slumps, but then grows a mischievous look on his face and gains on Damian. “Mmm. Nah. I think I’ll stick with hugging.” He swoops up the boy from behind, making his legs dangle.
Damian immediately puts up a fight, “If you don’t put me down I’m going to stab you with kryptonite while you sleep tonight!”

Jon finally lets him go and he briskly takes a seat on his favorite chair and picks up the book off of the side table. He points his head to the chair across from him and Jon politely sits down there.
“So. Want to tell me why you haven’t talked to Jay in over three weeks?”
“H-how do you know?”
“I’m a detective, Kent. I look into both sides of the story before approaching a solution.” His eyes never leaving the pages of his book.
Jon sighs, “I was just.. worried about you, y’know? You weren’t healthy. All this stress you put on yourself about whether or not your ex was doing okay.”
This time Damian looks up, “So you drop your own boyfriend as a priority to go hang out with your best friend?”
The boy looks around, trying to find the right words to use in this situation, “I didn’t think about it like that at the time.”
“I understand that you wanted to be more involved in my recovery since three weeks ago when you got me to start eating again, but you can’t just abandon everyone else in your life to take care of me. I could’ve managed just fine on my own and my brothers have literally stayed longer at this house just to make sure I’m doing okay.”
Jon scowls, “you wouldn’t have been fine on your own though. Even with all of your family you were still pale! You were still getting thinner! I couldn’t just watch you waste away over a girl you used to date!”
Damian shuts his book, “I wasn’t wasting away. I was doing just fine on my own. You need to go and apologize to Jay.”
“I already have!”
“And what did he say to that?”
Their voices were raising to an almost concerning level
“What did he say, Jonathan?!” Damian’s voice only getting more stern.
“It doesn’t matter because he kicked me out anyways!”
“It does matter! God, why are you avoiding this?!”
“I’m not avoiding it!”
“Then what did he say Jon?!”
“He said that I loved you more than him!!”

Damian stopped. Shocked for the second time that day. Too many times for Damian Wayne.
“Why? Why did he say that?”
Jon sat back down and leaned over, swiping his hands over his face. “I don‘t know, D. I really don’t know. Maybe I should’ve went to Konnor’s place…”
He gets up from the chair and goes to the guest bedroom, leaving Damian to just stand there.

Chapter 5

A whole week had passed by and Damian hasn’t talked to Jon. He’s gone to live with Konnor and Damian hasn’t really had the chance to go seek him out. Always had some kind of mission that was more important according to Bruce.
That is until he runs into him in the middle of beating the shit out of a villain.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“Oh, so this guy pissed the Supers AND the Bats off?”
“Not the topic I’m on, Superboy.”
“Right. That guy managed to break into LexCorp and steal some things he wasn’t supposed to. Now here comes my question. Why are YOU here, Robin?”
“Same reason, shit-head. You Supers can’t manage to control your own citizens, so the ‘Bats’ had to come in and save your asses.”
“Last I checked, this isn’t your city, Gotham Boy”
The villain chimed in, “Can you two stop bickering already? You sound like my wife!”
Both of the boys speak now, “Shut up”
Damian turns to look back at Jon, “Either way, Batman sent me here to clean this mess up”
“It was MY mess to clean up, R o b i n.”

Both of them apprehend the villain and hand him off to the police. Jon looking over at Damian with a stern look, “we need to talk.”
“No. We don’t.” Both of them being careful to keep their voices down because there were still people around.
Jon just rolls his eyes and sweeps Damian off his feet and flies away. Immediately making Damian go at him with all his might, “What did I say about picking me up like that Kent?!!!”
“Don’t care. We’re talking.”
Damian goes limp and crosses his arms, making himself look like a cranky toddler who was told no.
“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“You already know, D”
“Yeah. Did you manage to get back with Jay?”
“No. I realized I didn’t love him as I should’ve.”
“Well that’s just too bad. It’s only been a week and you’re already over him. What a great guy you are.”

Jon sighs, “Not everyone mourns the end of a relationship and starves themselves over it for two months, Dames.”
“Tch, I didn’t mourn.”
“Oh, my bad. You were depressed, totally not mourning the loss of a girlfriend that you pity-dated in the beginning.”
They land on a rooftop and Jon sets him down, “I still don’t understand how you ended up being so upset over her.”
Damian frowns, “She really cared about me, asshole”
“Ohh. Right, right. I keep forgetting that you’re so reserved.”

“How does someone forget that???”
Jon looks over to Damian, “You don’t act that way around me. You’re different. Your brothers have told me.”

Damian scoffs at the betrayal. The audacity of those bitches.

Jon sits on the ledge of the building, “So anyways. Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you. Besides, you never made an effort to at least text me.”
“Because I thought it would make you uncomfortable after what I said.”
The boy stops and thinks for a bit, and admits that their conversations would have been a bit awkward after the mention that the other’s boyfriend thought he was more in love with him.
“Either way, it’s still awkward.”
“At least you were able to ‘bicker’ with me about some crummy villain.”
Damian was starting to think his father set him up for this.
“I normally bicker with people. You’re not special.”
Jon chuckles, “You are right about that part.”

He looked over at all the tall buildings and over the city lights. Not being as familiar with the layout as he was back in Gotham.
“Do you… still need a place to stay?”
The other boy looks around as if he’s keeping a secret, then leans in closer to Damian with a more hushed tone, “If I’m being honest. Yeah… Kon is great and all, but I can only take so much of his playboy behavior for so long.”
Damian laughed at that, “Understandable. My siblings get really annoying if they’re around for too long at the house. Only one I can tolerate the longest is Grayson, and he’s still really fucking annoying.”
They both laughed, looking into each other’s eyes when they catch a breath. Only to quickly break eye contact as soon as they made it. Jon rubbing the back of his neck to try and ease his already jittering nerves.
“Sooo, you mind if I come tonight? I’ll try to be quiet.”
“I don’t mind. I’m sure Father is out taking care of other business as well, so his non-existent sleep schedule won’t be interrupted either.”
“Well what about Alfred?”
“He stays awake most of the time because he wants to make sure we come home to a cup of warm tea after a long night.”
“Woww. He sure is nice.”
“Yeah..”

Chapter 6

Damian is scrolling mindlessly on his phone waiting for his friend to arrive, until he hears a knock on his window and a ping notification on his phone to go with it.

Hayseed:
“I’m here”

Damian quickly goes to unlock his window and let the super in, “You didn’t even bother to go through the front door?!”
Jon looks around the room, “No. Why are we whisper-yelling right now?”
Damian points at his cat Alfred and his dog Titus. Both of them sleeping soundly on his bed. Jon mouths an “oh” and tip-toes over to the door, struggling to open it with his hands already full with bags. The boy rolls his eyes and quietly opens the door to lead Jon to his room. He helps him unpack and then tries to go back out the door back to his own bed.
At least, not before an arm blocks his way to the exit. Jon leans over to Damian’s ear, “Hey. Thanks for letting me stay for a bit. I promise I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I find a new apartment, Kay?”
The pure adrenaline that shock gave Damian just took the words out of his mouth, making him just nod frantically so he can get out of whatever position this was.
He briskly walks out of the door and sighs, getting pinned to walls was definitely NOT for Damian Wayne.
~~~~~~
Damian began his journey back to his room until he runs into none other than his father.
He looks up slightly to meet with his eyes, “Good to see you’re back home early Father.”
Bruce looked over to the door of the guest bedroom,
“How did your talk with Jon go?”
“It went fine. He’s staying here until he can find a new apartment.”
His dad had a small smile on his face and pat Damian on the shoulder, “Good, good. He’s always welcome. However I will be telling Clark and Lois about where he’s at.”
Damian shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way, “Good night Father.”
“Good night Damian.”
~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey.”
“Hello?”
Jon’s vision was blurry, his eyes slowly beginning to crack open
“Wake-up dipshit.”
The man stretches and yawns quite loudly at Damian
“Aaand the name-calling begins. Good morning wonderful little demon.”
“It’s pronounced ‘Damian’. And I’m not little.”
“Right. Demon.”
That earns him a smack onto his chest.
“If you want to be a smart-ass I can happily kick you to the curb. Get up so we can eat breakfast.”
Jon smiles and sits up, almost knocking Damian off of the bed, “Did you make it?”
The boy rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. Your breakfast would’ve been a smoothie and a granola bar.”
“Wow. That’s what you eat?”
Damian shrugs, “Most times, yes.”
Jon laughs, “You are so weird.” The other boy chuckles and pats his shoulder, “And so are you, Mr Weirdo.”
They both get up to go eat, “Hey that could make a good villain name.”
“Don’t count on it.”

 

“So, whaddya wanna do today?” Jon’s mouth is still full of food, so Damian throws a napkin at him, “Don’t talk with your mouth full you fucking slob!”
“Why does it matter so much? I’m just trying to make plans for the day.”
The other boy scoffs, “Make plans when you aren’t shoving eggs into your face.”
Jon’s eyes lit up and he slams the fork he was using down, “I know! We should go swimming!”
Damian nonchalantly picks at his food, leaning on his arm and searching his plate for any form of something he wants to put in his mouth, “I have a pool.”
“Nooo, I mean the beach Dames! It’ll be so much fun!”
The boy looks up at him with an unimpressed look, “I am a well-known person, Kent. I can’t just go strutting on a beach and expect there’s going to be no reporters.”
Alfred ever so kindly chimes in, “You could use the private beach Master Damian. I’m sure Master Bruce would be very happy to know his son would be getting some proper sunlight.”
Damian sighs and puts his fork down, “Fine, we’ll use the private beach.”
Jon breaks out in celebration, leaving Damian slightly annoyed at his loudness. He smiles at his friend’s happy face though.

Chapter 7

“Why is it that you have to take forever to get out of the car?”
Jon adjusted his sunglasses onto his face, making sure they wouldn’t fall, “I have to make sure I’m wearing these things before going out in the public. I want to be Jon Kent, not Superboy right now.”
Damian snatched him out of the passenger seat, “Well you take too fucking long.”
He drags him by the wrist into the sand, “But I haven’t put on sunscreen yet!”
“You don’t need it, you’re Kryptonian.”
Jon halts them to a stop, “Yeah but what about you?”
Damian rolls his eyes for maybe the millionth time, “Fine. Give it to me.” The man ruffles through the bag they brought and pulls out a bottle of sunscreen, smiling as he hands it to Damian. He snatches it away and opens the bottle, giving Jon a side-eye when he starts rubbing it into his arms.
Jon notices that Damian isn’t taking his shirt off, “You’re gonna swim with that on?”
He huffs, “Yes. I’m not fond of showing skin.”
The taller boy shrugs, “Fair enough, just make sure you apply a bit of sunscreen underneath.”
Damian deadpans, “It’s not needed. I’m covered.”
“Come on man! You’re gonna get sunburned if you don’t!” He goes to take the bottle, “Here, let me put some on your back.”
Damian dodges the offending hand, “No! I don’t need it!”
Jon frowns, “You’re such a pain. Too stubborn for your own good.”
The other boy crosses his arms, “Correct. Now leave me aloNE- WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Jon had snatched the sunscreen and quickly reached underneath Damian’s shirt, rubbing the cold lotion into his skin. Damian flinches away, “THAT WAS FREEZING YOU ASSHOLE!”
Jon smiles, “Welp. Now you’re properly covered.” He walks off to set the towels down and start setting up the umbrella.
Damian mumbles under his breath, trying to forget the feeling of Jon’s hand crawling up his spine. He shivers and walks over to where Jon’s at, who was now sliding his sleeveless hoodie off. “You gonna swim or what?” Damian realized he was staring for too long, so he turns his head away. “Yeah. Just give me a second.”
“Mmkay!”

The boy sighs as he plops down onto the towel, curling his knees up and looking off at Jon who was now enjoying the water. “Ugh. I really don’t want to do this. Why did we even come here by ourselves?”
He lays his head onto his knees, “I should’ve brought my siblings. Would’ve been less weird.”
He decides to stand up and go over to where Jon is, sucking in his discomfort and getting in the water.

Notes:

I’m sorry I’m writing such short chapters. Again though, this is just for fun and each chapter will vary in length. Hope you liked this chapter :)

Chapter 8

Both boys were packing up and getting ready to go now, they’ve had their fun. Even if it was just them competing with each other to see who the faster swimmer was.
Jon looked over at Damian, who’s hair was now soaked and framing his face, “Wow. I never realized how long your hair actually was.”
The boy noticed it was fallen as well, so he swiped it back the best he could,
“Heh. Well it doesn’t have any product in it anymore now. Just salt.” A lock of hair fell into his face and Jon quickly went to push it back where it was, not realizing the wide eyes Damian was giving him. When he saw his face, his expression matched with his.
“Ah. Sorry. Just. Kinda a habit…”
Damian wondered if that’s how Jon treated Jay, “Well you should lose it. It’s weird.”

Jon laughed nervously, “Haha, right. Weird.”
He quickly gathered the rest of their things and hoisted the bag up, “Oookayy, we are packed and ready to go. Lead the way Captain.” He salutes and Damian chuckles, “Alright. Let’s get walking then.” The other boy followed behind, looking at Damian’s back. It was covered by the white t-shirt, but he could see his deep tan skin peeking through. He also noticed how it started to ride up Damian’s back. There were two dimples right above his pant-line. He looked away quickly when Damian started to pull his shirt back down.
“So… what do we do now?”
Damian turned around, “I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to be looking for a new apartment, Kent?”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.” A broken chuckle came out of him.
“Guess I should just take a shower and start working on that when we get back.”

“Well. There’s a gala I have to go to tonight. When you think you’re at a good spot for searching, you could come.”
They both slide into the car after placing towels down and patting the sand off of theirselves.
“Ah, but I don’t have a suit with me right now.”
Damian put his seatbelt on and started the car up, not taking his eyes away from the windshield, “Don’t worry about that. You can borrow one of Todd’s. You’re about the same size.”
“I think his pants would be too big… his legs are huge…”
The boy slinks his eyes to look down at Jon’s thighs, “No. they’ll fit just fine.”
Jon sighs, “If you think so. Hope Jason is okay with it.”
“Oh he hates the thing. He won’t care one bit if you borrowed it.”

And to that, they drove back to the mansion.
“Alright. I’ll meet you later then Dames.”
Damian went to his own room to shower, “Yep. Get to finding that apartment then, Kent. Alfred will have the suit.”
They parted.

~~~~~~~~~

 

Jon was scrolling through information on an apartment when he heard a knock at the door, “Mr Kent, I have Master Jason’s suit for you.”
He got up and opened the door, smiling down at Alfred, “Thanks so much. I’ll give this back after tonight.” Alfred smiled, “No worries. I will be here when you are done with it.”
At that, Jon nodded and closed the door behind him, setting the bagged outfit onto his bed and thoroughly examining it up and down. “Man, this has got to be expensive as all get out.”
He carefully pulled it out of the wrappings and began to undress so he could switch attire. He held out the red vest, flipping it around to see the black velvet patterns wrapping it. “Silk to the touch. I should be careful.” He slipped it on after the white button-up shirt, and finally put on the jacket, not bothering to button it yet because he needed to put on his pants still. He pulled those up his legs and noticed they fit perfectly fine… kind of. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to tie the tie properly. His mom or dad always did this for him. He sighed and settled on asking Alfred for help, slicking his hair back after some coaxing with hair product. He was finally headed out of the bedroom when he encountered Damian on the other side of the door. “Hey.”
Jon gulped at how nice Damian was dressed, “Hey.”

The other boy looked down at his empty collar, “Couldn’t figure out the tie?” Jon rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah.” Damian held out his hand and Jon gave him the tie, letting him wrap it around his neck properly. “Do the pants fit okay?”
Jon blushed slightly, “They do… just a little tight on my butt…”
The other boy tightened the tie, “ah… I see. Maybe I could take you to get a tailored suit sometime.” He just noticed how close they were, feeling Damian’s breath on his collar bone as he focused on getting the knot just right.
“That sounds good. Maybe one that’s a little less red.” Damian chuckles, “Sure. We’ll get you a blue one.”
Jon looked at Damian’s suit to compare to his own. It was a little more simple than his. Just a black suit with a white shirt and black vest and tie, but it still made him look elegant.
“Finished.” Jon looked down at his now perfectly tied tie, “Thanks.”
“You’re like a toddler. You don’t even know how to tie your own tie.”
Jon frowned, “That’s not even fair. You grew up as a rich boy.”
Damian flicked his nose, “You should know how to tie a tie by now, Farmboy.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

Notes:

I’m honestly starting to think I’m making Damian Jon’s sugar daddy unintentionally 😂😂
Sorry about that guys. Hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 9

Notes:

This chapter is a little longer and I’m sorry for the possible emotional roller coaster it might be. 😂 please enjoy

Damian and Jon stepped out of the car and immediately there were people snapping pictures of Damian. Jon was in awe at how many people wanted a picture of his friend. “Man. Just because you’re rich, you got all these people surrounding you.”
“Yeah. Problem is, I forgot that I haven’t introduced you yet.”
Jon notices that there were people surrounding him too now and they were asking questions about who he was.
A reporter held out a mic, “What is your relationship with Damian Wayne?”
Jon started to get really nervous, usually it was him asking the questions and not the one behind the mic.
Damian looked over at him and noticed he was freaking out, so he grabbed him by the waist and slid him closer, “This is my best friend, Jonathan Kent. We went to school together when we were little.”
Collective “ooh”s took over the crowd, and Damian just rolled his eyes and kept walking with Jon in hand until they made it inside.
He looked over at Jon, “Don’t worry about them too much. There’s not that many inside as there are outside. That was the worst of it.”
Jon sighed, “They’re inside too?”
Damian chuckled and softly backhanded Jon’s chest, “Yes. I’m going to be mostly busy answering questions for these guys, but you should enjoy yourself.” He veers his head over to the champagne, “You’re twenty-one, yeah? Get yourself a drink.”
“But what about you?” Damian points over to the eagerly waiting reporters, “I can’t have alcohol, stupid. Plus they are having a seizure by just having to wait.”
Jon reluctantly goes over to the table and grabs a glass, looking over at Damian who was now surrounded by people with notebooks.
Then he notices.
After the first few questions they were asking him, he looked… uncomfortable.
Jon sipped on his drink a bit and his eyes narrowed.
“What are they asking him?”
A woman slides in next to him, grabbing a glass as well, “Whatever they were told to ask.” He turns to the woman, “Like what?”
“Oh you know, just some personal ones. Maybe about his love-life.”
She cuts a look at Jon, “Maybe about his so-called ‘best friend’ who just appeared out of nowhere.”
Jon almost spits out his drink and looks over at her, “I think I’m just gonna go check on him. Heh heh.”

Jon approached the crowd of people with hesitance, but managed to siphon his way to meet up with Damian. He finally heard what it was they were asking him, “We heard all about how you just broke up with someone. What was her name?”
Jon flinched at the obviously targeting question. He saw that Damian was definitely uncomfortable, “I’d rather not say. Her privacy is important to me.”
“Okay then. Let’s move on to a different question then.”
The boy forces a smile.
“Is it true that you began starving yourself after your terrible break-up?”
At this point, Jon was angry. What kind of person asks such insensitive questions? He decided it was time for this interview to come to a close.
He pushed through the rest of them and snatched Damian’s hand, turning to the person who was asking those vulgar questions, “I think Damian’s had enough of your harassment. We are both going somewhere else.”
He pulled Damian along with him and left everyone there in shock. They both made it to a secluded area and then he noticed Damian’s expression. He. Was. P i s s e d.
“What the FUCK Jonathan??!”
Jon’s eyes widened, astonished that Damian was getting mad at him for helping. He decided to rebuttal,
“What am I supposed to do? Sit there and just let them harass you?!”
Damian spit back,
“YES! I am the son of Bruce Wayne! They HAVE to ask questions!”
Jon was getting mad now at the clear ignorance Damian had. How could they ask those kinds of insensitive things? HOW COULD THEY?
His lips tightened into a line,
“Oh I’m fine with questions, but the questions THEY were asking you. Are fucking UNCALLED for!”
Damian has never seen Jon so enraged. He almost never curses, let alone the f-word? Never happens. He knew he was mad-mad.
“C’mon Kent.. it’s not that big of a deal. They’re just reporters.”
“No. I’M a reporter. THEY are just
a s s h o l e s. What are you supposed to do? Fucking, STAND there and look fucking pretty as they assault you with uncomfortable questions?! They asked you about whether or not you fucking STARVED yourself Damian! That is just plain shitty, and if you can’t see that, then I’ll leave.”
The man puts his head down and storms out of the gala, pushing through whatever cameras and people who wanted to ask him questions about his little stunt. Damian was still wide-eyed from their heated argument.
He stood still, realizing that Jon probably thought less of him now.
“No. That can’t happen. He’s my best friend.”
Quickly, the boy chased after him, also not caring about whatever pictures were taken. He needed Jon, and he didn’t care about anyone else in that moment.

He made it out of the door, and chased behind Jon who headed into a dark alley-way. Finally meeting up with him and grabbing him by the cuff of his suit, almost tearing it from desperation. “Wait! Jon, I-…”
Jon turned around, a look of sorrow on his face, “I’m sorry Jon, I didn’t want to make you feel that way.”
“It’s not about me Dames. It’s about you. Why did you let them do that?”
Damian looked up at his friend, “I don’t know. I just- thought it was part of my job as a Wayne.”
“Damian, I care about you. Okay? I can’t just let people talk to you like that. It… it honestly hurts, y’know?”
“I was fine.”
“No. You weren’t. I saw how uncomfortable you were from the table.”
“But that’s just how it has to be-“
“No. It’s not. That’s not the Damian I know. I know for sure that if Robin were asked those kind of questions, there would be a sword to the person’s throat. Stick up for yourself Dames. This whole ‘it’s my job’ stuff has made you soft…”
Damian chuckles, “Hah, you know what? You’re right. I wouldn’t take that.”
He looks down at his suit, “Screw all this.” the boy tears off his tie and vest, making Jon cringe at the now ruined expensive clothes.
Damian smiles up at Jon, “Let’s go get some shaved ice. This whole evening’s been a drag.”
He grabs Jon by the wrist and runs with him to the car that they came in, Alfred rolling down the window and telling them to get in quickly if they don’t want to be caught.
Damian shoves Jon in and jumps after him, slamming the door behind them and telling Alfred to go in an excited tone. Jon was in utter shock at how Damian seemed to be going batshit crazy right now. “We want shaved ice, Alfred. Could you take us there?”
“Of course, Master Damian.” He smiled and looked down at Jon, who was now underneath him from the straight up tackle he endured. “Are you okay? You’re face is almost completely red.” He laughs, “Did the running make you tired, Farmboy?”
Jon looked up at his friend’s smiling face, the green in his eyes almost completely covered by his squinting eyelids. He noticed that he was starting to freak out and shoved Damian off of him before he found something else off in another place. “Yeah. Sure. The blood just rushed to my head from you attacking me.”
They both shuffled into the seats and put there seatbelts on before Alfred could scold them.
They finally got dropped off at the shop and went in to order their flavored treat.
Alfred drove off and told Damian to call him when they were finished.

They both got done ordering and finally had their snow-cones. Jon looked over at Damian’s green cup, “What flavor is that?”
Damian had the spoon in his mouth, “Oh. It’s mint.”
Jon scrunched his nose up in disgust, “Ew. That’s an actual flavor of snow-cone??”
“Yes. It’s good. What? You and your basic strawberry flavor can’t say anything to me.”
“Yeah, and my strawberry is throwing up at your mint. It’s like you want to eat toothpaste as a dessert.”
Damian scoffed, “It’s good though. Try it.” He shoved his spoon into Jon’s mouth without thinking about it. After all, he always shared with his siblings when they wanted a bite.
Jon’s face was now burning up, his tongue not being able to even comprehend the minty flavor over how flustered he was . He swallowed, “Dami, please. Don’t just shove your spoon into my mouth.”
Damian raised a brow, “There’s nothing wrong with sharing my shaved ice, Kent.”
Jon frowned, “okay, so how about I do the same to you, huh?”
He scooped his ice and put it into Damian’s mouth. The other boy sputtered and spit the spoon out. “Okay, yes. I see your point.”
They both giggled at that. Damian looked off at the city lights, “I wonder how they found out I had a girlfriend in the first place.”
Jon huffed, “you know us reporters. We know everything.”
The boy looked back over at his friend and raised a brow, “you didn’t tell anyone did you?”
“Hell no. Trust me Dami, when you said you wanted to keep your relationship a secret my lips were sealed.”
Damian sighed, “Then how did they find out?”
Jon shrugged, “Maybe one of your siblings blabbed.”
“Tch. I don’t doubt it. Cass always had a thing for gossip.”
Jon laughed, “Well there you have it. Your sister’s a filthy traitor.”
Damian laughed too. The other man shook his head, “I’m kinda feelin’ up for some drinking. Might as well keep it up after having some champagne.”
The other boy gave him an unimpressed look.
“What? Nothing wrong with getting a little tipsy. Here, I’ll go buy some beer from that store over there.” He points to the corner shop that was still illuminated at this time.
“And I’ll let you have one too. How about it?”
Damian scoffed, “As if I’d drink something so disgusting. It’s literally just piss-water in a can.”
Jon stood up and chuckled, “Well I’m gonna go buy some ‘piss-water’, and you can maybe give it a second chance.”
“Tch. Do what you want.” And Jon began his walk to the store.

Chapter 10

Jon came back with a pack of beer and pulled one out of the box for himself. He sat the box down and plopped next to Damian, shuffling to grab another. He finally retrieved it and held it against Damian’s neck. The boy flinched and cursed in his language, “Jesus, Kent! That’s cold!”
Jon smiled at him, “Just take it.”
Damian gave him a side eye and snatched the can from his hand, “Fine, but only because you are forcing me.”
Jon held his hands up, “I’m not forcing anything.”
“Yeah right.” Damian opens the can and takes a sip, immediately opening his mouth for it to flow back out, “fucking disgusting.”
The other boy laughed and shook his head, “Guess I’ll be drinking by myself then.”
Damian scoffed, “Yeah, you do that. And when I have to carry you because you’re too drunk I’m going to just leave you here.”
Jon opened his first can, “Aw. C’mon Dames. Don’t be like that. I won’t be able to fly back to your place if you leave me~.”
“Like I give a shit. For all I care you’ll be just fine sleeping on this sidewalk.”
Jon pouts, “That’s harsh.”
“Then don’t drink yourself into oblivion.”
“I won’t.” He points his thumb to his chest proudly, “I’m part Kryptonion, remember?”
Damian shakes his head, “Doesn’t mean your human half can’t get wasted, dumbass.”
The other man laughs, “Oh yeah. Trust me, just a couple cans of beer isn’t enough to get me completely wasted. Should’ve seen me one time though. Heh.. ahhh it was really dumb.”
Damian looks over at him, “I’m intrigued.”
Jon leans down onto his hand, resting his elbow onto his knee.
“Well… I was with Jay and I, you know, had a little too much to drink. This of course was maybe a few weeks after my twenty-first birthday, so I was still riled up about getting to party hard.”
Damian continued to listen intently, making Jon a little embarrassed by the story he was telling.
“I just, well… Kinda got a bit too friendly with the people around me and ended up face planting onto the floor after someone dodged me.”
The boy started chuckling, “Wow. What a charmer. I bet there’s pictures.”
Jon smiled, “Oh yeah, lots of pictures.” He shuffled to grab his phone out of the suit pocket, “Here.”
He gave the phone to Damian, showing him photos of what seemed to be a completely shit-faced Jon Kent with his cheek smashed into the floor. Metallic streamers were all in his hair and the pink and blue lighting from the club only made him look more ridiculous.
He scrolled some more and saw a selfie of him and Jay.
The pink-haired man looked so pretty, smiling at the camera as what seemed to be him carrying his drunk boyfriend out of the club.
“Must’ve been nice.”
Jon gives him a puzzled look, then notices the picture he was looking at. He grabbed his phone back and quickly shoved it back in his pocket.
He sighed, looking at Damian with remorse. He thought that it was because that was back when he was still together with Raven.
“I mean… I guess it was. I can’t really remember all that much from that night. It’s all just a fast paced blur to me. That story I just told you was what Jay said to me the next morning.
“I see.”
~~~~~~~
The two of them went on with random conversation as Jon kept drinking more and more cans. Eventually, Damian said that he was ready to head back and called Alfred.
He looked over at Jon, who didn’t seem to be all there anymore, “You drank too much, didn’t you?”
Jon smiled, not being able to hold eye contact as his eyes kept shifting over to the side, “Nah. I’m fine.”
He shuffled to stand back up, but gravity seemed to be a lot heavier than usual. He sighed, “Okay. Maybe a little bit more tipsy than originally planned. Kinda wanted to get the edge off from tonight’s fiasco.”
The car pulled up and Damian rolled his eyes. He’s dealt with plenty of his drunk older brothers in the past. This should be nothing.
He slid his hand under Jon’s left arm and hoisted him back up, “You’re lucky I’m not just leaving you like I said earlier.”
Jon pats Damian’s face, his leaning almost toppling the both of them over, “Aw. You do love me after-all.”
Damian cut him an angry look, “Touch my face again, and I’m dropping you.”
He plops Jon into the car, “Are you able to put your seatbelt on?”
Jon fumbles around with the belt and manages to buckle it. He smiles up at Damian, “I’m not that drunk Dami. Just need a little help staying balanced is all.”
Damian huffs and gets in the car on the other side, telling Alfred that he can leave now.
Alfred looks in the back of the car at Jon, “Had a little too much to drink Mr Kent?”
Jon meets with Alfred’s eyes as best he can, “Yeah. This night’s been kinda rough. Thought I’d soften up a bit.”
Alfred turns back around and begins driving, “Understandable, but please refrain from vomiting in the car. I will have a tough time getting in all the crevices to clean up.”

“Yes sir.”

Chapter 11

Notes:

This isn’t necessarily smut, but I’m putting the warning here for people who get uncomfortable with sexual things

They made it back to the house without any problems, and Jon had sobered the tiniest bit. Just enough for him to walk on his own.
Damian walked beside him though so he could make sure he wouldn’t fall and also to help with his suit.
They both entered the bedroom and that was when Damian began carefully taking the suit off of Jon. First the jacket, then the tie-
“You looked really pretty tonight Dami.”
The boy looked away from his task and up at Jon with shock, “What?”
The other boy leaned in closer, “I said you looked pretty. All dressed up like that.”
Damian clicked his tongue, shooting his eyes back down to what he was doing. Trying his best to only focus on each individual button to Jon’s shirt, rather than the skin underneath it.
“I usually dress nice, idiot. You’re the one who should be receiving compliments. I’m sure you haven’t even touched a suit for a long time.”
“Che. I’ve been in a suit recently!”
Damian looks back up at the man, not impressed, “This time doesn’t count.”
Jon pouts at that, but quickly recovers after Damian finishes unbuttoning the last button.
“You know, I could’ve just done that myself.”
“Don’t kid yourself, Kent. Who knows if you can control your super strength right now.”
“I so can!”
The boy once again gives an unimpressed look. He holds up his wrist, “Then grab my wrist without hurting me.”
Jon hesitantly grabs Damian’s wrist, only squeezing a little too hard. The other man raises an eyebrow, still unimpressed.
“Fine. I trust you can control yourself. Take the rest of your suit off yourself.”
He goes to walk out the door, but Jon didn’t want him to leave quite yet.
He pushed him up onto the wall, “Wait. I don’t want you to go yet.”
Damian’s eyes went wide, “Get off of me, Jon.”
His eyes flitted between looking at Jon’s face and his now revealed torso pushing up against him.
The other man grinned, “Let’s just have some fun~.”
“Jon..what’re you..?” Damian winces as the other man kisses his neck, breathing him in like his scent is the last bit of air. His body was almost completely smashed into the wall as Jon goes at him like a mad dog, claiming whatever piece of skin he can find as his own. Piercing blue eyes look up into Damian’s, making his heart race faster than it has in a while. His chest heaving as Jon’s hand makes its way down to his belt. He gasps and grabs onto the man’s hand before it can even unclasp the buckle. “Wait… I…” His head turns to the side and Jon huffs, “What’s wrong? You don’t want this?”
Damian bites his lip, “We can’t do this sort of thing… you’re not fully aware of what you’re even doing.” The boy’s face drops, “What do you mean Dames? I’m totally fine! C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
Damian shamefully covers his face with the back of his hand, trying to block the vision of the other from his red face. This was never something he thought would happen between him and his best friend… this was wrong and he knew it.
He shook his head. “Stop this while you’re ahead, Kent. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”
Jon swept his hair back, making Damian devastatingly flustered.
“I won’t. And you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you?” He suddenly grabs at Damian’s crotch, making him jolt and belt out a noise unfamiliar to Jon’s ears.
“See? You’re already hard and making these noises.”
The boy’s head snaps right back into place to look at Jon, his face glowing an even brighter red, he was mortified, “You. Fucking. P E R V E R T!”
The other boy laughs, “ahh, but you like this pervert, don’t you?” He caresses that same spot and Damian grimaces, sucking air in through his teeth, “I’m not saying anything that’s going to egg you on.”
Jon perks up, “Oh crap. You just implied that you liked me!”
“I’m just trying to get you off of me. I didn’t specifically say I like you.”
“Gasp! You did it again!! Holy cow I must be dreaming! I’ve got Damian Wayne pinned to a wall AND he’s saying he likes me??”
“You’re such a fucking piece of shit.”
Jon snickers, teetering a bit off balance, but managing to keep himself in place. “Ooh. Talk dirty to me more. Next thing you know you’ll be calling me Daddy~”
Damian rolls his eyes at the drunk man, “In your dreams, Farmboy.”
The man smirks, moving closer to Damian’s lips, “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that~”
He then shoves his knee in between Damian’s legs, grinding it onto his growing erection. The man moans out and Jon takes that opportunity to dive into a kiss. Damian’s eyes went wide.

This can’t be happening right now. No. Not with Jon. He can’t. He’s kissing his best friend.

Jon to pinned him by the wrists next to the sides of his head. He was all in, not giving Damian a single time to try and escape.
“Oh wow. You really like this don’t you? Never thought the notorious Robin would like getting molested on a wall.”
Damian yanks him away by the back of the collar on his shirt.
“Tch, shut up. You’re making yourself think I like this.”
Jon almost leans into the hand that had him in a grip, exposing his neck.
“You sure about that? You seem pretty needy down there. You don’t want more attention to that place?”
Damian scowled, “Now you’re pushing it, Kent.”
Jon reached around and snatched Damian’s hand off of him, letting go only after slamming it back onto the wall.
“Mmm, but who’s the one in the compromising position?” He slides his tongue up Damian’s neck, making him shudder.
“AHN~! Stop! I’m gonna… go crazy.”
Jon smirks, “Then go crazy, little birdie~”
Damian sighs, not wanting to continue this torture, “Jon… you’re drunk. This isn’t right. Let’s stop…”
He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he found that Jon had dozed off, his back sliding down the wall slowly as the man’s grip on him loosens. He looked down at his involuntary erection now, “Great. I have to carry a fucking drunk idiot to his bed and take care of this… nuisance.”
He drags the unconscious man by his ankles, not caring about the rug burn it’s probably giving him. He rolled Jon all the way up onto the mattress. Then proceeded to take the rest of the suit off and put it in its bags. Then he dressed him again in pajamas from the closet.
Then he brushes himself off and pulls down his shirt, which was pushed up by the other just a few moments ago. He looks down at the man’s sleeping face, “You’re such a fucking idiot.”
He then walks out the door, buckling his pants too then heading back to his own room, “I guess I am too then for letting him do it.”
Damian just decides to neglect his needy condition and just lay down. Even his hair showed that he was just ravaged. He sighed, “I’ll call Grayson tomorrow so he can help me figure out this clusterfuck.”

Notes:

Yes I’ve posted again on the same day. Sue me. Oh and prepare for more torture because why not

Chapter 12

Notes:

I’m trying to update as much as possible before the apocalypse happens, so enjoy~

The phone rang as Damian held it up, looking at all the markings that Jon gave him. He frowned, deciding to cover them up subtly by putting his blanket up to his chin before Dick picked up the phone.
An older man picked up the phone, “Hey Damian, what’s up?”
The boy sighs, “I’m requesting advice.”
Dick raises a brow, “You? Asking me for advice? No way you’re Damian. What have you done with my little brother?”
“Haha. Very funny. Now listen up Grayson. I have a real problem here.”
Dick leaned back onto his couch,
“Shoot then.”
He would’ve started to say it, but that’s when the blanket slid down, revealing his neck.
Immediately, his older brother’s face went from nonchalant to-
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT DAMIAN! YOU’VE GOT HICKEYS?!”
Damian tries to cover them back up, but to no avail.
“KORY! GET OVER HERE! DAMIAN’S GOT LOVE BITES ALL OVER HIM!”
A tall woman with fiery red hair and a very pregnant belly appears in the background, approaching as fast as she could with her penguin walk. She lays a hand on Dick’s shoulder and slumps down, looking closer at the screen to scan Damian’s neck.
Her eyes went wide, “OH. MY. GOODNESS! They’re everywhere!”
She looks into Damian’s eyes, “What did you do?!”
Damian’s expression falls into a frown, “There goes any chance of a calm conversation. I knew should’ve just used the regular audio call.” Dick wraps his arm around his wife after she sits down next to him. His eyes go even wider after a realization, “Oh my god! You fucked Jon!”
Damian’s face began to turn bright red, he scowled, “NO!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “He just was drunk and did things he wasn’t supposed to.”
A look of concern spread on Dick’s face, “Do I need to come back over there?”
“No. It’s nothing like that… I… let him…”
The man wore another question on his face, “Why? Aren’t you friends?”
“That’s the thing I was trying to get at before you and Kory decided to freak out.”
He looks away from the screen, “I don’t know why… I need you’re help figuring this out.”
Dick sighed, “Damian. Look. Let me tell you something.”
The boy looked back at the screen.
“When Kory and I first met, we didn’t necessarily think anything more of our relationship other than being just friends. I mean- even after the woman literally kissed me as the first thing she did on this planet, I thought nothing of it.”
Kory smiled and leaned closer to her husband.
“But eventually, I realized that I liked her more than a friend. Even if that took me more than half a decade and dating a couple other people.”
Damian huffed at all this sappy crap coming out of his brother’s mouth. “Get to the point Grayson.”
Dick smiled, “My point is, Damian, that you might like Jon more than what you’re telling yourself… and.. maybe, Jon likes you too. I mean- why else would he do ‘that’ to you unless he was trying to give you a big ass hint.”
Damian was bewildered.
Jon? Giving him h i n t s?
Just the thought of anyone trying to court him made his skin crawl, but somehow he was okay with it if it was Jon.
His ear perked at the sound of pounding feet down the hall,
“Gotta go. Goodbye Grayson.” He looks over to the woman, “Goodbye Kory… and… thanks.”
Kory smiled, “You be careful now, Damian.”
He quickly hung up before the other person slammed through the door,
“DAMIAN IM SO SORRY!”
Jon rushed in and grabbed the boy from under his arms, lifting him like he was a rag-doll. He noticed the purple hickeys all over his friend’s neck and panicked.
Damian sighed, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t pick me up like I weigh nothing to you.”
Jon cocked his head to the side, “But you really don’t weigh that much to me.”
He drops the boy and slaps his hands onto his own cheeks, “AGH! That’s besides the point! Dami! I’m SO sorry for forcing myself onto you! I get like that when I’m intoxicated, so I didn’t really mean it!”
The other man looked up at his friend, almost frozen.

Right… he didn’t really mean it. There’s nothing to worry about.

A ping on both of their phones caught their attention. Damian picked it up to see a message banner from the news,
New Gotham Gossip:
“Damian Wayne and New Secret Lover?”
He blushed, “Fuck me. Now we’re on the news.”
Jon went wide-eyed now and checked his own phone. He clicked the link and saw photos of the two of them last night at the gala. The one that was the biggest was the one where he was dragging Damian away from the crowd of reporters.
He read the first few lines of the article, “Damian Wayne and his supposed ‘Best Friend’ ditch the gala for something more scandalous.”
His face drops and he puts the phone back in his pajama pocket.
He was beyond flustered, “Ahhhh crap. Dami! We can’t be shown like this on the news! It’ll ruin your image!”
Damian sighs, “It’s already set in stone on the Internet, Kent. There’s no taking it back unless I hold a press conference proving them wrong.”
“Then you have to do that Dames!”
“Is it really that bad?”
“Yes! You’re reputation is gonna become bad if you don’t fix this.”
The boy scoffs, “At this point, I don’t care anymore. Let them be stupid. It’ll die down anyways after a couple weeks.”
“But-“
“But what? You got a problem with being seen as my lover, Hayseed?”
Jon looks around the room nervously, “Actually. No. I’m worried that people will start to harass you. You literally just came out as bisexual according to the public.”

Damian was dumbfounded, Jon would be okay with being seen as my lover?

The other man’s eyes widen in realization, “Oh my god! There’s gonna be nothing but ‘Damian Wayne Comes Out of the Closet’ articles everywhere!”
Damian shakes his head to snap out of his intrusive thoughts and begins walking out the door, “Whatever. I don’t care.”
However, he runs into his dad by accident.
“Father.”
“Damian. A word.”
He looks over at Jon, “In private.”
Damian huffs and follows his father into a secluded room.
They both sit down at the table.
Bruce slides a laptop over to Damian, showing him the growing database of articles about what happened with him and Jon last night.
“Care to explain.”
“It was nothing. The reporters are just screwing up what really happened.” He rolls his eyes, “As per usual.”
“I will be settling this rumor myself then. As for Jon, he will be staying at one of our safe houses so he can find an apartment. He can’t stay here anymore until this predicament washes over.”
“Father, no! I can handle it!”

“Enough, Damian! I will not have my son be caught in a scandal at eighteen goddamn years old.” He gives Damian a stern look,
“That’s final.”
The boy scowls at his father, angrily leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
Alfred was waiting, a look of sympathy covering his face, “Mr Kent will only have to go away for a few days Master Damian. He will come back as soon as your father takes care of the issue.”
Damian grunts, “He would’ve already found an apartment by then. There’d be no point.”
The boy makes his way back to his room where he left Jon, sighing in frustration,
“You have to go to one of our safe houses.”
Jon’s expression was already solemn, “I know. I heard.”
“How-?”
He points to his ear, “Super-hearing. I know you know this.” He sighs, “I’ll start packing.”
Damian rushes to grab Jon’s hand and he holds it up to his chest, making the other blush, “I’m sorry this is happening.”
Jon smiles timidly, “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. If I hadn’t dragged you away things wouldn’t be like this.”
The boy grimaces, “If you hadn’t dragged me away, I would’ve probably ended up breaking down and then causing a whole new problem.”
At this point, Jon pulls his hand away, “Why are you forgiving me Dames? I literally manhandled you last night. That doesn’t bother you?”
Damian looks away, “No. It doesn’t. And it shouldn’t bother you either.”
Then he just walks out the door.

Chapter 13

Damian was so mad at his father. He could handle this on his own! He didn’t need a stupid dad to take over and make his friend go away.
Jon hadn’t even stayed a week and he was already being kicked out. It was ridiculous.
He pulled his phone out and scrolled through all of his notifications about him and Jon last night.
“This whole situation is ridiculous.”
He turned around to go back to his room and talk to Jon, but he wasn’t there anymore. He decided that he was just going to change into some regular clothes.
He took his shirt off as he walked to his closet to pick an outfit. That is when he heard his door open. He freaked out and quickly grabbed his shirt to at least cover himself a little bit.
“Hey I think I might’ve dropped my phone in here.”
Jon looked at Damian’s now exposed and scarred torso, the boy clenching his pajama shirt to his chest like it was his life support and blushing redder than a tomato.
The other man flipped around immediately and closed the door behind him,
“Sorry…”
Damian shuffled to grab a simple turtleneck and slipped it on, “It’s okay… you can come in now.”
Jon hesitantly opens the door again and rubs the back of his neck, “Didn’t think you’d be changing right now.”
“You really are stupid. You think I wouldn’t be changing out of my pajamas in the morning?” He notices the phone on the floor and bends over to pick it up.
The phone is placed onto Jon’s chest, “Here. Take your phone and start packing.”
“I feel like all I’ve done is pack these past couple weeks.”
“Well you’re going to have to just do it again. My asshole of a father won’t let you stay.”
Jon sighed, “He’s just trying to be a good father.”
Damian cuts his eyes at his friend, “Well it’s not working.”

After another moment of odd shuffling around and awkward silence, Jon went to walk out the door. However, he turned back around to say something,

“Dami. About… last night.”
“Yes I know. You didn’t mean it, now please go do what you need to.”
Jon shuffled his hair out of frustration, “No. it’s not that.”
“What is it then?”
The boy looked to the side,
“I really do think you looked pretty.”
Damian’s eyes went wide and he blushed, but instead of saying thank you, he shoved Jon out of the room, “Get out and get packing before I beat the shit out of you, Kent.”
This made Jon pout and begrudgingly walk back to the guest room to pack his things.
~~~~~
Damian finally managed to put his full outfit together and walked out of his door, heading straight towards the library when his father stopped him in his tracks once again.
“What now? Are you gonna say I can’t go outside the manor now like you did when I first came here?”
Bruce took his son by the head and tilted him around to throughly examine his neck.
“Tch. They’re covered by the shirt, Father.”
The man huffed through his nose and retrieved a tan concealer from his pocket, handing it to the other, “You may be wearing clothes to cover them, but I can still see some peaking from the edges. Cover them.”

Damian snatches the concealer out of his father’s hand and turns away, giving him the side eye when he begins walking.
He knows his father is just concerned for him. He doesn’t want his son to succumb to false media rumors, but it just makes him seem like an overprotective dad.
He goes to retrieve the book he last left off on and shoves the tube of makeup into his pant pocket. He sits down on his favorite chair and sighs extra loud as a form of decompression, opening the book on the bookmarked page and beginning his reading once again. Honestly, he doesn’t understand why he doesn’t just stay in the library. It’s quiet and there’s no one to cause commotion like false rumors.
He was reading for a good amount of time when he hears the front door open and Jon saying goodbye to Alfred. He decides that he didn’t want to get up to say goodbye as well, so he kept reading.
Reading his problems away, for the rest of the day… and not bothering to eat.

Notes:

Yet another short chapter :(
Don’t worry though, the next one will be much more exciting and I believe will be longer.

Chapter 14

Damian spent the next day just reading as well, that is until he got a text from a person he hadn’t talked to in a while…

“Hey Robin~”

The boy typed out a monotone response,
“What inclined you to text me after all this time?”

“Just wanted to catch up is all. You wanna hang out? 😝”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, totally expecting that she was planning something,

“Fine, but you try anything funny and I’ll leave immediately.”

“Sounds good to me 😗🖤🖤~Dasvidaniya my love~”

“Goodbye, Flatline.”

He practically dropped the phone out of his hand onto the side table and headed to the shower.
~~~~~~~
Damian walked up to the outdoor café, finding a woman dressed in an all black backless dress and spiked jewelry to go with it.
What is with him and always finding goth women? The thought of his mother popped up in his mind.
He shook his head and stepped up to the table, noticing that her dress also had a V that dipped to show her navel piercing. The boy sat down with a huff and adjusted his tie.
“You’re dressed nice today.”
Her black lips curled into a smile, “A girl has to dress her best when trying to appeal to a rich boy.”
He huffs at that.
“So, what have you been up to little birdie?”
Damian leans forward,
“Enough small-talk. Why did you invite me here?”
The girl lowers her eyelids and smirks,
“I’ve seen the news.”
At that, he crosses his arms and huffs
“Of course you have. What of it?”
She twiddles around with the holes in the table, “Well. I know you and I’m pretty sure those articles are false. I’ve come up with a solution.”
“Explain.”
She looks up at him, the radiant magenta almost stifling his confidence.
“First, you should explain your situation.”

Damian shifts his position, “Jon has been staying at my place because his boyfriend broke up with him two weeks ago.”
The girl leans on her hand, “Ooh~ how scandalous~.”
He cuts a look at her.
“My bad. Continue your story.”
The boy rolls his eyes, “So anyways, because of the false rumors going around, my father has decided that he can no longer stay at our house.”
She lights up, “Perfect! So now here’s my solution.”
Damian raises a brow and she smiles,
“Pretend to date me.”

What she said baffled him,
“Look, Flatline. We may have fooled around once or twice back when we were a team, but that doesn’t mean you can just randomly appear back in my life and say you want to be my fake girlfriend.”
She frowns,
“You don’t get it, stupid… we distract the public with our fake relationship, Daddy Dearest doesn’t have to go to a press conference, and your little boy-toy can come back to your house and play~”
“That’s outrageous and idiotic.”
The girl tilts her head to the side and smiles, “Buuut. It’ll work~”
Damian considers his options before sighing and just accepting it.
“Fine, but how do we show everyone that we’re dati-“
Flatline snatches Damian and pulls him towards her, giving him a big and long smooch.
Immediately, people pull their phones out and start taking pictures.
She releases Damian and his lips now have a black stain. His face slowly turning to a flustered scowl.
He goes to protest, but is interrupted.
“Ah ah ah—. Before you start complaining~”
She subtly points to the paparazzi now surrounding them and taking pictures.
Damian slumps into his chair and mumbles,
“Crazy bitch.”
She then cheerfully bounces up from her chair and grabs Damian’s hand, skipping away with him as he covers his face in shame.

Flatline turns his way when they make it to his car, “So. Where to next?”
Damian’s mouth is a thin line at this point, “Straight to hell.”
She giggles,
“Ooh~ kinky.”
He sighs and opens the car door for her,
“I’m driving you back to where you came from.”
She gets in, “You know, you can’t do that cause we have to convince people we’re dating and not just a fling.”

“I’d rather have a playboy reputation than pretend to date you. Besides, I don’t know how Jon will rea-“
Flatline’s eyes go wide, “Oh-em-gee. Wait. He isn’t just a boy-toy?”

Damian blushes and scowls at her, “He isn’t a ‘boy-toy’! I’ve literally known him longer than you! And he’s my best friend!”
Flatline smirks at that, “Oh so then you’re in love with him.”
His eyes go wide and face goes darker, “NO!”
She leans back in the seat, “So you’re worried about him losing interest in you if you start ‘dating’ me?”

Damian’s eyelids lower, his face showing no emotion except disappointment at her.
He slams the door and gets in the driver’s seat. “No. He’s just a friend. I don’t care what he thinks of me romantically.”
She leans in and pokes his nose, “Aww. He’s in denial~. That’s so cute~”
He frowns and smacks her hand away, “What have I said about touching my face?”

“Don’t.”
“Exactly. So stay on your side of the car please.”
Flatline slouches back and crosses her arms, “Killjoy.”
“Don’t care.”

A decent amount of drive later and Damian asks the question that has been lingering in the space for a while now,
“How are we going to convincingly ‘break up’?”
Flatline looks out the window, “We don’t. As long as you seem ‘straight as a board’ to the public, no mass media is going to cover your ‘coming out’ story.”
She swings her head back around to glare at Damian, “But knowing YOUR gay ass that isn’t going to happen.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel, “I’m not gay.”
She deadpans, “Yeah, and you don’t pity-fuck slash date women.” The sarcasm oozing out of her tone is almost palpable.
“God, it’s like you’re TRYING to overcompensate. Just admit you like men dude.”
“I won’t because I don’t prefer men.”
She rolls her eyes, “And you’re STILL in denial. Going as far as to lie to yourself.”
“I’m not lying to myself.”
Damian decides to change the topic, “Where are you staying? I know you didn’t just come here without having a place to stay.”

She huffs, “I booked a hotel. It’s down the street here.” She points at the corner of the road, and Damian pulls up to it.
“By the way. I don’t normally have that much paparazzi surrounding me in public. What did you do?”
She closes her eyes, “Oh nothing really, just shouted at the top of my lungs that I was waiting for my date, Damian Wayne.”
He stops the vehicle immediately.
Then gets out of the car and, to be as gentlemanly as possible, opens the door for the girl,
“Do kindly get the fuck out of my car.”
She laughs as he lets her use his arm as a balance to get out.
She smiles and pokes his nose again, her face scrunching as she giggles, “I’ll keep in touch, little birdie~.”
He gently grabs the offending hand that touched his face. Again. And gives it a strong squeeze to indicate that he was not very happy. Flatline clearly didn’t get the memo cause she pat his head and went to go into her hotel, “You’re such a cranky little troll.”
“Goodbye.”
“Bye Birdie~”

Chapter 15

Damian decides that he might as well go visit Jon at the safe house while he’s out, so he gets back in the car and heads there.
He finally gets to his destination and pulls into the driveway, sliding out of the car and adjusting his tie.
While he walks to the door, he hears a commotion inside, making him rush to go see what was going on.
He quickly whips the door open, but is met with a phone flying past his face. He freezes as a very angry looking Jon comes at him.
“WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?”
Damian takes a defensive stance in case Jon decides he wants to get physical,
“What are you talking about?”
“The girl, Damian! Clearly you know her cause you’re both KISSING at the café!”
“How did you even know it was me at the door?”
“I can hear your heartbeat from miles away Damian! Not that hard to figure out!”
The boy shakes his head, “She’s a friend I knew back when you were away.”
Jon scowls and approaches Damian, “Oh so you’re just gonna go date this girl?!”
“If you let me explain I-“
The other man snatches him by the shirt and slams him onto the wall, “You. Kissed. Her.”
Damian sneered at his friend, now getting heated from this misunderstanding
“What does it matter?! I’m allowed to kiss people!”
A tint of red flared in Jon’s eyes, “No you’re NOT!”
The boy was starting to think his friend was mistaking him for someone else. Of course Jon would be angry that he was going around kissing random people, but he would never be this mad. He grits his teeth and his brows furrow,
“I’m not Jay, Jonathan!”
Jon immediately spit back
“You don’t think I know that Damian?! I’m out on my ass because I kept having to remind myself that Jay wasn’t YOU!”

Both of them stop where they were. Jon had once again over-spoken. His grip on him loosened and both their mouths were agape.

“What?”
The other man’s eyes go wide, “I…”
Damian thinks back to all the things that happened between them during this week.
His face goes red and his eyes widen,
“You like me.”
Jon’s cheeks start glowing too and he drops the boy from his death grip.
His eyes shift to the floor, as his embarrassment from the sudden realization makes his already fleeting ability to look at his best friend considerably impaired. “All this crazy shit that’s happening.” His glance is only able to meet Jon’s eyes once or twice now, “Is because you like me.”

Jon’s lip quivers
“No… wait. It isn’t supposed to be like this.”
He balls his hands into fists.
After hearing that, Damian musters up his confidence to look at him, noticing that those same eyes were now tearing up.
“Jon?”
Blue meets with green, a sense of guilt and embarrassment flooding his eyes.
“I wanted to make it special… telling you.”
Damian’s face darkens as he feels it’s becoming harder to breathe. This whole thing is overwhelming.
He starts to notice his vision is getting blurry. Was he… crying too?
The other boy’s brows furrow, “I’m such an idiot!” He then punches the wall next to Damian, leaving a hole where his fist landed, “Fucking IDIOT!”
Damian flinches as he goes to hit the wall again and again. Exasperated groans could be heard from the frustrated man.
To this, Damian decides to grab onto Jon’s wrist, stopping him from swinging again.
He swallows hard, making sure his nerves were settled back down before he spoke. However, his voice still cracked in the middle of his sentence, “You’re not an idiot Jonathan.”
Jon’s face softens as the boy’s shaky hand goes to wipe the tears away from his face.
“You were never an idiot, so don’t ever say that to yourself.”
He took in a deep breath and calmed himself for what he was about to say,
“I like you too.”
The other boy looked shocked,
“What about that girl?”
Damian clicks his tongue, “We’re ‘fake-dating’ to get the media off my ass.”
He tries to lighten the mood by smiling, “She could never compare to Superboy, by the way.”
Almost like he was a puppy copying his master, Jon’s face brightens as well, “Really?”
The boy places his other hand on Jon’s cheek, “Yes.”
Jon smiles wider and scoops Damian up into a big hug, making the other man huff and try to lean away. He squeezes him closer anyways, which is to Damian’s demise.
“You hug me any harder and I’m going to stab you with my kryptonite batarang.”
Jon pulls him back a little to look into his eyes, “You have one of those?!”
Damian deadpans,
“Of course I do, Hayseed. What else am I supposed to kill you with?”
The man pouts, “Why would you want to kill your best friend?!”
He facepalms, “Because, genius. If you go bad, who’s gonna stop you?”
Jon tilts his head, “My dad?”
“No. He’d probably join you like the sap he is.”

They both shift there gaze to look at the now crumbling hole in the wall. Jon cringes, “Sorry about that.”
“Not a problem I can’t fix.”
Damian looks back at his friend, who is the same person who just confessed his love by yelling at him. He thinks of what his older brother told him.
He smiles, “I like you.”
Jon’s eyes dart back to him, “You just said that a minute ago.”
“What? I can’t say it again?” The man blushes. The frames of his glasses making the red stand out on his already pale face.
“You can…”
Damian starts to realize that Jon is still holding him, “Uh. Can you let go now?”
Jon startles, “Oh yeah. Right.” His eyes move to look at the black stain on the other boy’s lips. He puts the man down only to grab his face and pull it towards him. Gently wiping the pigment away with his thumb.
“Don’t kiss her anymore.”
Damian’s eyes widen, “I’ll try. I can’t predict when she’ll snatch me though.”
The brows on the other boy’s face furrow, almost in total concentration on removing all traces of the girl that still lingered on Damian. He could smell the icy breath of the man’s toothpaste. The proximity of their faces only getting closer. Damian squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to acknowledge what was happening. Then he felt warm skin touch his lips, kissing him gently as calloused hands slid into the fade of his hair, making its way up to the actual locks of it and intertwining the fingers in the individual hairs.
His eyes shot open when he began to feel a warm object slip inside, inclining him to grip onto the shirt of the man in front of him and almost tearing the fabric from holding on too tight.
He’s kissed people before, but not like this. No. This was different. It was passionate and caring. His felt his body relax into it and his head tilted back, meeting with the other to accommodate their height difference. His eyes had closed and the anxious grip he had on Jon’s shirt turned into a mere touch as his shaky hands relaxed.
By the time Jon had pulled away, Damian was out of breath. Stunned.

“Holy shit, Jon.”
The man blinks, “What?”
At that, Damian flusters
“Do you ALWAYS kiss people like that?!”
“Like what?”
It was now clear to him, Jon had more experience and he doesn’t even think about it. This eats away at Damian’s thoughts.
“Forget it.”
Jon sighs, “Don’t be like that Dami.”
One of the boy’s brows twitches as he begins to make his way to the bathroom, “I’m not being like anything.”
He looks back at Jon as he opens the bathroom door, “Give me a minute.”

Chapter 16

When he shuts the door, he falters over, seeing the navy blue bathroom rugs squishing under his shoes. He quickly goes to loosen his tie and unbuttons his shirt.
“God it’s so fucking hot.”
He bends over into the sink, fumbling with the knobs to turn the faucet on. Please. Anything. Anything that can cool down his nerves. He shoves his hands under the water and splashes his face, automatically putting a nice cold air onto his burning cheeks. He didn’t expect blushing to hurt so much. Yet here he is, keeled over on a sink just to relieve the pain.
He hears a knock, “You okay in there?”
The jacket Damian was wearing slips off when he slinks his shoulders backwards.
He huffs, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Then he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looks like a train wreck.
Hair all disheveled, his wardrobe all taken apart, and his face beet red. He notices the scars on his chest contrasting with his tan skin. Moving his hand to touch them. The raised skin felt rough under his fingertips. Damian shakes his head, “Still there.”
Just looking at them has him buttoning his shirt back up in shame.
~~~~~~

Jon is leaning against the door, trying to make sure Damian is okay, but doing so without invading his privacy. “Hey. Are you sure you’re good? I can get you something if you need.”
“I already said I’m fine, Kent. Just having a moment is all.”
That’s when Jon hears something from far away.
Screams?
His brows furrow, “Damian, there’s trouble.”
Immediately, the other man swings the door open, his expression serious. “Where?”
Jon notices the water dripping from his face, he sighs and ignores it due to the situation, “Middle of town. I can fly us there.”
Damian beelines it for his car, “Put your suit on, Kent. We’re going as soon as I get my shit together.”
“Right.”
Jon quickly changes into his costume and meets the other at his car, which has compartments pulled out with different assortments of weapons.
He looks over at Damian, who was already in his suit and just buckling on his belt.
“You just drive around with this stuff?”
The man clicks his tongue, “Not the right topic, J.” He taps a button and everything folds back into the vehicle. He lifts his arms up expectantly, “You gonna fly us there or not?”
Jon nods and grabs Damian by the waist, lifting them both in the air. The boy notices that he still had his glasses on, and slides them off to put them in his utility belt, “I’ll be keeping these for a bit”
Jon smiles, “Thanks, D.”
Almost automatically, Damian flips up onto Jon’s back. Jon sighs, “Y’know I’m not some magic carpet ride.”
The other pulls out his phone, making Jon curious, “Who’re you texting?”
“Flatline. Asking if she wants to help us.”
He frowns, “Is that the same girl you’re pretending to date?”
Damian flicks the back of Jon’s neck, “She’s useful. Don’t start acting like a fool.”
They both passed over some buildings and saw the scene below them.
There were a group of men holding civilians at gunpoint in an alleyway.
“Hostages.” He looks down at Jon, “We need to get down there as soon as possible.”
“On it.” Jon grabs onto Damian’s legs and dives in for a fast landing.
Once they reached the ground, Damian’s hair was windswept and jostled, “Wow. Thanks.” He pries himself off of the man and stands on his feet, putting a hand on the hilt of his sword.
He runs up to the scene, making the men shout, “Get any closer and we’ll shoot!”

One of the hostages was a hysterical woman, her makeup running down her face as she sobbed, “Please don’t kill me.”
Her hands clawing at the man’s arm that was holding her by the neck.
Damian grimaced, “What do you want assholes?!”

The criminal scoffed, “Money, dipshit! Or do we have to spell it out for you?”

A hand was placed on Damian’s shoulder, making him flinch. He looks over to find Jon, giving him a reassuring look as he walks in front of him, “Hey. We don’t have to do this sort of thing. If it’s money you want, we can get it for you. Just let the people go.”
The man points the gun at Jon, “What says you aren’t planning to take us down as soon as we let go?”

Damian scowls and clicks his tongue, but the other man holds him back.
“I promise. As soon as you let them go we’ll give you the money.”
Right as he finished his sentence, Flatline dropped in behind the men. She snaps one of their necks silently and he drops to the ground.
That’s when the chaos starts. One of the men go to shoot their hostage, and Jon quickly flies over to snatch the woman out of his hands.
“Robin! Now!”
Damian unsheathes his sword and slides behind one of the men, sweeping the blade to cut his Achilles’ tendons. Knocking him down and the hostage is dropped.
Then there was one hostage left, that is, until the man dropped his victim and shot at Damian.
Jon ran to protect him, getting shot instead.
Thankfully, the bullet deflected.
However, the distraction of the bullet left Damian open and another man, who appeared out of nowhere, snatched him away.
Flatline, out of trying to fight off the growing number of people attacking now, got captured as well.

Damian figured out what this was about, this wasn’t about getting money. It was about…
He goes to shout and warn Jon of the man coming up behind him with what seemed to be a kryptonite coated rope.
“look ou-!”
His mouth got covered with a cloth before he could finish, his vision blurring a bit.
Dammit! It’s covered in chloroform!

He’s forced to watch as Jon gets lassoed by the neck with the glowing restraints. Damian holds his arm out as his friend is dragged away, struggling against the offending rope.

Damian grips and pulls at the man’s arm holding him back, but his muscles were already weakened.
Why is this affecting him?! He’s literally been trained to tolerate most poisons!
The man whispers in his ear, “Oh don’t worry little bat boy, this is a special compound laced with Fear Gas.”

Scarecrow. He’s behind this. The bastard.

Just as he was beginning to black out, a bullet shoots into the man’s skull. The grip on Damian loosens as the man falls limp onto the ground.
The boy hazily grits his teeth, knowing exactly who it was, he musters out,
“God dammit Todd! Father said to stop killing people! If I’m not allowed to, then you aren’t either!”
A man in a red helmet and brown jacket dropped down from higher up, sliding his gun back in his belt, “Stupid bastard was messing with my lil bro. Can’t help it.”
The man raises a brow, “What’s the poison?”
Damian scowls, “Fear Gas.”
Jason bends down and grabs a Fear Gas antidote out of his belt, sticking it in Damian’s arm, “Dad said to come out here and help cause he knew you were doing something stupid.”
Flatline drops the now lifeless corpse out of her hands, brushing herself off and smirking, “Who’s the big man?”
Damian clicks his tongue, “My older brother. A notorious pain in the ass.”
Jason shifts his weight, putting a hand on his hip, “Like you’re any better lil shit.”
He holds his hand out to the girl, “Call me Red Hood out on the streets, yeah?”
Flatline takes his hand and shakes it,
“Nice to meet you Red.” She grips a little too hard for comfort.
He snatches his hand away, shaking it from pain, “I see you’re a feisty one.”
She smiles up at him, “Yep.”

Jason faces his little brother, “So. What’s the deal?”
Damian frowns, “They took Superboy.”
“Isn’t he like, Super or something? How’d they get a hold of him?”
The boy weakly stands and smacks his sibling on the chest, “Isn’t it obvious?! The fuckers had Kryptonite!”
The other man sighs in realization, “Ohhhh. Yeah that’ll do it.”
He pulls out one of his bigger guns from his back straps, loading it and slinging it over his shoulder, “Let’s go teach these bitches a lesson.”
Damian rolls his eyes and pulls out his communication device, “Alfred, I need my bike.”
“Already on its way sir.”
A small motorcycle pulls up next to him. He checks his device again to find where the tracking device he put on Jon was headed. He swings his legs to get on and looks behind him at Flatline, “get on.”
She happily straddles onto the bike and holds onto Damian’s waist, leaning her face onto his back.
Jason huffs, “What about me?”
“Figure it out.”
And he rides away, leaving his brother behind.
The man shakes his head and starts jogging to follow Damian
“Shit head.”

Notes:

So I wanted to show you guys some art that I made for this fanfic, but I can’t seem to figure out how to post it :/
If any of you know how to help me, please comment. I use mobile btw

Chapter 17

They all make it to the warehouse that the tracker led them to, which wasn’t that far away.
Very stupid if you ask Damian.
He turns off his motorcycle and gets off after Flatline, turning to see an out of breath Red Hood from running.
“Don’t you work out on a daily basis?”
Jason groans, “I don’t want to hear it, brat. I’m getting old.”
Damian deadpans, “Father can run the same amount and not break a sweat.”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll admit!” He takes a couple breaths before finishing his sentence, “I’ve been skipping workouts and eating more lately.”
The boy clicks his tongue, “Typical Todd. Always doing stupid shit.”
Jason scoffs, “Hey! You and your little fasting stunt had me worried about you, so I started stress-eating!”
Damian clicks his tongue, “It’s not my fault you started eating in my place.”
Jason scoffs, “I came back to the manor so you could have a brother around to talk to, but it’s seeming like I should’ve never came!”
Flatline holds her hand over her mouth, her eyes flitting back and forth between the two bickering. She decides to pull a packet of gum out of her pocket and sticks a piece in her mouth, “So uh. Are we gonna go save our little Boy Scout here or is this gonna be a family counseling session?”
Jason turns his head to look at the girl, his shoulders slumping.
“You know what? I like this girl. She’s got priorities.”
He looks back over to Damian, “So. You guys dating or…?”
The boy scowls, “No.”
Flatline smiles, “Oh no. We were just Friends with Benefits.”
Despite Jason wearing a helmet, you could almost see his eyebrows raise. Damian facepalms, “Can-it, Flatline.”
“So uh- what are you n o w?”
Flatline happily answers, “We’re a fake couple so him and Superboy can get each other off.”
At this, Jason gives himself whiplash to look back at Damian for his response.
“Shut. U P Flatline!”
“Wow. I mean-Dick told me about some of your troubles, but I never thought you swung that way little bat.”
Damian groaned and kicked open the door to the warehouse, “Can we focus please?!”
Flatline smirks and briskly follows behind him.
Immediately, there were men waiting that attacked them with full force.
Jason and Damian lean up against each other’s back in defense and take care of their own sides.
Just as they were trained, they neutralized their targets easily, leaving Flatline with her own crowd of people.
She swiftly snaps their necks or kills them in some other creative way with her Martial Arts skills.
Jason stares in awe, “Sooo. When you guys were fucking. Did she… ever peg you?”
“Let it g o Todd.”
Flatline finishes her last victim by slitting their throat and licking the blood off the corner of her mouth.
Jason crosses his arms, “Yeah she’s definitely pegged you.”
By this point, Damian had enough. He held his sword to his brother’s neck, “Mention my sex-life again and I’m ending you before you can finish your sentence.”
The girl whistles and points in the direction of an ominous pathway through the building, “I think he might be this way.”
Both boys head in that direction and she slinks behind, leaning up to Jason’s ear to whisper,
“The answer to your question is yes.”
To this, the man laughs.
Damian pulls up his tracker nonchalantly, “I can hear you, assholes.”
Jason stops suddenly, pulling his gun out and aiming to the darkness. “Shh. I hear something.”
Both of the other people gather closer, trying to look for potential danger around them.
That’s when a rope Jason stepped in tightens and snatches him by the ankle, dragging him away into the darkness.

Damian panics, “Shit shit SHIT!”
He turns to Flatline, “We need to get him!”
He goes to run after his brother, but Flatline holds him back by the shoulder.
“Stop! You can’t see in there.”
The boy grimaces, “Tch. I can see just fine!”
The girl spins him around, “No. You can’t! You don’t know if there’s more traps waiting for us in there!”
Damian curses under his breath.
They were both alone.
Flatline began searching for objects to use as decoys for possible traps, but to no avail so far.
She huffs, the silence between them almost deafening. She thinks for a second and realizes that she didn’t even want to be here. Why did she come along?
She turns to Damian,
“Why did you even call me to help?”
Damian rummages through loose items in crates and boxes, pausing only to answer her question, “You are useful and efficient.”
Flatline’s expression falls,
“Is that all I am?”
“For this mission, yes.”

She looked to the ground, thinking back to all the things they did together.
“What was I to you?”
Damian sighed, “You and me, Flatline, weren’t real. You know that. We were a great team, but we weren’t meant to be closer.”
She grits her teeth, “You know, I thought our relationship w a s real back then, but you proved me wrong by going back to your little Teen Titan friend and dating her instead.”
Damian turned to look at her, his face forming a frown, “Well she broke up with me. Do you feel happy about it?”
Flatline couldn’t handle how it felt like she was being tossed to the side. The girl clenched her fists, looking away to try and hide her tears,
“No. I don’t.”
She looks up at him, “I just wanted to help you be happy.”
Memories of those same words coming out of Raven’s mouth entered Damian’s mind.
“I…I am happy.”
Flatline shot back to look at him, scoffing at his blatant lie,
“No. You aren’t, and I think you not admitting it is what drives people away from you.”
~~~~~~
“You’ve become just like your father, Damian… it’s disgusting.”
Talia sneered her nose at her beaten down son, who was bleeding from the wounds she gave him.
“All these little emotions, and relationships, and whatever else that he has poisoned your mind with has made you weak.”
Damian coughed from choking on his own fluids, “Wait. Mom.”
“You don’t deserve to call me that. You’re not my son.”
She left him on the concrete. Alone.
~~~~~~~
Flatline raises her voice,
“All you ever did was push people away as soon as they got too close to you!”
Damian flickers back into reality.
The girl frowned, “This whole thing between us, was just so you could feel better about yourself wasn’t it?”
His eyes widened at Flatline, “No. it’s not true. You and I are good friends. I… I try to be better and—and… open up… about things.”
She calmed down, letting her fists unclench and looking down at the ground
“Well it doesn’t seem like it. Does it?”
Damian seemed desperate at this point thinking back to when Raven had left him because of this same situation. His mother. Everyone else who left him because he is incapable of keeping relationships. He knows that even all his siblings just stick around him because he’s the only biological child of the Batman.
He raises his head, trying to hold back his emotions.
“Please. Just don’t leave me.”
Flatline met with Damian’s eyes, seeing that they were glossy too.
She’d gone too far.
This was too much for him and she knew it. She went up to him and gave him a strong embrace, holding him tight so he couldn’t escape,
“I won’t leave you Damian. You’re too good of a friend for that.”
She pats his back as it tremored, “Let’s just try to find your brother and save your Superboy, yeah?”
He nods and pulls away, wiping any tears that fell off his face.

They both eventually found some items that could be used and Damian turns on his head-light so they can both see in the darkness. Of course, he has night-vision on too.
They carefully make their way through the halls and eventually find a tied up Red Hood leaned up against the wall.
He quickly goes to untie his brother, Jason thanking him briefly and then leading them over to another area, “I heard them talking over here. He’s got to be close by.”
Damian rushes over to a doorway to find a group of men having a conversation about nothing important in particular.
Typical goons.
Next to them, is an in pain Jon Kent, who is still impaired by the kryptonite-coated rope from earlier.
He pulls Jason by the collar down into a crouch with him, “Rubber bullets, Kay?”
The man grunts and swaps out his ammo, “I know you wanna kill them too, hypocrite.”
Damian sighs and then pulls Flatline down too, “No killing, got it?”
She rolls her eyes, “I’ll do what I want.”
He then scowls at both of them, “Fine. I’ll handle this shit myself.”
The boy slides into the room and then catches the men by surprise. Knocking each of them down. One of them tries to tackle him, but he easily traps his head in-between his thighs and flips him around so his head hits the ground. Another one comes up from behind and he takes the now unconscious man and throws him at the other with his legs. He curls back up and swiftly knocks the last goon out by bunting him with the hilt of his sword.
Jason whistles, “Nice job, Gay-mian.”
The boy snarls, “You don’t make fun of Drake like this!”
Jason shrugs, “That’s because he isn’t as much of a shithead like you. He’s just a cracked coffee addict.”
Damian thinks back to his theory about why his siblings stick around and Jason notices his distraught looking face.
He leans down and pats Damian’s head, “I’m just poking fun, Dami. Don’t be so tense.”
The boy quickly recovers and slaps his brother’s hand away, going over to where Jon was to cut him free.
As soon as the last thread was broken, the Super jumped up and tackled Damian, giving him a deep kiss right in the middle of the room.
The boy blushed extra hard, as this was in front of other people.
Jon pulled away and smiled, “Thank you, Damian.”
Jason chuckled, “Wow. Haven’t seen this much romance since Dick and Kory got together.”
At this, Flatline took her leave, “I’m gonna get going now. Text me if you need me.” She threw a peace-sign and jogged out of the warehouse.
The oldest man put a hand on his hip, “Oh great. Now I’m the only one who’s third-wheeling.”
Damian huffs and gets up from Jon’s grasp, calling in to the BatCave, “Alfred, please send Father to the scene. Scarecrow decided to pull some shit and I don’t feel like solving this one.”
“I will let him know right away sir.”
He turns off the screen and clicks his tongue, swiftly beginning to make his way out of the building. That is before his brother stops him by the shoulder and turns him around.
He takes his helmet off. The sweat accumulated on his hair making the locks cling to his forehead. He smiles gently, “Hey. I just wanted to remind you that you are my brother, and I love you no matter what happens. Kay?”
Damian looks into his eyes and scowled. The fucker heard him and Flatline earlier.
He snatches his shoulder away and flips back around, “Whatever.”
He begins walking again, Jon quickly following behind. He looks back, “You coming?”
Jason chuckles, “Nah. I figured I’d search this place with B-man and Timmy when they get here.”
Damian responds, “Kay.”
And just as they were about to be out of vision, he retorts again to his brother’s earlier statement,
“I love you too, Jason.”

Notes:

Sorry this took a while, I kinda lost motivation for a bit and also got busy. But hopefully you guys liked it! If so, please comment and say so! I love seeing your feedback :)

Chapter 18

Notes:

Smut warning~~~ 18+ readers only

The two boys made it out of the warehouse, and Jon bumped Damian’s shoulder, “Y’all are cute.”
Damian clicked his tongue, “Save your stupidity for someone else, Hayseed.”
He gets on his motorcycle and snaps his fingers, pointing to Jon and then to the seat behind him. The man chuckles and touches the bike, feeling the polyurethane under his finger tips and then hoisting his leg over the seat. He smiles, “You know, I could just fly us back.”
“Yeah but then I’d be leaving my bike.”
Jon snakes his hands around to lay them on Damian’s hips, “True, but your brother could take care of it.”
The boy grabs Jon’s hands and correctively places them into his belt, “Tch. Like I’d let him come near it.”
Jon leans in, his breath tickling the back of Damian’s ear, “Well. It was worth a shot.”
He flinches and whips his head around to look at the Super, “You just wanted to carry me?!”
Jon shrugs his shoulders, “Eh. Just drive Birdie.” He then slips his hands up to Damian’s waist, making the boy huff and just start the vehicle. “I tell you I love you one time and now you just want to do nothing but touch me.”
They rode off, the wind making it impossible for anymore conversation, but Jon still talked and laughed anyways.
When they arrived back at the safe house, Damian quickly pried Jon off of him and walked in through the garage. He leaned on the door frame, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Hey! Thanks for saving me Dami.”
He sighed, “It’s nothing.”
And just made his way to the bathroom.
~~~~~

Damian opened the glass door and reached in to turn the faucet. It squeaked as water started pouring out of the shower head, Damian’s sleeve getting slightly damp when he pulled it out. He scowled and just started to unbuckle his belt and remove his gear, not caring about it wrinkling on the floor.
Once the water got hot enough, the boy stepped inside. His hair and body getting soaked immediately as he tilted his head upwards into the stream.
He couldn’t help but think about the day’s events.
How he and Jon had just confessed to each other and how Jon seemed to just be totally okay with being affectionate immediately.
It was like having a pet dog as a person.
It jumping up and licking your face as soon as you walk in the door.
He also thought about how that same man had the prettiest smile.
Bright blue eyes, curly hair, perfectly cut jawline. He then started to think of how Jon’s body looked. He was Kryptonian, so the only scar he’d have would be the one on his cheek. He’d be clean. Flawless.
Damian’s eyes widened and he blushed. He rarely had these kinds of thoughts. Hell, he never even thought of anyone like that.
He looked down.
“Oh… shit.”
~~~~~

Jon had already taken off his suit and put some regular clothes back on. He touched his neck, still remembering how much it hurt to have that rope around it. He shook his head and sat down on the bed, deciding to scroll through his phone as a pastime. Then he heard that the water had stopped in Damian’s shower. He perked up, knowing that he would see him again when he was done getting dressed.
That is, until the boy came in with nothing but a robe on. His hair still wet and framing his face. Jon swallowed hard.
“Hey man.”
Damian brushed his hair back and toweled it to be as dry as possible. “Hey.”
He walked past Jon and grabbed a comb that was in one of the drawers of the vanity in the room. He sat down and started styling his hair back to how it’s supposed to be.
“There’s uh- no other place you can comb your hair, D?”
The man clicked his tongue, “This is the only room that has a vanity. Problem?”
Jon shakes his head nervously, “No-no. No problem here.” He walks up beside Damian, his eyes slowly looking down to see that the robe was slightly loose, a showing of tan skin and his chest peaked through. Then he noticed something a little pink in color. He quickly snapped his head back into front facing position.
He panicked. Shit… he just saw Damian’s nipple.
“So uh. About earlier.”
“Yes I heard you already. You’re welcome for saving you. Got it.”
He rubbed the back of his head, “That’s not what I was talking about.”
Damian set the comb down and looked up at Jon, raising an eyebrow at his flustered looking face.
“What do you mean then?”
Jon’s eyes darted around the room, trying his hardest to not look down Damian’s robe. “You know… how we both just confessed our love to each other.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“Oh.”
He turns back to combing his hair, “What? You wanna be boyfriends now or something?”
“Well… that’s kinda the point I’m getting at. I’m asking you.”

Damian stands up, looking back and forth into Jon’s eyes. “What do you think my answer is?”
“I-I don’t know. That’s why I-“
Jon is interrupted by the shorter man leaning up and kissing him, sliding his hands up his back.
By the time he pulled away, it was like Jon was under a spell. “You. You just initiated a kiss… with m e.”
Damian rolls his eyes, “Stop acting all shy. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”
The man now scowls, not appreciating how nonchalant the other was being right now.
“What’s embarrassing is how you’re dressed right now. Why did you come into my room like that? You’re indecent.”
The boy lowers his hand, “What if I told you I did it on purpose?”
Jon became bright red. “Huh?”
“You heard me.”
The man pushed him so he’d be sitting on the bed and straddled his lap.
“Why don’t you answer this. Why would I walk around with just a robe on in front of someone I just told I loved?”
Jon’s lips quivered as his eyes trailed to look down, feeling Damian’s thighs around his own. “You know that other night when you decided to do what you want? Why don’t you continue that?”
He paused, “You wanna have sex?!”
Damian’s expression was unimpressed, “You’re so dense.”
Jon started to try and push him away, “But we literally just told each other our feelings today! Don’t you wanna take things more slow?”
“We both know that you’re a pervert at heart, Farmboy. I’m just speeding it along since you’re impatient yourself. I mean we’ve known each other for so long. What’s the difference.”
Jon grabs onto Damian’s shoulders and looked right into his eyes, making him stiff up and look right back. “Look Dami. I know I’m very physically affectionate, but this is just sudden. Especially for someone who is notorious for hating even the thought of someone touching them.”

The boy frowned, “You could’ve died from that Kryptonite, Jonathan. I’m just trying to do what I think will make us both feel better.”

Jon’s eyes widened, “Well I’m fine, aren’t I?”
Damian huffs and just kisses Jon again.
This time he just starts to unbutton the other’s pants.
The man jumps and scowls, “Fine. You wanna be dumb. Be dumb. Just know you’re egging on the wrong guy.”
Jon tackles Damian onto the bed, the robe now slipping off of his shoulder. A ravenous hunger seethed out of his eyes, “I’m not holding back anymore Damian. If you don’t resist me, I’m doing what I please.”
The boy smirks, “Then do it.”
His leg slides up and onto Jon’s hip, luring him in. To that, Jon began pulling the opening to Damian’s robe wider, revealing his chest. He leaned down and kissed his collarbone. The other man winced, still a little nervous about being exposed.
“Why are you so interested in seeing me naked?”
Jon raises his head to meet with Damian’s eyes, “Because you’re beautiful. And I want to be the only person to see you like this.”
Damian blushes, “You aren’t disgusted by my scars?” The other stops in his tracks, noticing that his partner was clearly having some insecurities still.
“Of course not Dami. Those are symbols of how you protect people. Some of those you even got when you were teamed up with me.”
The other man turns his head away, a solemn expression covering his face, “Some of these… were caused by my mother.”
Jon kisses the marks on Damian’s chest, “No matter where they came from, you should never feel ashamed of your scars.”
That warmed the boy’s heart more than he could imagine. He smiled, lifting his hand to brush away the locks of hair that fell in Jon’s face, “You’re such an idiot.”
“Yeah well now I’m your idiot. And whatever I’m about to do is your fault.”
Damian just rolled his eyes in response.
Jon went to untie the robe, enjoying every inch of the honey-colored skin being exposed to his curious eyes.
“God you’re so pretty.”
Damian clicks his tongue, “Stop saying sappy shit before I change my mind.”
“It’s true though.”
“Whatever. I don’t care.” Both of them knew that he did in fact care and it was obvious he was enjoying Jon’s compliments.
The man traced his fingertips down Damian’s abdomen, making him shiver. His flesh felt like forbidden territory, and it was all to himself. “Do you know how to do this sort of thing with a guy?”
The boy huffed, “This isn’t my first time, dumbass. I’m familiar with the workings.”
“Well now I’m just jealous. Who was the lucky guy?”
“Doesn’t matter right now. I didn’t even take most of my clothes off for that person anyways.”
Jon smiled, “Oh okay. It’s all good now.”
He looked around for a bit, “Sooo. You got any stuff with you?”
Damian raised a brow, “You want to wear a fucking condom for someone who can’t get pregnant?” Jon sighed, “Yeah, well it’s a courtesy, Kay? Don’t tell me you didn’t make the other guy wear a condom.”
“It wasn’t a guy.”
Jon’s eyes went wide, “It was a strap-on?!”
Damian cut his eyes at him. “Can we stop talking about the other times I’ve eloped with someone? This is about us, not them.”
The man sighed, “Your girls were freaks Dami. I hope you know that.”
At that, Damian slapped his arm. “What did I just say?!”
“Sorry-sorry.”
He refocuses, “So… what about the other thing?”
The boy pointed to the nightstand beside them, “In there. Don’t ask why.”
And so the playboy reputation of the Wayne Family still holds. He quickly reaches over and pulls a bottle of lubricant out of the bottom drawer and pops the cap. But before he continues he looks straight into the other’s eyes, “Are you sure about this? We can stop at any time.”
Damian huffs, “Just get on with it already. I’m going to just leave if you don’t stop dawdling.”
To that, Jon swallows and carefully spreads Damian’s legs. He looked back and forth between what he was doing and into the boy’s eyes to make sure he was still okay with it. He squeezed the bottle and rubbed the substance in between his digits, giving one last look at his face before inserting his fingers in.
Jon’s eyes widened, “Oh my god.” He shakily exhaled as he felt around more inside, noticing how soft his walls were.
“Did you play with yourself in the shower, Dami?”
Damian’s face went bright red, “W-why are you asking me this?”
He quietly whimpered as Jon touched him.
“You’re just… you’re kinda soft and stretched already.”
The boy was clearly embarrassed now, “Does it matter if I touched myself? Just focus on something else.”
“Kinda hard not to… I’m literally fingering you right now.” Jon scissoring him open.
He winced, “Keep talking and I’m gonna hit you.”
Jon sighed, “You know, I never took you for a bottom from how aggressive you are.”
Damian raised a brow and smirked, “What? You want me to dominate you, Farmboy?”
The other man blushed, “I mean… it’s not off the table…”
The boy sat up, leaning in and fully wrapping his legs around the other. His teeth biting at Jon’s earlobe, “Maybe I can give it to you next time.”
The man froze at Damian’s boldness and he felt his hard-on now.
“Someone’s excited.”
He snaked his hand down to unzip Jon’s pants and curl his fingers to pull out his prize, moving his mouth onto his lips to entwine their tongues into a desperate dance. During it all, Damian had slicked his own hand up and stroked Jon’s growing erection.
Jon scowled, “Oh you little brat.” He snatched his hand away and pinned him back down onto the pillows. He lined himself up, and just to be sure, he looked back up at his partner. The response being a grunt and an expression telling him to get a move-on.

When Jon thrusted inside, Damian threw his head back. The breath was knocked right out of him as he tried to process the sheer size of what just invaded him. He practically dug a hole into Jon’s shirt with only his finger nails. The man noticed this and tried to distract him to alleviate some of the pain, “You’re doing so good Dami.”
He bit his lip and cursed several times in his mother’s language, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a baby. Try shoving this thing in your ass and you’d be the same.”
Jon blushed, “Am I… that big?”
To this, the boy looked down at him, “Don’t flatter yourself, dumbass. I’m adjusting.”
“You sure do curse a lot when you’re having sex.”
Damian cut a look at him, “Be quiet and just start movING~!”
Jon had surprised him by pushing in deeper, grabbing hold of his legs for leverage.
He smirked, “Impatient are we? Are you that eager to have me inside you?”
The man shuddered as Jon began rocking his hips back and forth. He looked up to the ceiling and held his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle any noises that managed to escape his lips.
“No smart remark?”
Damian scowled at the man who was clearly trying to condescend him. If he didn’t have a dick in him right now he’d be cursing the fucker out. Jon grabbed Damian’s hand, prying it away to uncover his mouth. “Hey. No holding back.” He used that same hand to brush through his partner’s hair, “Just relax and let it all out.”
As Jon’s pace got faster and faster, Damian’s thoughts turned into mush. His cock reached farther and farther from every thrust, “J-Jon. You’re too d—eep.”
The man just started pounding into him, reducing him into a moaning mess. He slipped his fingers into Damian’s hand and grasped it hard as he focused on his movements.
The room filled with sultry noises and each other’s names.
“F-uck, you feel so good Damian~”
Tears were running down the other’s face as the life was fucked out of him. Jon leaned down and gave Damian a long and passionate kiss. Their tongues twisting together like it was the last thing they’d ever do. When they separated, it was like a different person looked into Damian’s eyes. Jon flipped him around and grabbed hold of his hips, probably bruising him from how hard he was gripping. Then he reached down and wrapped his palm around him, fisting his dick with fervor.
Damian’s eyes went wide, “Ahn~! Wait! I can’t! Not both!”
Jon whispered in his ear, “Shhh. It’s fine. You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”
His thrusts became more erratic and uncoordinated as they both reached their climax.

By the time it was over, both of them were panting and worn out.
Damian groaned, “Asshole. I wanted it to last longer.”
Jon huffed at that, “Well sorry I couldn’t last that long demon king.”
The boy turned around and smirked at him, “What? Is sex with me that good?”
He frowned, “You’re such a jerk.”
“You love me.”
Jon surrendered and embraced his now lover, “Yeah.”

Notes:

Finally. Sorry this took me forever and a day to post. I had to work up the courage to put this out there and also I was going through writer’s block. I haven’t written smut in a while, so I also am kinda nervous. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and I’ll see you guys next time :)

Chapter 19

The both of them didn’t bother getting out of the bed, Jon deciding to point out every mark on Damian and ask questions.
“So, what’s this one from?”
“That one was from a sword. Obviously.”
Jon raises a brow, “Well I’m just curious.”
His eyes trail over to the scar on his left breast, “And that one?”

The boy sighed, “That was when my heart was ripped out of my chest.”
At that, the other’s expression looked shocked, “Oh.” His finger tips traced over the raised edges of each scar, eventually landing on the one on Damian’s lower ribs. Barely grazing the clear stitch marks left behind on the surrounding area.
“So, what about this one?”
Damian turned his head away and Jon knew. ‘Don’t ask about that one’ was the unspoken words to him.

He concluded that he should just stop poking the poor boy for anymore information. “You know, I honestly think they make you look cool.”
The boy tilted his face so they made eye contact again, “Of course they do. Because I’m a cool person.” He smirks triumphantly.
Jon chuckles at that. “Yeah. Even your little cut eyebrow makes you look like you’re some cool anime character.”

Damian perks, “Oh really?”
He laughs and the man looks at him endearingly, “Nerd.”
“Who are you calling Nerd, hm? Aren’t you the one who’s obsessed with Naruto?”
Jon huffs, “Yeah, but I’m at least not into girly stuff like what you watch.” Damian scoffs, “Inuyasha is a masterpiece and you know it.”
“Mmhm. Sure.”
The boy decides to flick him on the forehead, “Don’t be an ass.”
Jon leans in, “Says the meanest guy in the room.”
They look into each other’s eyes for a decent amount of time after that, eventually closing in for another kiss.
When they disconnect, Jon chuckles out of nowhere.

Damian raises a brow, “What?”
He smiles, “I just didn’t take you to be an affectionate person.”
The boy frowns, “Do my countless gifts mean nothing to you?”
“I loved all your gifts Dami. I’m just talking about how you’re totally fine with kissing me over and over.”
He clicks his tongue, “Well don’t get used to it. I will soon return to my usual self after this honeymoon phase.”
Jon gives him a puzzled look, “Honeymoon phase?”
“We are just excited. That’s all.”
The man pouts at that, “Well I dunno about you, but I’m gonna keep snatching kisses.”
He goes to give Damian another smooch, but a finger stops him in his tracks.
“Your daily amount has been reached, Farmboy.”

Jon huffs and sits up, pulling up his pants and leaving the bed, “Fine, but tomorrow the amount has to be increased.”
“Where are you going?”
He turns to look at his partner who was still laying in the bed, the orange glow from the sun setting hitting his body.
“I’m going to go see this apartment I saw online. Just turned available and the pricing is decent. You wanna come with?”
Damian sighs and sits up, curling over himself and ruffling through his hair, “As much as I’d like to, I still have Robin duties to attend. I’m just going to nap and then head back to the manor for patrol.”

“You nap? I thought you said sleep was for the weak.”
He cuts a look at him, “Very funny. Most of the family is nocturnal I’ll have you know. We just so happen to have other things that keep us from doing so such as civilian jobs.”
Jon finally manages to shove some shoes on, “Well you don’t have a ‘civilian job’, so why do y o u stay up? Hm?”
Damian gets up, walking past Jon and into the hallway to get clothes out of another room, “I am the heir to Wayne Enterprises, so I attend meetings and such with my father.”
He leans out of the doorway of the other room as he slips a shirt on, “Also it’s the only time that you are awake, Mr. Sunshine”

Jon’s brows raise, “Mr. Sunshine. That’s a new one. Should make a T-shirt out of it.”
“Hn.”
He giggles, “Back to just speaking in grunts are we?”
“Mmh.”
The man shuffles to put a hat on and lands himself behind Damian,
“You still have my glasses, Dami.”
The other rolls his eyes and makes his way to the bathroom, bending over and grabbing the pair of glasses from one of the pockets in his belt. He approaches the taller man and pulls his hand towards him. Twisting it so his palm was facing up and then placing the pair into it. “There. Now go before it gets too late. Wouldn’t want you staying up past your bedtime, Momma’s Boy.”
Jon frowns and then sits the glasses on his face perfectly, deciding he won’t scold Damian this time for using the offending nickname and just head out the door.

Notes:

Short chapter, I know. I’ve been really busy and just want to let you know that I’m still working on writing for this story. It’s just taking a little longer than usual now.
Hope you all enjoyed anyways ;)

Chapter 20

Jon had finished his tour of the apartment and was waving the realtor goodbye, thanking her for the showing and making his way back to the Wayne safe house.
He sighed when he looked up at the sky, the moon clear in sight. “Welp. Guess it’s past my bedtime.”
He laughed at that, knowing Damian was going to make fun of him for this.
Thoughts of the little Robin and what he could be up to right now filled his head as he walked along the sidewalk. The night air smelled fresh, filling his nostrils with each breath. He managed to make his way back, opening the door and setting his things down. He locked the door behind him only to crash onto the couch from being exhausted. With his cheek smashed on one of the cushions, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Jon woke up to the sounds of a tapping window. He peeled his eyes open and saw the moonlight still lit up the room. He sighed, getting up and rubbing the crust from his eyes to drag his way to the window across the living room. He spotted none other than the little Robin still clad in the grey and black costume. The mask covering his characteristic emerald eyes with white lenses. He turned the latch only for Damian to clamber his way in. Jon cringed when he dropped to the floor, curling in on himself and groaning. He saw that the boy was clenching onto his abdomen and patches of blood began to form onto the fresh white carpets. That alone woke him right up.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?!”
He scrambled to pick up the poor boy who pointed towards the bathroom,
“First Aid in there.” Jon quickly rushed over to the room and carefully set the injured man onto the cold tile, resting him so he was sitting up on the bathtub. So many questions formed in his head as he practically tore the place apart, finally landing himself a clear blue box full of antiseptics and wrappings. He ripped the thing open and pulled out the cloths, whipping himself back over to the boy and shakily applying pressure to the wound.
“What happened Dami?!” The boy exhaled and grit his teeth, clearly in pain, “It’s nothing. Just grab the cleaner and the needles from the kit.” Jon’s eyes went wide. “YOU WANT ME TO STITCH YOU?” The boy shushed him, “Not so loud, dumbass. I have a headache too… Yes just get it over with already.”
Jon shoved his hand back into the box and rummaged to find a bottle of peroxide, biting the cap and twisting it off with his teeth. He was sweating profusely when he ripped the uniform off of Damian and poured the substance onto his bleeding wound.
The man cried out when it bubbled and simmered. He decidedly grabbed his cape and packed it into his mouth, gnashing down so he could keep from yelping.
“Why did you come here and not to the Batcave?” Damian cut a look at him and made a muffled noise. Probably a “Shut the fuck up and close the wound already dumbass!”
Jon panicked as he pulled a packet of needles and string out of the box, peeling the paper open and cleaning them. He approached the gash, his hand shaking uncontrollably from just the sight of blood coming out of his best friend. He thought that he might pass out, but he knew that Damian was probably the one closest to doing so. He grit his teeth and stuck the needle into his flesh.
He couldn’t do it. Tears started forming in his eyes at he looked at the other.
Damian spit out his cape and growled frustratedly, snatching the needle from the boy and curling over to do the stitching himself.
“Fucking piece of shit. Won’t sow up his own goddamn boyfriend because he’s too much of a pussy.”
He groaned and grunted with each poke of the needle, pulling the thread back and forth until he reached the edge. He glanced over at Jon who was mortified.
“Bite off the extra, bitch boy.” Jon startled and did as he was told, snapping the string off with his teeth after the other tied it off. Damian finally relaxed, slumping his head over and heaving his chest.
He sat back up though, scowling at Jon and then smacking him on the head, “Give me the ointment.”
Jon whimpered and reached for the packet of antibacterial ointment and some gauze, handing it to the angry boy and he snatched it away. He opened it and smeared it onto his wound, then placed the gauze down. Finally taking some wrap and spooling it around his body so it would stay. Jon watched and pouted, knowing that he was being the worst friend by just staying put.
Damian pulled his mask and gloves off, his breath easing down a bit after a few moments of silence. His body still in a cold sweat from blood loss. He sighed, swallowing dryly and gripping Jon’s hand to bring it to his face. It was cold to the touch from the night air, his eyebrows ruffled and misplaced from Jon’s thumb brushing past them. He trails over to look into the other’s distraught and quivering lower lip, tears still forming in the corner of his eyes. His voice was surprisingly more calm now when he went to speak, “I want you to grab some juice from the fridge for me. I need sugar.” Jon saw that his gaze was clouded, definitely about to pass out from low blood sugar levels. His lips formed a line and he nodded, sliding his hands off of the boy’s face and racing to grab a glass of the grape juice that was in the fridge. He poured it out and then hurriedly made his way back to the bathroom, making sure to position the complimentary straw into Damian’s mouth. The boy drank and sighed, finally able to at least feel a little less queazy than before.
“I came here because I felt more comfortable bleeding out in front of you.”
Jon leaned over, sitting himself so that he was resting on the wall next to Damian, “So you don’t even feel comfortable around your own old man enough to bleed out in front of him??” The other nodded.
“Wow D. That’s just messed up man.” He gives the boy another sip from the cup, “So why me? I’m not family. And as far as I know people are only closest with their family.”
“You’re my best friend. Just as much as family as any of my siblings.” He looks away, “Plus you’re my boyfriend now… so get used to it.”
Jon’s eyes sparkle at the man who was clearly embarrassed, “Aww. That’s so sweet Dami.” He looks down at the bandaged injury, “Even if it’s over a gash in your side, I’m still flattered.”
Damian clicks his tongue and raises his arms, beckoning the other to pick him up, “Whatever, just take me to the bed so I can lay down.” Jon smiles and carefully snakes his hands around the man’s torso. He gently raises him up, humming and strutting his way to the bedroom with the boy in arms. “Sooo. Which side do you want?”
Damian huffs, “That side.” He points weakly at the one closest to the door. Jon sighs, ‘still wanting to be protective despite being the one who’s hurt.’ He then walks over to the other side, peeling back the covers and placing the boy down. Damian growls, “I said the other side, Hayseed.”
Jon closes his eyes and pulls the blanket over the protesting boy, “Mm.. no.”
He then ignores the complaints as he makes his way over to the opposite part of the bed and gets under the comforter himself, shuffling closer to the boy and kissing his cheek. “Go to sleep, cranky.” Eventually, he stops complaining and just relaxes. He looks over to find that Jon had already closed his eyes, his lashes reflecting the light from the window. A smile creeped up onto his face and he reached down to grasp the other’s hand, holding it close to him as he faded into sleep.

Notes:

Yay. Another chapter!
I’m considering starting a new JonDami fanfic, so be on the lookout for that. This one is nearing its end so I want to prewarn you for that. Anyways, hope you liked it and look forward to the next chapter ;)

Chapter 21

Jon’s arm was almost completely numb when he woke up, noticing that the other person had fallen asleep on it. Carefully, he slid himself away from the sleeping man and rose out of bed, brushing his curls back and landing his feet onto the plush floor. He remembered that there was a huge stain in the living room now. Sighing, he pulls his phone out to look up some YouTube video on how to clean blood from a carpet. Not suspicious at all to the possible people monitoring his search history. He watches a little bit of the video before realizing that he has none of the supplies needed for such things. He pouts and looks over at Damian, who was still soundly sleeping.

“Guess I’ll go to the store…”
He throws on a hoodie, his cap, and some glasses to walk out the door. He gets in his truck and starts up the engine, cringing from how loud it was. He pat the steering wheel, “Getting a little old now, are we girl?”
He sighed, hoping that didn’t wake up the man inside. He rolled the vehicle out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest grocery store, pulling up his GPS for directions because he still wasn’t familiar with the layout of this town.
When he reached the parking lot, he pulled into an empty spot and jumped out of his truck, locking it and heading his way into the store. Jon didn’t know why, but he had a strange feeling in his gut about this place. He took a deep breath and shook the thought from his head, “Just get the stuff and get out. Nothing else.”
The man sped along, tunnel vision on heading towards the cleaning section. He grabbed a small can of bleach, along with a scrubber and some ammonia. Making sure to snag a pair of those bright yellow rubber gloves too. Then he made is way over to the food section to grab vinegar, lemon juice, and baking soda. His hands were super full at this point. He mentally beat himself up over being too distracted to grab a freaking cart. While he walked over to the check-out, he caught a glimpse of hot pink.

His stomach dropped.

He quickly whipped himself around to see it was just some random punker with dyed hair. Jon exhaled, his nerves clearly shot and he just continued on to set his things on the conveyor belt.
The woman who scanned his items raised a brow, “Hiding a dead body?”
Jon sweat nervously, not wanting to reveal that his boyfriend had bled out on the carpets. He chuckled breathily, “Nah, just managed to knick myself and it got on my white floor. I’m about to sell the place, so I don’t want that stain lingering.” He mentally cringed at the blatant lie. He was Superboy for crying out loud. How could he ever “knick himself”???
The woman clearly bought it as she chuckled along with him, continuing to scan the items and placing them in the bags. He sighed, turning his head over to see if that guy with the pink hair was still in view.
He wasn’t.
Good.
Out of his jumbled thoughts, he reached for a chocolate bar from the shelves, slamming it down onto the belt and smiling at the lady, “Heh. I’ll get this too since I’m here.”
The lady grinned and gladly scanned the last item, handing the candy to him and then telling him the total. He pulled his wallet out and handed her his card, ripping open the wrapper of the bar and taking a huge bite.
Okay, he was a stress-eater. Nothing wrong with that. He’d burn off the calories anyways.
When the woman finally finished bagging his newly purchased things, he grabbed them quickly and rushed out of the store, remembering that Damian was still alone and still injured.

He drove along the road with half a candy bar in his mouth, the wrapper falling down and into his lap. Why did there have to be some rando with pink hair? Was the world trying to ruin Jon’s day? When he took the next turn, he realized something. He was feeling guilty about Jay…
He shook his head, trying to wrestle the thought away. No, it can’t be right because he’d already resolved that situation a few weeks ago. He couldn’t possibly be still caught on it. Especially since he just got together with Damian. Everything was coming together. Fate or whatever. He didn’t care cause the boy made him happy.
Then why was he still thinking about Jay?
The chocolate bar had melted at the corners of his lips, making him slurp up the rest of the bar and chew it with an extra full mouth. He reached a stop-light.
All these thoughts came rushing into his head. Should he even be with Damian right now? All his guilty feelings about Jay would surely make the man feel less important. His head butted the steering wheel, accidentally making the truck honk. He jumped, embarrassed that he just blew his horn without any merit. He quickly looked on both sides of him, waving in apology to the other cars.
When the light turned green, he sighed, driving past everyone in a hazed blur.
He made it back with thoughts all askew, dropping out of the truck and hooking the grocery bags over his forearms. His anxiety at least a little calmer after hearing the steady thrum of Damian’s heartbeat still calm from sleep. He walked in to set the bags down on the kitchen counter, pulling out the cleaning supplies and sliding on the gloves. A determined look covered his face, set on trying to sort out his thoughts as he cleaned.
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Damian stirred awake, the smells of ammonia and bleach filling his nostrils. His face curled into a scowl from the chemical stench. He yawned and stretched, flinching from the stitches pulling on his skin. He got out of the bed and threw on whatever t-shirt that was nearby. He noticed that the clothing item felt particularly loose, but ignored it to go and see what was going on outside the room. He found a disheveled Jon Kent, wearing gloves and a mask, scrubbing away at a red-brown stain that was in the same place he landed on the floor last night. He sighed, “Why are you needlessly scrubbing at a stain in a safe house’s carpets?” Jon scratched an itch on his nose with his forearm, the mask he was wearing slowly falling down the bridge. “You know why, Dami.”
Damian deadpans, “I can easily replace these carpets, Corncob.”
Jon jolts, looking up at the boy who’s arms were now crossed, “Wow. Haven’t heard that name since we were kids.” He looked down to see that Damian was wearing his pajama shirt. The character seeming to look at him condescendingly as he was cowered on the floor. “No shirts you could wear?”
The man moved his hand onto his hip, “I got lazy. It was the one closest to me.” Jon had gotten up now, pulling off the gloves and adjusting his glasses, “Shouldn’t you be at your place right now? All these rumors going around has put you in a tight spot.”

Damian walked over, plopping himself down onto the couch and crossing his legs. “I don’t think you realize how much I don’t care. They can speculate all they want, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to give them any information.” He leans back, “Besides, we are dating now, so it’s not like there’s going to be some big controversy.”
Jon sighed, standing up and surrendering on trying to scrub the stain off of the floor, “Yeah, but right now you and Flatline are supposedly dating. That would mean that you are apparently cheating on her with me.”
“Fair point. I’ll have to break up with her then.”
The other man held his hands out, “No. don’t do that either.”
He sat down and looked off to the side, almost like he was thinking about something awful.
Damian raised a brow, “How come?”

Jon bent over, his hair falling down and covering his face. He sighs, “I’ve been thinking.”
Damian chuckles, “Well that’s not good.”
He looks back up at the boy, a look of guilt wearing at his face. “I don’t think we should be doing this right now.”
Damian’s expression is puzzled “What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t think we should be dating, Damian.”

The man’s face drops.

“Why?”
His eyes grow wide, “Did I do something wrong?! Please, if I was being too mean to you, I promise I’ll be nice!”
“It’s nothing you did, Dami.” The nickname he always used being the only form of comfort for the poor boy.
Jon scowls, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to hold in his tears, “I just… I can’t do this right now…”
His lips flatten into a line, “There’s too many things that’s going on in my head. I love you, but I…”
He drops his head, shoulders quivering from his distress.
“I’m not ready yet.”
Those words hit Damian like a semi-truck. Soaking in just to tear apart his insides. He’d thought he’d finally get to be happy… turns out he was wrong.
There always has to be something that reminds him that he doesn’t deserve to be happy.
His expression was solemn. There was no fight in him to try and protest against it. “Okay. I understand.”
He gets up off of the couch, wincing from the pain still present in his side and walks away.
Jon jumps up to try and stop him, grabbing his shoulder. “D, you don’t have to lea-“
Damian snatched his arm away, not bothering to look at the other man,
“Don’t. Touch me.”

He rushed out the door and Jon tried to follow behind, but he slammed the entrance door in his face. He pulled his phone out, tapping the screen to call for an Uber. Something he’d never do unless he deemed it necessary.
The man who was still inside cowered at the front door, leaning his forehead against the polished white wood. He grit his teeth, so frustrated at himself for having all these conflicted feelings. He should’ve never even came to Damian’s house on that day. It was foolish of him.
He had just broken up and he wanted to go to his childhood crush’s house?? What a fucking douche. His fists clenched as he moved his head to look out the window, noticing that Damian was still clicking through his phone trying to get a person to drive him home. He sighed, sliding his hands off of the door and turning the knob. He stepped outside, hesitantly approaching the other boy.
“Dami, please. You don’t have to leave.”
The man’s eyes cut daggers into the very fibers of his being, “Don’t ‘Dami’ me. You’ve made your decision. Stick with it.”
Jon went to place his hand on the other’s shoulder, “You’re still injured. Please don’t do this.” The man wrenched his body away, his expression seething with anger, “I gave myself to you Jonathan! Does that fucking settle in to that thick skull of yours?! You’ve fucking ruined me!”
The taller man was befuddled, but Damian kept yelling.
“I gave you my friendship, I gave you gifts, I gave you a fucking place to stay, I gave you my time, and then I give you my heart! Hell, I didn’t even think I could actually love someone romantically until just a few days ago! And what did you do?!” Tears started sprouting from the corner of his eyes, “You fucking just say, ‘Oh, sorry. My bad. I’m not ready for us right now’ like it’s going to magically fix whatever the fuck you’ve done with me!!”
His voice cracked as he tried to choke back tears, but the streams came running down his face anyways, “Well you know what Jonathan?! Keep my heart! I don’t fucking need it anymore!”
A car pulled up to the driveway, rolling down the window to say he was here for pickup.
Damian quickly wiped his face dry and turned, leaving no room for Jon to say anything back to him.
He was gone before the other could even muster out a goodbye.

It was then that Jon finally broke down. Full on sobs. The floodgates had been opened, and everything he’d pushing into the recesses of his mind came at him full force. He couldn’t even manage to get himself back inside before collapsing onto his knees. His sadness poured through his whole body, making his stomach and head hurt the way his heart did. He wailed and wailed, thinking about why him? Why did he have to feel these emotions. Why was he so conflicted about all of this. How he could ever make Damian cry.
His breakup with Jay, his pained time with Damian, the fulfillment of a lifelong dream he’d just destroyed. It lorded over him, and there was no end to it until he felt he just couldn’t cry anymore.
He stood with red puffy eyes, numb.
Blankly staring at the door, he gently pushed it back open to step inside and go back to bed. It was too early in the morning anyways.

Notes:

It’s been a while. Writer’s block and all that jazz. Look forward to the next chapter :)

Chapter 22

The car rode down the road at an excruciatingly slow pace. Clearly giving off the “old man driving” vibe as Damian huffed. Noting that he won’t be getting home anytime soon at this rate. He pulled out his phone, debating whether for not he should text Dick. He decided not to and just looked around for entertainment.
Damian looked at the disgruntled man who sat in the front, his wrinkled olive skin and a white scruffy beard giving a sense of familiarity. If he squinted he kind of resembles his grandfather.

Only if he squinted though.
It was oddly comforting…

Damian sunk in on himself further to push away any kind of sentimental thoughts. He didn’t want to have a breakdown in front of this random guy.
The Uber driver looked up in the mirror, making eye contact with the boy who was curled up in the corner of the seat. “Tough breakup?”
Damian sneered, “That’s none of your business.” The man sighed, he wasn’t paid enough to inquire any further, but he did notice something about the boy. “You seem sad.”
“That’s also none of your business.”
Damian clicked his tongue, looking out the window to pass time.
“So what’s the whole deal with that other guy?”
The man scoffed, very irritated with how this driver was throwing nonstop questions at him,
“I don’t believe I’m paying you to ask needless questions about me.”
“Aw. But I’m kinda curious. Yaknow? I promise that my lips are sealed.” He gesticulates, zipping his mouth shut, raising his white eyebrows before grinning.
The boy rolls his eyes, “Just keep driving.”

The driver chuckles, “Tough guy ain’t ya?”
“Not in the mood for flattery.”
The car takes a steep turn, making the boy lurch to the side.
“Tell you what, you answer this one question for me and I’ll be out of your hair.”
Damian perked, “Fine. What is it?”
“Do you sill love him?”
The other paused, confused as to why an Uber Driver would be asking him such an invasive question. He considered it for a moment, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to just answer one question. “Yes… with all of my heart.”
The man hummed, a smile forming on his face, “You kids are so funny when it comes to love. Always makin things all complicated and stuff. Back when I was your age we’d just court each other then get married. Such is such.”
Damian huffed, “Yeah well I’m sure it was only men and women pairings.”
“That is mostly true, but gender doesn’t matter. It’s about sticking to it and not second guessing your feelings for one another.”
The boy stopped to look at the old man, who’s wrinkles around his eyes crinkled into a smile, he grimaced at the sight.
“I wasn’t the one who second guessed it.”
“Then you have to prove to them why they shouldn’t be afraid to be with you. Reassure them.” He slumps back into his seat, gripping at the t-shirt he was wearing.
The scenery slowly got more familiar, “This is far enough.”
The driver stops the car and unlocks the doors, prompting Damian to step out. He walks over to the man’s window and points for him to roll it down. He complies and Damian pulls out a roll of cash to hand over. He smiles weakly at the old man, grief clearly in his eyes, “I appreciate your advice Mister. Although I’m not the best person nor am I adequate for such niceties.”

The man chuckles, “Nonsense. You have a good day, Mr. Wayne.”
Damian’s eyes widen and the man grins as he drives away.

“Shit.”
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It was dark by the time Jon got home, sighing as he turned the key to his apartment door. The clacking of his keychain, as always, notified Jay that he was home. Jon entered the apartment like he did everything, messy and far too quickly. He always jammed the wrong key at first, trying to make something fit when It couldn’t.
Jay stood from the single seat sofa, “Jon. We need to talk.”
Jon startled, not expecting to have any kind of conversation this late at night. “What is it Babe?”
“How come you haven’t responded to my texts yet? I’ve been worried sick.”
The taller man pulls his phone out, finding that there were several notifications from his boyfriend. He cringed, “Ahhh. So sorry about that Bub. Dami and I were just hanging out and I didn’t really have my phone on.”
The other man’s eyebrow raised, his stare icier than the fortress of solitude. A hand rested itself on his hip, “So how’s it been then? Spending all that time with your best friend?”
Jon suspected there was something up, he was right. “This is going to be a crappy conversation isn’t it?”
Jay shook his head, grabbing both of Jon’s hands and holding them up to his chest, “You’ve just been kinda ignoring me lately, Babe. You haven’t even greeted me when you get home…” He looks down, a sad expression envelops his face. His steely gaze melts into a depressed puddle.
Jon panics, “I’m so sorry! I can make it up to you tomor-“
“No… Jon.” His hold on the other loosens, causing his hands to drop back to his sides, “I think it’s time we breakup. For some reason or another, I’m holding you back.”
Jon was taken aback, “What? No. Babe, don’t say silly things like that. We can work this out.”

Jay looked down, shaking his head. His mouth quivers slightly before looking up with water in his eyes.
“I’ve decided, Jonathan. We shouldn’t be together anymore.”
He turns his head to the side, holding himself close and walking away to grab a pair of suitcases, “You should probably pack… and leave.”
“Why?”
The pink haired man sighed before chuckling, a sad song behind his laugh.
“You love him more than me.”
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Jon jolted awake, his breath staggering as sweat beaded down his neck. He looked down to see that the blankets were drenched. Sighing, the sheets were pulled so he could clamber out of bed. His hand slid over his face and up to pull his bangs back, noting that his hair was now sweatier than the sheets. He rummaged for his phone, groaning as he realized that his sleep turning had knocked it off the nightstand again. Great, the screen is cracked. He yanks it off of the charger to checking any missed messages. Noting only spam emails, he elects to take care of those affairs later.
He threw his phone down onto the bed and fell back down. He feels some gluttony for punishment, any pain to justify or distract from his actions. Running his hands through his hair once again, he yanks until it feels like his black rats nest might come out of his scalp.
No success.
This has been the crummiest day of all time.
Breaking up with Damian, having a nightmare about being broken up with by Jay. Today was just full of breakups, wasn’t it? His lips form a frown, tears welling up in his eyes but not quite making their way out of their barriers. They sit fat and heavy on his waterline, yet to fall down on the carpet below. He groans in frustration, whipping himself to stand. His vision becomes obstructed by tiny blue splotches.
Stood up too fast…
He drags his legs to the shower, lazily plopping his clothes onto the floor. He promptly sat on the floor and turned the faucet to the warm setting. He laid on his side as he waited for the water to heat up, half his body on the bathroom rug and half on the tile. His cheeks were flushed from tears, so the cool floor was a welcome change. He tapped his finger to the imaginary beat of the shower. When he was younger, he got in trouble for this a lot. He’d lay outside the shower after whatever depressive episode and listen to the noise of it, rather than ever getting in. Getting in was too large a task, standing to take care of himself when he felt like the worlds worst garbage fire.
When he figured either the water was hot enough, or he might end up losing all hot water, he shuffled into the shower. His large muscular hands palmed the cold tile inside the shower, it clashed with the hot water running down his head and back. He stretched a bit before reaching up to scrub his scalp and get it all wet. He could barely make his hands through the tangled mess of his curls, maybe he was more depressed than he realized. His eyes were quickly drowning in hot soapy water as it spilled over his face. He rubbed his big clumsy hands over them aggressively to get them to stop burning. His attempts were futile.
Once again, a childhood memory. He waited at the pain of his detangling shampoo. His mother calmed him as he aggressively rubbed soap from his eyes, nearly scratching his baby scleras.
“Oh Jon, you’re going to hurt yourself. Doing things hard and fast won’t make it any better.” His momma chided.
She ran her soft hands over his small head, scooping water with a cup long thrown away over his head. He sighed with relief as the soap was cleared.
He never really learned to stop rushing into things.
Jon rushed through the motions of cleaning his body. His thoughts are just as chaotic as they were earlier. He longed for the comfort of someone holding his hand, but that wasn’t an option for him. Not now, after everything. He wasn’t a little boy anymore, he couldn’t go crying to momma about the pain in his heart like the pain in his eyes. No. This was a different kind of hurt entirely. One that ached and clawed at his insides. His head felt like there was a person stabbing an ice pick at his cranium. Each drop of water felt like acid against his skin, pelting him with a much deserved fuck you.
He groaned, finally turning the water off. He hunched over, his chest heaving from each slow breath he took. He’d never screamed like he did in that shower, so far from Lois’ or any boyfriend’s reach. He had to do it on his own.
Superboy could move mountains, but he couldn’t face the mess that was himself.
He wondered what Damian was doing right now. Was he feeling the same kind of ache in all his bones? An evil part of his mind whispered that Damian was far stronger than him. The boy held scars like trophies while his own body had never been marked. He would move on with his brothers, until he was just another ex. Meanwhile Jon would still be rubbing the soap from his eyes.

 

~~~~~

Damian was limping down the road, holding his side as each stride made him wince. He carried himself as far as the gate that shut the Wayne Estate off from the rest of the community. He huffed, fumbling around to punch the code into the keypad. Every time he failed, a red light flashed that would prevent him from trying again until the timer was done. He groaned holding his side at each failed attempt. When the gate opened, he staggered only a few more steps before finally collapsing to his knees. He cursed at himself. He was the son of Talia Al Ghul, how could he be succumbing to such a minor wound.
The emotional turmoil boiling his mind was the only conclusion. Even in his absence, Jon made Damian weak. He could see that now. Every kiss and compliment had lobotomized him into further submission.
He looked up, the sun was in his eyes. He could barely make out a shorter man with semi-long hair. The black locks were being restrained in a simple half ponytail.
Damian rolled his eyes, finally recognizing the pasty-skinned goblin to be his older brother Tim. “What do you want, Drake?”

“You should be answering my questions, Brat. Why are you crippled and almost passed out in front of the house? Hm?”
The boy grimaced, “None of your business asshole.” He forced himself upward, stumbling forward as he attempted shoving his brother to the side.

“Hey hey hey! The fuck are you doing Damian?!” Tim dives down to yank his brother up from the ground, a few stitches popping in the boy’s side in the process. He groans, “Get off of me! I don’t want you touching me with your grimy coffee hands. Damian’s head lolls to the side. His gaze seemed distant, prompting Tim to give him a good slap to the face, “Oi, look at me bone-head. Number one, my hands are not grimy. Number two, Dad is pissed that you didn’t come back home last night so I’m taking you to him.”
Damian grumbles as his feet drag on the ground, making it difficult for his older brother to lug him around. Tim mumbles under his breath, quotes of worry and anger swirling around Damian’s ears as they make it to the parlor room in the manor. A large brooding shadow with crossed arms looms across the room. Bruce Wayne sits on one of the chairs as his butler takes his side. He was sitting hoping to make an intimidating impression on his teen son out past curfew, but noticing the awful state he was in, Bruce stood with alarm. “Sit him down Tim. He’s bleeding.”
Tim startles and carefully brings him to a chair, slumping him into position. His head shifted to the side in an attempt to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room. Alfred quickly rushes over with bandages to re-seal the freshly opened wound on his side. Bruce grunts and approaches his son, his brows knit together in what seemed to be anxiety and concern and less of what Damian thought was disappointment. He looks up at his father, frowning from the lecture he was anticipating, but it never came. “Why did you not come home, Son?”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
The older man sighs, it’s only been the thousandth time he’s heard this answer. “Where did you go?”
“Safe house.”
The quick answers coming from Damian certainly weren’t uncommon, but it was suspicious to say the least. He looked down to see him wearing an oversized t-shirt with a crude character plastered on the front. Something he’d never catch his son wearing. Then he noticed the staggered lines of what seemed to be a fatal attempt at closing a wound when Alfred lifted the fabric over his torso. “Who stitched you? They did a terrible job at it.”

His son rolled his eyes at him, “Well it was going to be Jon, but then he decided to be a pussy about it. I had to instead.”
Tim clicked his tongue, chuckling at the dilemma, “Great job bud, I’m sure that hurt like a bitch without anything to numb it. Should’ve come home instead of being a little rebellious shithead.”
The boy cut a million daggers into him with his glare, “You shut your mouth or I’ll slice your tongue out. Why are you even here? Don’t you have CEO shit to do?”
“I decided to come visit B-man again since you were being such a bitch as of late. I’m his favorite child after all.”
“Don’t forget who the blood-son is, Drake!” Damian spit out.
All this bickering for what? Bruce slowly got more and more peeved as the two’s voices gradually became like nails on a chalkboard.

“That’s enough from both of you!” Bruce tapped his foot on the floor, very irritated that none of his children can act civilized around each other.
He turns to Damian, his face forming back into his usual neutral anger. “You should have come back to the manor Damian. Alfred could have stitched you up with anesthetics.”
Tim stuck his tongue out and the boy flipped him the bird in response.
“I told you I didn’t feel like it, Father. Just leave me be. I’m eighteen, not a baby.”

Bruce’s lips formed a line, “You may be eighteen, but that doesn’t mean I stop being your father. As long as you live under this roof I’m going to be up your ass.”
Damian clicked his tongue in response, earning him a stern look from Bruce.
“I swear to god, when I die I’m going to haunt this place just so I can make sure you’re not doing anything stupid, Damian.”

“I’d exorcise the place before I’d let you do such a thing, Father.”
Tim perks, “See?! This is what I’m talking about Bruce! He’s being a bitch.” Damian snarls and their father huffs, “You know what? How about I send both of you to Arkham? Hm? That’d make a great trip for learning about how to be better behaved.”
Alfred chuckles at this point, “You know Master Bruce, none of your previous foes have necessarily ’recovered’ since being in Arkham besides Harley, and she’s a psychologist.”
The man sighs, giving up on the topic and looking over to his youngest son. Whom of which was spacing out even after being so riled up just moments before. He taps Alfred on the side, grabbing his attention and whispering, “Call Dick. There’s something wrong.”
Tim notices this and shoots his head over to look at Damian, then back at Bruce. He mouths, “Is he having an episode?”
Bruce pats Tim on the shoulder, “Just leave him be for now. He’s fine.”

Alfred leaves the room to call Dick and Tim is escorted out as well, leaving just Bruce and a zoned-out Damian. The man sat down, hunching over and clasping his hands together to lean onto with his chin. He sighed loudly, furrowing his brows and bouncing his leg. Trying to examine his son as he sat there. He’d always wondered what was going on in his son’s head. Whether he should be concerned or if it was just Damian being Damian. He could never really tell…despite being the World’s Finest Detective.
He noticed that he finally blinked again and looked over to his father, his green eyes looking more distant than before. “I just want to lie down.”
Bruce smiled, “Good thing you want to because you didn’t really have a choice to do anything else.” He stands up, approaching Damian and helping him up off the chair. He was getting far too old to be carrying his children, but just for this moment he’d do so.
Damian squirmed around, huffing and grumbling at him. He was trying his best to show his father that he didn’t want to be touched right now, but to no avail.

“Sorry Son. It’s just to your room and then I’ll put you down.”
“I’m not a child.”
Bruce hums, “Just let your old man have this.”
They make it to Damian’s room and he sets the boy down onto his bed checking to make sure the gash in his side didn’t reopen again. “Now you lay there until you’re better. Dick is coming to visit soon and bringing Kory as well.”
Damian’s lips form a frown as his brows furrow,
“I don’t want company.”
“Well they’re coming anyway.”
They’d be able to give Damian at least a sense of comfort since he wasn’t efficient at such things.
Damian huffed, just leaning back and closing his eyes, “Fine, but I’m not entertaining any of their stupid ideas.”

Chapter 23

“So you got together with Jonathan.” Dick gestured with his hands, “And then broke up with him two days later?”
Damian cringed, realizing he’d have to admit to being dumped to Dick once again. He sighed, shaking his head, “He broke up with me. Said he wasn’t ready or some stupid shit like that.” Dick made a disapproving face, tracing his finger along his brother’s nightstand and tsking at the dust. Kori made a face, silently telling him to stop scaring his little brother off. She sat down next to the boy on the bed, “Well you cannot expect Jonathan to not have any emotions. There are many other things that are going on in his head. You have to give him time,” she spoke softly. Her voice always had the same lull, Damian would be lying if he said that the way she spoke didn’t comfort him. There were very few people who processed emotions the way he did. While Kori might not feel like him, she could get on his level.
“Well he still shouldn’t have played me for a fool like that. It’s embarrassing for both me and my heritage.” He turned, not wanting either of them to see his face grow hot, he wasn’t sure if he was just embarrassed or going to cry.
“It is hard to feel that someone has disrespected your people as well as yourself,” Kori said, her own face far away.
Dick stood up, walking to the other side of the room with his finger on his chin. Deep in thought, “Say he didn’t break up with you and he still had all these unknown conflicts going on in his head. What would you have done if he’d broken down in front of you?”

Damian stopped to consider for a moment. He knew that airhead for a Super was strong, but he was definitely too emotional for his own good. However, that’s what made him so special. That radiant smile, the way he’d always infect Damian with that hearty laugh, when he’d always pout from all of Damian’s little teases. His eyes began to truly water, Dick noticed, “Hey, don’t think about it too hard bud. Getting yourself all worked up isn’t going to fix anything.” He put a hand on Damian’s shoulder, it was strong and firm. Just like Jon’s. He sobbed slightly, and cried a little harder at the embarrassment of it all.
Kori frowned, wiping the corners of his eyes with her thumb, “Poor thing. You must be very heartbroken,” she comforted. “When I was a small Bumgorf, I had a similar experience. He could not decide if he wanted to date me, or Barbara Gordon. It broke my heart to feel my ancestry as a great warrior being disrespected that way.”
Dick looked distressed at the mention of this, and Damian felt utterly pathetic.
“It’s nothing.” He whipped his head away, not even wanting to show this weakness to one of the nicest women he knows. He didn’t want her to feel obligated to relate to him and provide comfort. He turns to Dick, who looked desperate to go back to the previous topic.
“I’d train him to be less of a baby.”
Nightwing huffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head, “Oh Damian, my little brother. Still such a tyrant even as an adult.” He makes his way back over to the bed, looking over at the boy who now had a brow raised from his comment, “You can’t just brute force a person into being okay. That’s not how people work.”
“It’s how I work.”
“Well you’re different. Being raised by assassins isn’t necessarily the best upbringing for a child.” He looks over, “Or being trained by The Batman.”

Damian frowns, “There was nothing wrong with my upbringing. I am a strong independent young man.”
“You sound like Steph did when she moved out.” The boy pouted at that.
“And even at that, you aren’t as tough as you think you are little D.”
Kori nodded, “The strongest of soldiers will have their own heel of a chilis.”
“Babe, it’s Achilles heel,” Dick laughed.
Damian himself chuckled a bit, but he still felt soured by the situation.

“Have you eaten yet?” The woman inquired, knowing that Damian had a reputation for skipping meals when he felt subpar at best. “I haven’t.”
Kori lights up, slowly standing from the bed and clasping Damian’s hands in her own. They were warm, just like her personality; always so welcoming and caring. “I’ll make you something then.”
Her husband sighed, “Honey please don’t make him eat your specialty ‘cuisines’.”
Kori pouted at that comment, “My food is delicious!”
She turned back to the bedridden boy, “Fine. I’ll ask Alfie to make us dinner then.” Her hands slide up to cup Damian’s cheeks.
He scowls, “I appreciate the offer Kori. Now could you please remove your hands from my face?”
She gently pulls them away and smiles, leaning down to give the boy a soft kiss on the forehead.
Oh what a wonderful mother she will be.

Damian looks down at her full belly, “So when is Mari coming out?”
Dick grins, “Soon buddy. I’m sure you’ll be a great uncle.”
The both of them quietly walk out of the room together and shut the door behind them, leaving Damian to his own devices.

He sighed loudly, grasping at his side before rustling his way out of bed. He padded over to his room’s bookshelf, fingering out a manga from the collection. He smiled down at it, opening its pages and strutting his way back to the bed. Never taking his eyes off of the panels when he lifted himself up and over onto the mattress, tucking himself back under the blankets and leaning back onto the pillows to comfortably read.

This was the part when the protagonist gives valentine’s chocolates to the guy she likes. Her little heart thumping as she holds up the gently wrapped package of sweets up to the boy.

 

“I… I made you chocolates Kaede-kun.”

The boy’s eyes widen and he takes the gift from her hands, blush forming on his face.

“Thank you Izumi-chan.”

 

Damian kind of finds sappy moments like these to be cringe worthy, but he found some sort of charm in the sparkle of both the characters’ eyes. The romantic scenes always seemed to pull him in by their unfamiliarity to his personal experience. Alas, he wasn’t living in a Shoujo manga.

He huffed, finding the story to no longer be entertaining and set the book down beside him, making sure to put the paper bookmark he’d made into the page he left off on. He leans back, grumbling at his boredom debating what things he could do while he was still stuck in this miserable prison he called his bedroom. He thought of painting, but quickly remembered that he had to stand to do that.

He could get a lap easel and paint on that, he concluded, smiling at his brilliant idea. The boy climbed out of the bed, opting to go and find this easel. That is until Alfred opens the door with a tray of tea in hand. The elderly man raised a brow, “And just what are you doing out of bed, Master Damian?” Damian pouted, finding his way back under the covers, “I wanted to paint.”
Alfred chuckled, “Well there is no problem with asking someone to fetch your painting supplies.”

“Shouldn’t you be making dinner?,” he mumbled.
Alfred sighed at the boy,
“How about I go get your supplies, and we can both pretend that you gathered them all by yourself to save your pride?”

Damian scowled at that, but sighed and gave in anyway. He crossed his arms, “Fine, but I need my lap easel.”
“I will bring it to you.” He walks over to his bedside and sets the cup down on his nightstand, being careful not to spill it.
“This is Oolong tea with only one cube of sugar. It is hot so do not burn your tongue.” The boy smiled warmly at his butler. Alfred knew he was upset and made his favorite tea. “Thank you Alfred.”
“Of course, Master Damian.”

He left the room, humming to an imaginary tune.
Damian looked over to the cup resting on the surface next to him, noticing that it was his cat mug. The feline smirked at his pathetic state as he brought it to his mouth to blow on the steam. He took a sip and sighed, enjoying the subtle taste of butter and bitterness on his tongue.

Alfred came back to the room, plenty of brushes, tubes, and Damian’s easel in hand. He set the collection of supplies down onto his lap, making him grumble from the now disorganized mess his bed was in. The elderly man smiled down at the boy, “I am going to go downstairs to make dinner now. Do enjoy your time painting.” The Wayne nodded and thanked his butler once again as he departed.

Chapter 24

Notes:

I know. I know. It’s been a LONG ass time since I last updated. I’m trying to transfer colleges so I haven’t had much time on my hands (the apocalypse I have mentioned in earlier chapters). Anyways, if y’all have seen the new SuperSons movie please feel free to talk about it with me down in the comments. Also, please enjoy as I torture you with more angst until another indefinite time because I’m an awful author who isn’t consistent. My apologies.

Damian’s brush glided across the canvas, shades of peach and blue splotches covering its surface. It wasn’t like he was trying to paint anything in particular, but he found that the blob started to take the shape of a face… a familiar face. The boy grimaced, finally noticing who it was. The freckles gently placed on each of the painting’s cheeks with a perfect set of icy blue eyes. The hair messily placed and a single lock forming a curl on their forehead.
His brows knit together, furrowing down at the sight of the traitor. He grabbed the frame, gripping down until his thumbs pierced the panel and threw it to the ground. A groan bellowed out of his throat as he curled his fingers into his hair frustratedly.
“Gah! If I have to think about that asshole one more time I’m going back to the League!”

A woman entered the room, her expression full of curiosity from all the ruckus.
“Damian. What is this talk about going back to the League?”
The boy huffed, “Nothing Kori. Just frustrated.”
The red-haired Tameranean looked down at the destroyed painting by Damian’s bed. She walked over and picked it up, noticing its contents. Her face fell,
“Oh… Damian.”
The concern in her eyes meeting with his. He crossed his arms, “Just leave me alone. I’ve had enough consolation for one day. It’s making me feel pathetic.”
Kori defeatedly put the painting back down where she found it and walked out of the room, her head down in sorrow for the boy. “Dinner will be ready in a minute. Timothy will be bringing it to you.”

“Tch. Like his stupid face is gonna make me feel any better.”
Kori frowned, “He’s your brother Damian. Be nice.”
“Whatever.”
~~~~~~

Several weeks have passed and Damian has yet to have any contact with Jonathan. His wounds have healed almost completely only for it to leave yet another scar. He was allowed to do patrols at best, but Bruce had decided it was best if he stayed close by at all times. Currently, he was cleaning the manor just to bide time; still clad in his body suit that goes under his uniform as Robin. He’s been doing nothing but clean for the last few days, which obviously attracted Alfred’s attention. The man entered the room as Damian was bent over picking up individual kernels of popcorn off of the movie room’s carpeted floors.

“I must insist that you do not have to do these sorts of things Master Damian.”

The boy startled and snapped upwards, causing his head to bump into the bottom of the seat he was crouching under. After rubbing the back of his neck, he rose, looking Alfred up and down with discontent.

“I have told you time and time again not to sneak up on me, Pennyworth.”
The elder chuckled, “My time as a bodyguard is not something I just let go of, sir.” Damian clicks his tongue at that, ruffling his hair in annoyance, “Remind me why you’re here again.” Alfred runs his gloved finger along the rim of the arm of the red movieseat, smoothing the dust between his index and thumb.

“Well if you are so determined to take my position as this house’s butler, you might as well do it right.” He holds his fingers out for Damian to see, the gray matter making the boy’s nose sneer.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Well first off, I cannot just watch you wreak havoc among my cleaning methods. You have done nothing but disrupt my routine.”

Damian scoffs, “That’s the best ‘thank you’ I’ve heard yet.”

“Your sarcasm is rather amusing, Master Damian. However it is subpar at best.”

The man plops down on one of the chairs and grumbles, “I’m only learning from the best.” He looks back up at the older man, “So. Have you come to fire me?”

“If only I had that sort of power. No, I’ve come to advise you that aggressively cleaning everything around you isn’t going to solve your problems.”

Damian sighs and chuckles half-heartedly, “Yeah. No shit.”
Alfred sits down next to the younger, adjusting his posture, “Have I ever told you the story of when I was in love?”

“I’m really not in the mood for this story, Alfred.”

“If you want to get your head out of your ass and quit faffing around you will sit and listen, boy.”

Damian crossed his arms and hunched backwards, mumbling under his breath like a scolded child. The elder huffed and sat back,

“I had met the most darling woman. Her name was Esme. We wanted to get married, but her father said he would disinherit her if she were to take my hand. I, being concerned for her wellbeing, decided to distance myself from her by breaking it off. She was so distraught I thought she would never forgive me. After a few months had passed, I had realized what I had lost by calling off our wedding. I instantly got the two of us an apartment and then asked for her hand in marriage again, apologizing for what I had done.”

He turned to look at the boy, who was beginning to see the point of this seemingly ‘stupid tale’ in his eyes.

Suddenly, a short man bursted into the room, his face almost as red as his sweatshirt, “Damian! Where are my t-shirts?!”
Damian shook out of his thoughts and Alfred stood once again, brushing his lap off and making his way out.
“You mean Bernard’s clothes?” The boy rolled his eyes, “Yeah. I gave those back to him while I was cleaning.”

Tim scowled angrily, “You BITCH! You knew I wore those as pajamas!”
Damian shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe you shouldn’t have stolen them in the first place. Or maybe if you hadn’t left them strung across the house I wouldn’t feel so bothered as to return them.” The other man was steaming at this point.
“How would you like it if I took something of yours and gave it away?”

The boy crossed his arms, “Well those shirts aren’t yours. Besides, you can just get them back later.” At this,Tim had enough, lunging at his younger brother and knocking him to the ground. A brawl commencing on the movie-room floor as the two boys threw punches and kicks at each other. That is until their father walked in the room.

“ENOUGH YOU TWO!”

His booming voice startled both of them as they jerked up to stand straight and at attention. Or at least, Tim did so… Damian was still in a combative stance. Bruce rubbed at the bridge of his nose, groaning in frustration. He turned to the shorter boy,

“Son, please try to behave yourself before I have a heart attack.” He faces his other child, “Timothy Drake. I expect as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises you can conduct yourself more civilly?” The both of them click their tongues and stomp out of the room, each heading in opposite directions and mumbling on their way.
Bruce huffed, “It’s like I didn’t raise them to act right.”
~~~~~~~

Jon was attempting to make his way towards the grocery store. His eyes were sleepless, purple bags decorated their underbelly. His clothes were several days without a wash and stunk in a way only depression could foster. He was out of literally everything save for ketchup in his new apartment, and he was never motivated enough to go shopping.
That is, if he wasn’t too drunk to drive. Starvation and alcohol created a hangover to end all hangovers, in his tipsy state he still understood this. Today was a special occasion where he was a little sober. Despite his hopes of it making him forget his feelings, he was still managing to still wallow in sorrows like a pathetic little animal. His manager at the Daily Planet even told him that if he didn’t fix his act, he’d have to fire him. Didn’t matter if he was the son of Lois and Clark Kent. In many cases putting pressure on a rock creates a diamond, but at this moment Jon felt far from being a rock. No amount of pressure from his boss could make him into a diamond if he started as aluminum garbage.
Streetlights littered a dirty little neighborhood in downtown Metropolis. The area was about twenty minutes from his home, a longer drive, but the only one that avoided the highway. He wasn’t stupid enough to attempt the interstate tipsy.
He was about to turn onto the road that led into the shop’s parking lot when blue and red flashing lights clawed their way into his side-view mirrors.
“Crap.” He sighed, pulling off to the side of the road while making sure his window was rolled down and his hands were on the steering wheel. His stomach sunk to the floor as the aluminum trash lining his personhood sunk to create an anxious pit. The cop parked behind him and stepped out, approaching the side of his truck with a deadpan. Jon winced, this poor woman definitely didn’t want to pull someone over at two in the morning. He must’ve been pretty bad to make her do so. The woman eyed him up and down, taking in his wrinkled clothes and eye bags as he clung to the wheel with haphazard strength.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, kid?” She said, hand on her hip.

Jon frowned, obviously it was because he was swerving in and out of lanes and zipping around corners like a drunk. But he couldn’t just admit to something like that.

“Was I speeding?” Jon muttered the question half hoping she’d give in and ticket him.

The woman chuckled, “Good guess, but I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”

The man hung his head low, carefully opening the door of his truck and sliding off the seat with clumsy expertise. He already knew what was going to happen when the officer pulled a square device from her pouch.
“So. Which way do you wanna be tested? Breathalyzer or analysis?”
Jon looked away, “Just take me in. I don’t need a test.”
~~~~
It was sunrise when Jon was determined sober by the police. He made his phone call to his father, yet both of his parents had come to pick him up.

How embarrassing…

The rusty bars opened. He was released to a possibly even sterner justice system; his mother. Jon was greeted by his very angry mother with a swift smack on the head, “Jonathan Samuel Kent! I expected more from you than to get a DUI for drinking and driving!”
Jon was solemn, looking over to his dad who had ‘that look’ plastered to his face. There would be no good cop to bail him out. They piled into the car and Clark sighed, turning back to his child, “What happened son?” No response. “Are you doing alright..?” Jon never ignored people. He’d respond to the farm cattle if he felt they had something to say.

“I’m fine, Dad. Just…” he sighed, thinking of all the shit he’d been through. He thought for a second that maybe he should talk about what’s been bothering him, but it’s not like they would understand. He was going through something he doubted his father or mother experienced. They got together and stayed together. There was no drama with the Kent family, and if he admitted it now he’d be burdening them with a problem they’d never faced.

“It’s nothing…I wasn’t thinking clearly. That’s all. Can you just drop me off at the apartment?”

Lois frowned as she drove. There was obviously something wrong if Jon didn’t want to even talk about it. “Honey. What’s the matter? You usually talk to us when you have issues.”

Jon scowled and grit his teeth, why couldn’t she just understand that he didn’t want to talk about it?
“I told you it’s nothing Mom. Would you please just drop it?” Clark then intervened, anxious from the tension. “You know what? Why don’t we go grocery shopping? You’re low on food, yeah? We could talk about it while we walk around.” He put his hands together and glanced at his wife. She held a white knuckle grip on the wheel, nodding with tight lips.

“I’d rather not.” Jon grumbled

As they pulled into a proper parking spot, the boy in the back seat huffed, not wanting to move even a single muscle to get out of the car. This whole thing was stupid. He wanted to be alone and just sleep. However, the sudden swing of the door made him take a nose-dive towards the asphalt. He scrunched his face, accepting the bitter fate he was to endure— Jonathan Kent, dead in a Walmart parking lot from falling out of his parents’ car. That is until his old man caught him just before reaching the ground. He sighed, brushing his unkempt bangs out of his face.

“Sorry Jon, thought you were ready to come out.” Clark sat his son up like some toy soldier about to go into battle. Jon looked off to the side though, not amused by his dad’s humor.
“Yep.. Mfine.”
The both of them found that Lois had already made it to the store’s entrance, making them chase after her so they didn’t get left behind. Typical moms are always rushing ahead.

“What do you need, honey?” His mom grabbed a cart and started the journey across the super center. Jon rubbed the back of his neck, still unsure as to what it was he usually likes to eat. “I guess just the basics… Eggs, milk, bread.” Lois looked up at her towering son, who’s hair had looked like it was just invaded by rats. She pinched the locks in between her fingers, rolling the strands back and forth.
“You need a haircut.”
He gently smacked her hand away, huffing at how nosy his mom always was, “It’s fine Mom. I don’t feel like cutting it right now.”

The determined look now took over her expression, her walking pace becoming faster as they made their way through the aisles. “After this we’re taking you back to your apartment and you're going to take a shower so we can bring you to a barber shop.” Clark chuckled and patted Jon’s back, “We can get one together son.”

Jon was now dreading ever leaving his apartment.

And just to make things worse, a familiar face decided to show up. Right as they were walking through the cereal aisle, a head of hot pink hair caught Jon’s attention. He cursed under his breath and turned away, not wanting any kind of confrontation with the man who was haunting his dreams. It would have been fine, except of course… his dad had to say hello.

He tried to make a run for it, but it was too late, Clark had an iron grip on him and there was no chance of escape. He sobbed internally at his dad’s super-strength holding him hostage. His dad flashed his signature smile and waved at Jay, making Jon want to just implode on himself. “Hey Jay! Nice seeing you here.”

The boy turned with his eyes widening at who was with him, “Oh um. Hello Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent…” His eyes meet with Jon’s a bit of sorrow hinting in his expression, “Jon…”
Jon cringed, forcing a smile to curl his lips, “Hi.”
“How are you?” Lois continues this already awkward conversation with ease. Jay rubs the back of his head, clinging onto the bag of coco puffs he had just grabbed, “I’m doing okay. Not really much going on lately. What about you?”

“We’re doing great! We were just doing some shopping for this lazy boy here.” She turns to Jon, who was very clearly uncomfortable. Clark chuckles, “You know what? How about we leave you two to talk a little bit and catch up while we go fetch the rest of the things on our list?” He let go of his son, but gently placed a hand on his shoulder to speak into his ear, “Talk things out with him son. I know you’re upset because of him.”
He quickly smiled and waved goodbye to Jay before both his parents left him all alone.

Say something… anything. “Um. Hey. I uh. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He mentally slapped himself in the face. Jay smiled, his brown eyes lighting up. “You look like you’ve been through a lot. What’s up?”

Jon sighs, realizing that this wasn’t that big of a deal, “Yeah… I’ve been an idiot as per usual.” The other chuckled at that, “I’m sure you weren’t being that stupid.”

“Oh no I was. I just got out of jail from drunk driving.” The man’s eyes widen at that, “Wow. Okay. I guess you were being an idiot. Why’d you do that?”
Jon went solemn at that, remembering the awful breakup he had with Damian, “Reasons…” Jay was puzzled, but nevertheless still trying to be helpful, “Well, whatever it was, I’m sure that you’ll get through it. You’re a strong guy.”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
Jay smiled, finally putting his cereal into the basket he was carrying and shifting his stance, “Well. I’ve got some stuff to do after this. It was nice talking to you again Jon.”
The man held his breath, surprised that the other was so calm and collected. In comparison, Jon looked like a total dumpster fire. Just as Jay was about to walk away, he shouted, “Wait.” The pink-head turned back, startled by his sudden loudness, “Yes?”
Jon curled up, tugging at his hoodie in embarrassment, “I know it’ll be harder, but…” He looks back up,”Do you still want to be friends?”

Jay grinned, nodding at the nervous boy, “I’d like that a lot, friend.” Jon smiled at his response and waved him off just before his parents made it back with a full shopping cart.

Notes:

👀 so? Was it long enough? I tried to wait until there was enough written to post since I’ve been kind of neglecting you guys. Please leave your thoughts and questions below I love to see tons of feedback and I’ll see you in the next chapter 👋

Chapter 25

Hey everyone. Super sorry about this, but unfortunately due to lack of inspiration or time on my schedule, I cannot conclude this fanfic. However there still is my other fanfic I will update on occasion when I don’t feel burnt out from college. To conclude this story, I did have in mind them making up and getting back together. I just don’t have that initial spark with this fic anymore. I made it too long and I apologize for making you guys wait so long. I hope you enjoyed it thus far and I look forward to seeing you in my other fic that will be significantly shorter.