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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU, Super_Sons_(Comics), Young_Justice_(Cartoon), Young_Justice_-_All
      Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Jonathan_Kent/Damian_Wayne, Bart_Allen/Jaime_Reyes, Barry_Allen/Hal
      Jordan, Dick_Grayson/Wally_West, Bart_Allen/Khaji_Da/Jaime_Reyes, Khaji
      Da/Jaime_Reyes, Bart_Allen/Khaji_Da, Jonathan_Kent/Amir_Milani, damian
      wayne/lor_zod
  Character:
      Jonathan_Kent, Damian_Wayne, Bart_Allen, Jaime_Reyes, Harleen_Quinzel_
      (Mentioned), Manchester_Black_(Mentioned), Bruce_Wayne, Clark_Kent, Lois
      Lane, Barry_Allen, Hal_Jordan, Talia_al_Ghul, Alfred_Pennyworth, Tim
      Drake, Original_Character, Dick_Grayson, Vril_Dox, Wally_West, Khaji_Da,
      Pamela_Isley, Amir_Milani, Lor-Zod
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Angst, Roleplay, Spice
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-30 Updated: 2018-01-29 Chapters: 27/? Words: 122098
****** DC Roleplays ******
by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, desolationofzara, secretlyaspeedster
Summary
     An archive of roleplays by secretlyaspeedster (SAS/Secret),
     catchyartz, briskyfrisky, BENJJI_G, and desolationofzara
Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Damian
***** Stargazing (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Damian and Jon go stargazing.
     They're aged up in this one to make the making out less uncomfortable
     haha
     This one is a rollercoaster of emotions so buckle your seatbelts my
     friends as we take off on the "Feels Mobile"
Damian wasn't fond of the beach. In fact, he would rather be almost anywhere
but the beach. Especially Gotham beach, which was entirely too eerie and
unwelcoming. (If the sand that got everywhere and the salt that stung wasn't
already unwelcoming enough).
But he already promised to go with Jon, who had simply stated "It'll be a clear
night, and there's a full moon, we have to go!" And Damian couldn't find any
excuses against it. So here they were, walking down the sidewalk, only 2 blocks
away from the beach. Yay.
"Double check and make sure you have the towel in the bag. I'm not sitting on
the sand.." He grumbles, looking at his phone, seeing if there was any chance
of rain. Nope.
Jon dug through the bag until he felt the fuzzy beach towel at the bottom.
"Yep, I got it!" he said cheerfully, practically skipping along the sidewalk.
He was already thoroughly enjoying his night. Any time with Damian is a good
time, and the cool nighttime weather improved his mood even more. The Boy of
Steel beamed at Damian, eyes sparkling.
"I can't wait!"
A tug in his stomachforces a small smile onto his lips. The younger boy's
excitement was too contagious, it even got through to Damian. Some part of him
didn't mind though.
They walk a bit more, until stopping at a red light. Car horns blaring, lights
flashing. Bruce was reluctant to agree to Damian going out that night, but said
yes anyways. After all, he's still a kid, much to Damian's protests.
"Good," Damian flings his backpack around so he can open the front zipper,
fishing out a juice box. "Want one?" He gestures the box to Jon.
"Yes please!" Jon takes the box and rips the straw from the side, swiftly
piercing it into the container. "Thanks!" He takes a large gulp from the box
and swallows, enjoying the sweet liquid. Jon suddenly feels his nerves getting
the best of him. This feels way too much like a date. Is it a date? Does Damian
think it's a date? Jon looks over at the boy, whose gaze is locked ahead and
hands are shoved casually into his pockets. Probably not. Jon looks back down
to the ground in front of him, his face suddenly warm. He takes a deep breath
and looks up. The light is green.
Damian feels a slight heat cluster at his cheeks watching Jon eagerly take the
box. Why? Heck if Damian knew. He also didn't know how to stop the heat forming
at his cheeks. He'll research that later..
Oh here comes a witty comment..
"Don't forget to breath," He smirks, downing his self guilt and starts to walk
forward.
Why wasn't Jon moving yet? "Come on Kent," Damian lightly grabs the material of
Jon's sleeve, tugging him forward a bit until he gets that he's supposed to be
walking now.
Jon's face just gets redder when he snaps out of his trance and realizes Damian
is tugging gently on his sleeve. "Oh, sorry!" He tries his best to hide his
burning face, thanking the heavens that it was night and that Damian probably
hadn't noticed. He walks forward so he and Damian are side by side and Damian
lets go of his sleeve. Jon immediately feels a wave of disappointment crash
over him and scolds himself for it. This is not a date, Jon. Stop getting so
excited. He takes a small sip from the juice box, chewing lightly on the straw
to calm himself. Start a conversation! Conversations are fun! "So, uh... Do you
know anything about stars?"
What did Damian not know about the stars. His mother had taught him how to use
them in any situation where he was lost with no means of direction. Not to
mention at the age of 5 he memorized all of the main constellations.
What did Jon know?
"The basics," he lies, turning his head a bit to face Jon, then taking a sip of
his juicebox. "I know the constellations. What about you?" He cocks his head to
the side a bit. If he says something dorky, he might pass out
"I know they're pretty," Jon says, smiling up at them as if they could hear his
compliment. "I have lots of glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling! They're
nothing like the real thing of course, but they still help me fall asleep." He
sighs slightly, a dreamy look on his face. He turns to Damian abruptly. "When
we get there, you gotta show me the constellations!"
Does he even know how dorky he is? Damian sort of of hums, looking at Jon
looking at the stars.
He ponders for a moment on Jon's request/demand. "I guess I could," he says
taking a solemn sip of his juice box before crossing in front of Jon to the
trash can, tossing the trash. He tips his head back looking up. He almost
wonders what it would be like up in space, looking at a cluster nebula with
your own eyes.
He's so lost in thought he doesn't realize he's shoulder to shoulder with Jon
now.
Jon's eyes snap to Damian when he feels their shoulders brush against each
other. He looks too engrossed in the stars to notice how close they are. Jon
feels his cheeks getting red all over again and purses his lips together. Okay
Jon, don't screw this up. Just... casually.. slip your arm in there...
success!! Jon does a mental cheer when he successfully links their arms
together.
Damian can feel a warmth draw at his side, and all the butterflies in his
stomach flip upside-down as his head follows to the movement of Jon's arm
entangled with his. What was this? Was he about to tug Damian along somewhere?
Was he walking too slow?
He's pretty sure his face is a bright red color now, and all Damian can do is
keep walking. He never pushes Jon away. He decides he likes their arms like
this and he feels himself fighting a surprised smile while he stares at the
boy's arm.
They walk like that in a comfortable silence until they reach the boardwalk.
Jon listens to their footsteps make clunking sounds on the wood and continues
onward until they find a good spot not too close to the waves and not too far
either. He digs out the blanket and spreads it neatly on the beach, careful to
brush off any grains of sand so Damian could be the most comfortable. He
gestures dramatically with wide arms to the blanket, bowing slightly. "For you,
sir."
"Thank you," he says dumbly, butterflies still doing cartwheels in his stomach.
Something weird climbs up his throat, something almost like a giggle.
Disgusting. Hopefully it was only contained to his vocal cords. He carefully
sits down, making sure not to track sand onto the blanket and shrugs off his
book bag. Using it for support he leans back in it, eyes following Jon's
movements.
Clearing his throat he asks quietly, "Do you think we'll see any shooting
stars?"
Jon perks up at that, plopping down next to Damian. "Ooo I hope so! I heard
there's a chance of meteor showers this week." He sets the beach bag next to
him and lays down, hands linked beneath his head. He watches the sky carefully,
oblivious to Damian's staring.
It takes everything in Damian not to move closer to Jon's warmth, steeling
himself with a sigh. "Do me a favor and grab the speaker out of the beach bag?"
He fixes his eyes on his phone, trying to find a song to play. Sure, the waves
were soothing, but he needed something extra to be able to drown out the lovely
city noises.
"Sure thing," Jon says, pulling the speaker out of the bag carefully. He lays
it down next to him and flicks the "on" switch. He shifts on the blanket,
attempting to find a comfortable position. As soon as he does he stills, once
more consumed by the sparkling night sky.
Damian nervously contemplates the song. It was fairly new but you hardly heard
it on the radio but as of late he was engrossed with the lyrics. How ironic
they were.
He hits play on "I Want Something Just Like This" By Coldplay and sucks in a
breath of air. Maybe it was a mistake, so he lowers the volume a few notches
and indulges himself in stargazing for a moment, quickly stealing glances to
make sure Jon wasn't snickering at him.
Jon listens halfheartedly to the lyrics at first, slowly but surely gaining
interest. By the second chorus he's invested in the song. For a moment, he can
picture Damian singing the song to him, the image slowly fading as he remembers
Damian thought nothing more of him than a work partner. Jon feels his heart
sink and suddenly he can feel himself frowning sadly. He can't bring himself to
force a smile, so he stares up at the stars instead, enjoying the melody until
it fades.
Damian's heart is fluttering, happy Jon hadn't busted out laughing. He's not
sure if he's relieved Jon hadn't commented on the song... But he grows more
anxious that he hasn't said anything in awhile, so he points his right index
finger to a cluster of stars off to their left. "Big Dipper. That over there to
the right," he's whispering now "is Cancer. " he realizes how abrupt he said
it. "N-not the um.. It's cancer the constellation.." His arm falls down beside
him, clenched in a frustrated fist. That was very intelligent, he thinks,
scowling to himself.
Jon smiles slightly at Damian's attempt to break the silence, but doesn't laugh
to spare him his pride. Jon looks subtly at Damian and feels the pit in his
chest get replaced with a warm, happy feeling. At least I get to do this with
him. Jon studies every beautiful detail of Damian; his bright green eyes and
jet black hair and smooth, tan skin. He drinks in all of it like it's the last
time he'll ever see him and he can't help but think, God, I want to kiss him.
Damian doesn't hear the familiar start of one his most listened to songs until
it's too late. ohshiohshioshioshi
The sun goes down,
The stars come out,
"Fuck! -- damn, where did my phone go?!" He shot up from his relaxed position
to start frantically looking "Where the-?"
And all that counts,
Is here and now
Damian is about to lose it at this point, his face red as can be.
Jon stares at Damian, clearly flustered beyond belief. He chuckles lightly,
cheeks turning pink as well.
My universe will never be the same
Jon takes Damian's hand in his and in a sudden act of bravery leans forward
slowly, giving him plenty of time to move away if he wanted.
I'm glad you came
Damian at first has no idea what's going on. All he knows is he's making a fool
of himself and Jon is there suddenly, inches away from his face. His mind is
telling him to go for it but he can't bring himself to move forward, so he lets
himself be kissed. Once their lips meet, Damian starts to slowly bring his free
hand to gently cup Jon's cheek. His eyes flutter closed, finally feeling the
butterflies exit his stomach, spreading through his whole body.
Jon's heart beats alarmingly fast as he kisses Damian, tremors going through
his body as he feels Damian cup his cheek with his hand. He wants this! He
likes me! And suddenly Jon feels like he's on top of the world and nothing
would ever hurt again because he's kissing Damian Wayne. Jon deepens the kiss
slightly, pressing his hand onto the ground beside Damian's waist.
Damian doesn't think he's ever felt so happy, relieved, eager. All of the
"what-ifs" that have been swimming through his head for months finally became
"it's happening", and he feels a hum form in his throat. The cupped hand at
Jon's cheek moves up his jawline to his raven hair, and he gently--so gently,
afraid he might break the boy if he isn't-- strokes the strands. He lets Jon
deepen the kiss and Damian slowly pulls away a bit, breathing in, hoping Jon
would chase after him and want more kisses from him.
Jon presses his forehead against Damian's and lets him catch his breath for a
moment before kissing him again. He presses him ever so gently into the towel,
lowering him so his neck isn't straining too much and giggles breathlessly
against the kiss. His hands are on either side of Damian's face, caressing and
touching and Jon doesn't want to ever let go.
He finds himself smiling, re-tangling his hand in Jon's deathly soft hair. He
cant believe himself, but he hears a sigh escape his lips. He snakes his other
arm around to Jon's back, lightly pressing down, willing him to come closer as
he's laid slowly into the towel. Nothing in the world matters. He's kissing the
only person who matters, and Jon is kissing him back. He almost thinks he's
dreaming.. i don't want this to end.. "Y-you're so beautiful.. " he finds
himself thinking out loud in between kisses, slowly regaining oxygen back into
his lungs. There's no filter right now.
Jon feels Damian's arm subtly pressing against his back and leans in closer,
their bodies flush together. Jon's heart nearly stops when he hears Damian's
whisper. He's not sure how to respond so he settles for a quiet, "I love you."
before diving back into the kiss. He's on top of Damian now, impossibly close
and kissing. Jon lets the reality sink in for the third time that night. We're
kissing oh my god we're kissing...! Jon opens his mouth slightly, nipping at
Damian's bottom lip gently.
Damian hopes he's doing okay. He really hasn't.. Kissed someone like this
before. But Jon acts like he's had practice.
His heart soars, hearing those three words. he loves me.. Jon loves me and for
a minute Damian hopes he doesn't go into cardiac arrest. He can feel Jon's
heartbeat through both of their shirts and it's unbelievable.
There is a very audible gasp from Damian feeling a soft tug on his pink lips.
Jon snickers softly as he hears Damian gasp. He's unsure and desperate but heck
if that's gonna stop him from enjoying this moment. Everything is perfect and
Jon moves one of his hands to Dami's hair. He cheekily sneaks his tongue into
Damian's mouth as he gasps, taking advantage of his open mouth.
Damian feels so many things at once: A soft, pale hand in his hair making him
purr with happiness. Can I do that? Purr? that's the only way he could describe
the noise he was making, but it was slightly muffled by Jon's tongue in his
mouth. How sneaky... He thinks.
Only when he's fully out of breath does Damian crane his neck away from Jon,
gasping.
Jon's heart flutters with delight as he hears and feels Damian purring against
his mouth. Jon feels the warmth leave his mouth as Damian pulls away to catch
his breath, gasping for air. Jon nuzzles Damian's neck as he catches his
breath, feeling his chest heave beneath his own. "Mmh," Jon hums against
Damian's neck, breathing in his scent.
"I love you too," He forgot he didn't even say it back. His breathing slows
from a pant to heavy breaths, wincing slightly. His weak spots were around his
neck and shoulders and the warm huffs of air coming from Jon weren't helping.
Just so long as he doesn't kiss there... I can contain myself. but part of him
wants Jon to his his neck, below his jaw. Damian twines a few strands of Jon's
hair between his fingers. He'll never look at his hair the same way again.
He'll never look at Jon the same way again.
Jon feels warm and fuzzy as he hugs Damian close, feeling his breaths slowly
even out. He feels Dami twitch slightly as he breathes against his neck and
smirks mischievously. He slowly, teasingly, presses his lips against Damian's
neck and anticipates the response.
As hard as he tries, a whimper escapes past his lips, and he feels his leg
intertwine with Jon's, pressing them together more. "Don't you dare.." He
warns. 'Warns.' There was supposed to be an edge to his voice but it came out
tasteless and without reason. wait what if he doesn't do it now
Oh no, that's hot, is Jon's first thought as he hears Damian whimper and shift
beneath him. Jon chuckles from Damian's reaction and empty threat, planting a
few more gentle kisses on his neck before gradually making them more intense.
Soon he's sucking and biting at Damian's skin, carefully not breaking it but
not being quite as gentle as before either.
"I love you," Jon murmurs against Damian. Finally! I can say it without
worrying. He feels a huge burden being lifted off his shoulders and he says it
again. And again. "I love you. I love you."
Damian takes in a few low breaths, trying his best not to groan. The kisses at
his neck we're getting deeper and harder, teeth ghosting over the tender skin.
Now I have to cover that up.. Thanks a lot, Jon
He nuzzles his nose into Jon's hair, attempting to hide the strangled noises
bubbling their way out of his mouth.
"I love you, Jon," Damian's voice had dropped a few octaves, giving it a coarse
but silky tone. He slightly chuckles at the words being repeated over and
over.. But he loves it all the same.How long has this been bottled up inside
Jon?
Jon presses a few more kisses into Damian's jaw and neck, reveling in the small
noises he made at every bit of contact. He feels his heart beat faster when
Damian answers his many "I love you"s with one of his own, his voice deeper and
much more... sexy sounding than he was used to. He hopes Damian doesn't notice
the way his breath picks up at the sound of his voice. He stops kissing Damian
for once, pulling away just a bit so their faces are inches away from each
other. He's beautiful, Jon thinks, beaming from ear to ear. He's beautiful and
he's mine!
Damian's eyes flutter open from the lack of soft lips against him, and is
staring directly into a deep void of blue. His heart feels like it stops,
basking in the intense gaze he was receiving. All he's ever wanted to do was
just stare into his sapphire eyes, wondering how amazing it would be. No words
could describe how the starlight played off of Jon's handsome face, the shadows
giving him a whole new ambience. He's all I ever wanted and more. What have I
done to deserve him? Do I even deserve him?
Jon gazes into Damian's emerald green eyes, similar thoughts rushing through
his head. It's so overwhelming Jon begins to chuckle, and before he knows it
he's laughing heartily and can't stop. "Oh my gosh!" Jon manages through barely
contained giggles. "What will our dads say?"
He looks confused at first, but then he realizes it too. Damn.
"Well," Damian begins passively, "Father would never forgive me if you did
this-" glances down to his neck, where he can spot several hickeys. "And I
didn't do anything about it." He ends with his voice turning low and gravelly,
his lips turning into a smirk.
Abruptly, he flips their positions so Damian is over Jon.
"Whoa!" Jon gasps as Damian flips them over, not even bothering to attempt to
stifle the noise. He suddenly finds himself staring up at Damian instead of
down. The boy's face is now a lot more shadowed and the light from the moon
silhouettes his body perfectly. He feels cornered and safe and warm and he
loves it. Jon smiles, bringing his arms up to wrap around Damian's neck. "Show
me what you got," he replies flirtily.
Something like a fire ignites in Damian's chest, looking down at Jon, still
smirking deviously. He brings the back of his hand up to Jon's cheek rubbing
softly against him. He dips his head to mask the wide grin he wore on his face
before placing gentle kisses right where his jaw meets his neck, before moving
down to his collar bone, sucking and nuzzling the tissue. "R'soft," Damian
draws out the word as much as he can, trying to get a reaction out of the body
under him.
"Mm..." Jon hums softly as Damian kisses his neck and collarbone. He shifts
back a little, silently signaling to Damian to sit up. Once the pressure is
gone from his chest he takes off his shirt and discards it on the beach,
leaning back so he's lying down again.
Damian sits back, feeling very much deprived of warmth, and his eyes widen when
Jon tosses his shirt out of reach. He's seen Jon without a shirt on before.
Heck, he's seen him in his boxers. But now it's different and he can't help but
start furiously tugging on his shirt collar, trying to force it about his head.
He then flings it right beside Jon's and stares. He just stares. Because god,
Jon looks hot without a shirt.
Jon is staring at Damian's bare chest as well, a slow blush creeping over his
cheeks. He wraps his arms around Damian's torso this time, pulling him closer.
"You're amazing," he says breathlessly and without shame, because it's the
truth and Damian needs to hear it.
He lets himself be pulled closer to Jon, taking in his words. In the back of
his mind, he knew that wasn't true. Jon has seen horrible sides of Damian
Wayne... Disgusting, horrible, terrifying sides.
He doesn't know what came over him, but he bows his head and whispers ever so
lightly; "Why don't you think I'm a monster?"
Jon may be brash and not the smartest kid in the world, but he's can... sense
what people are feeling. And right now, Damian is feeling unworthy. Jon wants
to make him feel like he's worth the entire world- because he is to Jon. So he
cups Damian's face in his hands gently, looks into his eyes, and says
confidently, "Because you would never try to hurt me."
Oh no, He already feels his vision blur, and a singular tear drops off of his
dark eyelashes, rolling down the side of his cheek.
"I-I love you.. So much.. I don't think you will ever know how much you mean to
me, beloved." Damian chokes out the sentence and he feels more tears form. But
through it all he's smiling.. Those were happy tears, he decided.
Jon smiles bittersweetly, swiping his thumb over Damian's cheek to wipe the
tears off his face. He slowly and gently moves to hug Damian, encasing the
smaller boy in his warmth and rubbing soothing circles on his back until the
tiny spasms die down.
"You are my sunshine," Jon begins singing softly, still rubbing Damian's back.
"My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away..."
Damian internally hums the song, fearing if he makes another attempt to talk
he'll keep crying. He hadn't heard that in a very long time.. Jon's voice was
silky smooth, calming and warm. He loved it.
He looks up just as Jon stop's singing, bumping their noses. He stays like
that, staring into Jon's eyes, not saying a word. They didn't have to, Damian
was content with listening to Jon's heartbeat. He blinks quickly a few times,
getting the last tears out of his eyes. "Beloved," he call's Jon that again,
placing a small kiss on the tip of his red tinted nose.
Jon smiles as Damian kisses him on the nose. That was really cute ahhh, Jon
mentally screams. The pet name "beloved" sparks an idea in his head, and he
grins mischievously. "What if I called you my little prince?" Jon laughed,
breaking the silence for a good humored joke. At least, that was what it was
supposed to be. Jon had no idea that the pet name would stick for the rest of
their relationship.
He turns his head to the side, confused. Little Prince? At the name, he rolls
his eyes. "If you call me that in public, Kent, we're going to fight." He
throws on a lazy grin, peppering teasing kisses on Jon's cheek, chin, forehead
and neck. All just missing his lips..
"I'm older than you.. I'm not 'little..'"
"You're little to me," Jon laughs, patting Damian's head for effect. "You're
what- 3 years older than me? And I still tower over you by half a head!" Jon
puts on his best pouty face as Damian continues leaving small kisses all around
his face. "Stop it, you tease," Jon scolds, leaning forward to chase Damian's
lips.
"Says the half Kryptonian.." He mumbles, letting Jon pat his head. And for
that, he dodges when Jon reaches for a kiss. "You're not being nice," he sticks
out his tongue at Jon. Infuriatingly, he did have to tilt his head to fully
look Jon in the eyes. Oneday Damian would hit his growth spurt.. Hopefully. And
would scoop Jon up in his arms saying i told you so.
***** Bullied (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jon is bullied by some kids at school for being queer and attempts to
     hide his injuries from Damian during a mission.
     Trigger warning: Homophobic slurs in the first section but after that
     it's clean.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Damian
"Hey!" A familiar voice calls out to Jon from behind him. Jon sighs. Not this
again. He attempts to keep walking, ignoring the boy's shouts. Jon feels a
sharp tug on his backpack and suddenly he's on his back, flat on the ground.
The boy stomps down on Jon's stomach hard, drawing all the breath out of him.
Jon fights all his instincts screaming at him to fry this kid with his heat
vision and instead grasps the boy's foot, pulling it out from underneath him.
"Leave me alone," Jon demands, standing up and turning to walk away again.
As soon as he turns he bumps into another boy, just a few inches taller than
himself. "Where do you think you're going, fag?" he spits, sneering. Jon hisses
as he's grabbed by the arm and thrown to the ground again. He attempts to get
up, but as soon as he does there's pressure on his back.
"Stay down," the first boy warns. Like hell I'm staying down. Jon makes a move
to turn over, but the second kid anticipates this and pins his arms to his
sides.
Suddenly there's a hand in his hair, pulling, and Jon can't help but cry out as
his head is yanked back painfully.
"We're gonna make you wish you were never born, princess."
 
"Master Damian," Alfred's voice echoes through the bat cave. Damian turns away
from the batcomputer, closing a few case files and spotting Alfred and Jon at
the upper level of the cave. "Master Jon is here." Damian nods, motioning for
Jon to come down. Jon smiles warmly to Alfred, who disappears back to upstairs
while Jon makes his way down.
"I have an eventful training day ahead of us. You may be the Boy of Steel, but
you also seem to be incapable of keeping your invulnerability at the worst
times. Set your stuff down and get changed." Damian starts to wrap up his right
hand and wrist from a burn he had gotten 2 nights ago on patrol.
"How was your day?" He decides to ask. That would seem normal enough. He was
genuinely interested, and Jon seemed awfully quiet which was definitely out of
the norm.
Jon gulped. He was never really good at lying. Hopefully he could dodge enough
questions for Damian to not be too suspicious. It would be difficult to get
through two hours with him though... "It was good. How was yours?" Jon kept his
answer simple. He didn't trust his mouth at the moment.
He sighed, choosing to ignore the fact how weird the younger was being.
"Solving cases that are 'impossible' to solve. I did some reading.." He slides
across the sleek floor in his black socks, reaching for his boots. "Also,
Grayson showed me a shady looking phone he found. Traced it back to the south
side of Gotham. He wants us to check it out," he snickers. "If you're up for
it."
"Always," comes Jon's reply, trying to smile and realizing it probably looked
fake a moment too late. Crap- now what? Jon just chuckles nervously to hide the
smile, mentally punching himself in the face. Stupid stupid stupid
Damian slowly walked over to Jon. Something was off, and he was about to find
out. "Jon," he says gently, eyes wandering to his scraped hands, up to a bruise
under his chin. what the--
"Are you okay?" It sounds more soft than he means it. He's demanding Jon to
tell him. He didn't have the right to keep things from him. To lie.
Noooo ohmygod he's walking over to me crap what do I do- Jon freezes as
Damian's eyes study his body. Please stop please please please Jon flinches
when Damian asks if he's okay, despite how softly it's said. "Y-yes. Yeah, I'm
okay. Just tired." Jon ducks his head and tilts his hands so the bruises are
less visible. Just please go away, I don't want to talk about this. Knowing
Damian, he'd probably press Jon for information until he gave it. Jon tried not
to panic under Damian's steady gaze.
Damian could read Jon easy. They had been working together for over a year and
a half now, and he knew Jon was scared. What? Why was he scared?
He's getting impatient now. But Jon looks tired, there are dark circles forming
under his blue eyes... There wasn't that usual sparkle in them, which concerned
him. "You should be getting at least 9 hours for someone your age.." He gives
Jon one last, long, concerning stare and then walks past him to grab his
compression shirt.
Jon nearly passes out with relief as Damian passes him, following him into the
aircraft. Jon takes his seat beside Damian, fiddling with his seatbelt. This is
good. This is okay, Jon tells himself, straightening up. I'll just finish the
mission with Robin and then I'll get to go home and we can pretend this never
happened. Jon still can't bring himself to talk, though. He decides to sit in
silence, closing his eyes to make Damian think he really was tired. Which he
was, actually.
Damian entered coordinates, occasionally stealing a glance of the boy next to
him, so tired. Damian couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt stab his gut,
knowing he was probably the reason Jon was so tired.. He was doing this for him
though. He was training Superboy to be the best he can be.
But still..
They landed a not long after they took off and he unbuckled himself, lightly
nudging Jon. "Are you coming?"
Jon was surprised to find he had dazed off a bit, only shaking himself awake
when he felt Damian nudge him a little. "Oh, yeah! Sorry." Jon steps out of the
aircraft, observing his surroundings as Damian had taught him. He could see a
few spots of heat from inside the building, definitely coming from people.
Granted, not that many people. This should be easy. Jon listens for any hints
of danger next. Just the sounds of people shuffling around and a few handling
guns. "About one dozen and a half men, some armed," Jon reports.
He pulled up the building image from Nightwing , looking through the layout. 11
floors and a basement. He motioned for Jon to follow him as they entered the
building quietly. Damian's nose crinkled in disgust. "It reeks of cigars." He
decided to follow his instinct, going to the heart of the smell, leading them
to a small room with a round table with multiple mismatched chairs around it.
This is not aesthetically pleasing, Jon thinks as they enter the room, his
eyebrows drawing together at the sight of the ugly chairs, all different colors
and materials. Jon let's Damian lead as always, ready to defend his partner
should trouble come. "What exactly are we expecting to see here?" Jon whispers.
He grabs out his birdarang, ready to strike. "Secret entrance, behind that
wall. We might be breaking up a drug or trafficking deal." His eyebrows knit
behind his domino mask, getting into a ready position. "Listen in on their
conversation," He offers. Jon seems very sluggish, he better step it up.
Jon listens to the men behind the wall carefully.
"Look, either I get the money or you're gonna have a bad time," comes the
gravelly voice of one of the men.
"Really? I'm gonna have a bad time? Look around ya, buddy. You ain't goin'
nowhere."
"They're just arguing," Jon says. "They don't know we're here."
 
Damian nods, already at the wall, rigging small explosives to it, then going
back to Superboy. "Should be enough to startle them, then we get answers." He
explains the ambush and then holds up 3 fingers.
3, 2, 1
BANG BANG
The explosions blew a hole into the wall, bringing startled men to the ground.
"Now!" He yells, charging into the room, fighting off two guards, kicking and
slicing with his birdarang.
Superboy is right behind him, punching one of the men through a wall and
tossing another right with him. Jon feels something abruptly jab him in the
ribs and suddenly he's screaming his heart out, feeling the power of 1,000
volts shake him to his core. All his injuries from earlier that day flared up,
and he can't concentrate on anything but the searing pain he's experiencing
everywhere.
Damian hears a scream from Jon pierce his ears above all of the cursing and
shooting. He presses to his ear, opening the coms: "Back up! We need back up!
Nightwing? Red Hood? Come in?!" He's desperately yelling, while twisting a
man’s arm and flipping him over on his side into another goon. Damian spots the
man who hurt Jon and charges full force at him, slashing at his legs and
punching him square in the nose. Hopefully the cops should be arriving, but
until then he has to get Superboy out of here. More and more men start to block
the exit but Robin throws a smoke bomb, knocking them out with swift blows to
the head. "J-Superboy?" Damian yells, looking over to the younger.
Jon is on his knees, whimpering and clutching his stomach tightly. He tries to
stand, hearing the chaos around him and urgently forcing himself on his two
legs. He collapses against the wall, unable to stop the sobs of agony from
escaping his throat. J-just stand up- you can do it! Don't be such a baby.
Robin slides under a weak punch thrown at him and jabs the man's lower back
with his katana, seeing a free opportunity to get to Jon. "We are leaving," he
states, grabbing Superboy's sleeve and tugging it around Damian's shoulder,
letting himself do most of the work of lifting the boy. "Superboy, stay with
me, we have to get out-" he grits his teeth knees slightly buckling forward
with the added weight, but he then regains himself starting to move faster
until they are at the stairs. He shoots his grappling hook up the stairwell and
lifts them up to the window they came in through.
As soon as the pain fades in the slightest, Superboy tries to carry his own
weight, limping with Robin to the bat jet. He lets Robin lift him into his seat
and groans in pain, eyes screwed tightly shut and head tilted upwards slightly.
"I'm- I'm s-sorry," Jon manages through clenched teeth and shaky breaths. He
can still feel warm tears trickling down his face, but he wipes them away
stubbornly, winching when the movement causes the pain in his ribs to flare up.
Damian starts to search for the first aid kit, throwing it into the controls in
a frantic hurt. "Stop, you'll make it worse Jon.." He's trying not to panic as
he put the jet to autopilot mode, getting them out of there quickly. Why was
Jon sorry? I'm the one who threw him out there knowing he wasn't at 100%..
He unzips Jon's jacket and decides to just cut the shirt off of Jon so he can
get to the wounds without having Jon move too much. He takes gauze and alcohol
and starts to rub as gently as he could at his friend's wounds. There was a lot
more brushing than he thought.. No way those bruises formed that dark within
the 10 minutes it took them to get out of there. There were so many bruises and
little cuts.. "Oh my god, Jon. What happened?" he almost gasps.
Jon could only shake his head, trying to still his hiccups. "I-I'm sorry," he
says again, a little more steady this time around. "Please..." Jon trails off,
realizing what he almost said. "I'm sorry," Jon repeats, attempting to draw
Damian's attention away from his slip up. I'm always slipping up... Jon thinks
despairingly.
Fearing for the worse, Damian carefully turns over Jon's bare arms and inspects
his ribs. Hopefully nothing was fractured or broken, but there was a nasty
bruise to prove otherwise. What the hell happened to him? Why didn't he say
anything?!
"Jon," he says, voice overflowing with concern. "Can I look at your back? There
might be wounds.." But he mostly just wants to look more at the bruising. Jon
looked like he had fallen into a pit of rocks and sticks. Damian finished
wrapping the younger's arm and looks at him in the eyes. He looked so sad.. so
conflicted.
Jon nods silently, turning over to give Damian easier access to his back. He
takes a shaky breath, mentally preparing for the many questions Damian was
probably gonna ask him. He sniffles and wipes his face, getting rid of the last
of his tears. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I caused a mission failure
and made Damian worried. Jon glares at the floor of the aircraft, furious at
himself for letting this happen.
His hands softly ran over Jon's back, feeling multiple lumps. He had been hit
with something, he determined.
"..Jon--" His voice cracked feeling a flinch come from Jon when Damian went to
a deep blue and purple bruise. "--sorry.. if I'm hurting you.. I'm going to
clean the last of your wounds and rub muscle cream on you. Is that okay?" His
hand brushed away a few sweaty strands of jet black hair from Jon's neck. He
fills a ziplock bag he found with cold water from their water bottles and
places it over the boy's neck. He could tell Jon was overheated and needed to
cool off.
I'll ask questions later.. Jon needs my care as of now.
Jon nods again, sighing as Damian presses the cold water to his neck. Some of
the tension in his muscles relax, and his glaring tones down to a blank stare.
He fiddles with his hands, letting Damian treat his injuries passively.
Damian circles around Jon once he's done patching him up, stopping to look into
his eyes. They looked fine. Hurt, sad, nervous but physically fine. "Does your
head hurt? Are you nauseous? Do you remember your pet's name?" He asks
frantically, remembering that Jon could have a concussion. I must sound so
stupid, my lack of medical knowledge shining bright like the sun.
"A little, no, and Krypto," Jon replies. He sounds so smart. Jon can't help
thinking fondly, despite the situation. "Don't worry, Damian. I'm fine." He
smiles for effect and somewhat succeeds in making it look at least a little
sincere.
He sighs, relieved. "We are almost to the manor, where Alfred can help you more
than I can," mumbling a little defeatedly, he pads over to his seat, retrieving
his water bottle and hands it to Jon. "Drink, and when we get to the manor,
drink some more."
He "doesn't" turn faint pink when their hands slightly touch. He then turns
quickly back to the controls.
Jon drinks from the water bottle obediently, turning it in his hands for the
remainder of the ride. I'm gonna tell him the truth, Jon decides. When he asks.
He deserves to know... Jon's heart speeds up a little at the thought of telling
Damian everything, but he steels himself anyways. I'm the Boy of Steel. I can
handle this.
Damian is tapping his foot, anxiety building up in him. What was Jon keeping
from him? What had happened? Why wasn't he notified? Did Jon not trust him?
He lands the aircraft and shifts in his seat, contemplating his words.
"Jon, what happened to you..?" He finds himself saying it a little shortly, but
only because he can't take waiting any longer. He figured Jon was okay enough
to talk now, and Damian felt he needed to know. His green eyes gaze back over
Jon's (still shirtless) body. They land right above his eyes, almost hidden in
his wispy hair, a small reddish purple bruise.
"I-" Jon feels his heart leap into his throat. Crap- this is a lot harder than
I thought it'd be. "Some... kids. I uh, got a little beat up after school
today."
Did I just hear that?
"You -- what?" He feels his blood start to boil and Damian already wants to
punch someone. "A-a little?!" He stands abruptly, fists clenched at his sides.
No. No, I hope I heard that wrong. Jon looked like a damn rainbow. He's been
seriously hurt.
Jon flinches despite knowing Damian wouldn't hurt him. He got a little
frightening when he was angry, even if it was on his behalf. "There were four
of them. I-I couldn't throw them off without my superstrength being revealed."
Jon avoids Damian's eyes nervously. "I'm sorry."
His fists unclench, after seeing Jon flinch. Oh crap.. he thought, slowly
crouching down beside the vulnerable boy. How could anyone ever hurt Jon? He
was funny, kind, caring..
"Why are you sorry?" Damian whispers, eyes narrowing but not in a harsh way. He
looks up at Jon, silently pleading for the boy to meet his gaze. 4 against 1
was certainly no challenge for Superboy.. but Jon took the beating. It made
Damian sick to his stomach.
Jon was completely sure if he so much as looked up at Damian's face, he'd start
bawling. "I didn't do anything. If... if you were there you'd have stood up for
yourself. And I screwed up the mission. If I hadn't-" Jon stops talking for a
moment, desperately trying to smother his nerves. "I let you down."
Shockingly enough, he figured Jon would say something along those lines. That
Jon was at fault for these cruel bastards picking on him. "But Jon.. we're
different because.." he began sighing, realizing Jon was not going to look at
him. Damian could tell he was fighting back tears so he placed a hand over
Jon's, reassuringly. "Heavens only knows what I would have done to those..
jerks. I can't do that. You.. you're humble. You'll take it.. because.. you
feel like you have to. I don't think I could do that." He knows his words were
probably confusing, but there was a flutter of pride for Jon in his chest.
Jon stares at Damian's and his own hand in shock. Without saying a word, he
leans forward and hugs Damian, resting his face on his chest. "Thank you," Jon
says tearfully, voice barely above a whisper.
Damian is frozen with surprise, but accepts the hug, but trying not to press on
Jon fearing he would hurt him. "I have one more question.. if you don't want to
answer that's okay.." he pauses and looks down at the head of messy raven hair
under his chin.
They hurt his Jon.. not 'my' Jon.. he reminds himself. They hurt his friend.
His partner in crime.
"Why did they beat you up Jon?"
"They... knew I was, I am, um..." Jon hesitates, though he's not sure why. He
trusts Damian with his life. "Queer," he forces out, still hiding his face from
Damian's view.
Something in Damian's chest flutters and breaks at the same time. Jon is being
hurt because of who he is.. he must feel so unwanted, different, weird and like
a disgrace.. all things he wasn't.
"Jon-" Damian wants so desperately to hug him tighter, unable to control the
affecting seeping out of him. He can't bring anymore words out, they won't
come. Oh no, what do I say? Why can't I say anything?
Jon let's himself rest in Damian's arms for a moment. Now there's only one
secret between us... Jon breathes in sharply, pulling away from the embrace to
look Damian in the face for the first time the entire mission. Little do you
know... I have a huge crush on you.
Damian's heart starts to sink deeply when Jon pulls away, feeling ultra guilty.
He has to let Jon know that he doesn't deserve that. That he's perfect the way
he is, that he's beautiful, that Damian accepts him.
Suddenly, he has Jon's hand in his own and he's pulling him close and before he
can even second guess himself, his lips are on Jon's.
It's very sloppy, and Damian's nose bumps into the one in front of him. But he
slowly grows more passionate and confident in the kiss, pushing up on his
tiptoes to better level his lips with Jon's soft pink ones.
Jon makes a sort of gasping sound as Damian's lips crash onto his own, frozen
in place for a moment. What- what the hell is happening? Jon doesn't let
himself think about it any longer, kissing Damian back before he changed his
mind. His arms are still wrapped around Damian's, and his grip tightens
slightly as the kiss continues.
A surge of confidence makes Damian wrap an arm around Jon's neck, the other
round his slim waist pulling himself closer to Jon. He needs to know how much
he matters. How amazing he is. How wrong those people were for ever hurting him
Damian pulls away after a few more long seconds pass, breathing in the shared
air between them.
"Jon.. don't let anyone tell you that you're a.." he chokes on words, not even
wanting to speak them. After a few seconds he starts again. "You are Jonathan
Kent. You are beautiful. You are brilliant and amazing. You are perfect how you
are, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again."
Jon is melting in Damian's arms. There's warmth everywhere and Jon feels all
the stress and sadness and pain from the day wash away. Damian pulls away and
Jon looks him in the eyes the entire time he's speaking. He feels an
uncontrollable giddiness bubble in his chest, and he smiles at Damian when he's
done. I can't believe this is happening. Jon's head is swimming and he hears
himself say, "I love you." And then the warmth is back and Jon's eyes close
peacefully.
Damian gives a "Mmph" before nuzzling his neck and kissing him very softly, as
if he isn't even kissing him at all. "I love you too. I love everything about
you. You're perfect to me. It doesn't matter what anyone else says.." He says
softly right below Jon's ear. Jon shall be mine, and I will protect him from
the cruel of this world.. he tries to keep his mind from thinking about
everything he will do to the homophobic creeps who had beaten Jon.
Jon can only smile, cheeks beginning to burn from the overuse of muscles in his
face. He squeezes the smaller boy tight, careful not to break any bones. "Just
do me a favor. Don't beat 'em up too bad. They don't know what they're doing."
Jon grins slightly. "But hell if they're gonna get away with messing with us."
Damian smirks mischievously, eyes half-lidded. "I wouldn't be surprised if a
certain Robin paid them a visit.." A warm grumbling hum forms in his throat,
kissing Jon's lips and slightly nibbling on his bottom lip. "But later. He's
busy right now."
***** Trauma (Bluepulse) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jaime and Bart both have thoughts to work out after Blue Beetle is
     taken off mode.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jaime
     SAS as Bart
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bart felt like the weight of the world was off of his shoulders.
More like the fate of the world.
When Blue Beetle was put on mode, the speedster almost completely mentally shut
down. This is it, he thought. The end of the world. But somehow, Zatanna worked
her magic-literally- and Jaime was back, Bart's best friend was back, and he
was almost overwhelmed with dozens of emotions all at once.
They were back at base now, everyone noticeably less tense and winding down for
bed. But Bart couldn't come off of his adrenaline high, and was stuck to wander
the old warehouse.
Jaime couldn't sleep. How could he, with hundreds of thoughts swarming through
his mind all at once? He had a massive headache, and the horrible feeling in
his gut didn't make him feel any better. The teenage superhero was seated on a
couch in one of the small side rooms in the warehouse, hands clasped together
and armor still on.
Khaji Da's voice cut through Jaime's thoughts abruptly. "You should sleep,
Jaime Reyes. It is not healthy for you to be without rest for extended periods
of time."
Jaime pointedly ignored the parasite, studying his hands instead. Besides, he
didn't want to wake any of his friends replying to the scarab.
Suddenly, Jaime hears a pair of footsteps from behind him.
"The Impulse approaches," Khaji Da informed their host.
The auburn haired teen speed walks his way down the hall, trying to wear
himself out, and repeatedly phases through the walls and objects in the base.
Maybe if I get some fresh air I'll feel better, he walks through one of the
walls into a side room heading for the door that lead to the crisp night air
but stops short, halfway to the door, seeing Jaime in full Blue Beetle armor
sitting on the couch. In a surprised (not scared, Bart decides) way the younger
teen yelps slightly and stumbles backwards, hitting his elbow on a metal
support beam. He holds back a loud groan and bites his lip, inhaling sharply.
Jaime stands up abruptly and spins around, the armor peeling off his face and
revealing wide, concerned eyes. "Bart!" He rushes forward, hovering around the
speedster but not touching him. "Sorry, did I scare you?"
Something inside Bart feels guilty for freaking out so bad, but another part of
him was still scared on-edge. He suppresses a shake of his head, the hair
falling into his eyes. "I- uh no. You just--I wasn't expecting you to be here.
Up. I guess," He responds weakly and rubs his elbow, trying his hardest not to
flinch away from Jaime. What's wrong with me? It's just Jaime!
"Sorry," Jaime repeats. I may not have scared him, but I certainly startled
him, he reasons, noticing how Bart stammered nervously instead of talking in
his confident, impulsive way. Jaime stares concerned at Bart's elbow. "Are you
okay?" Jaime reaches his hand out towards the younger boy.
Bart steels himself and let's himself know it's okay.. Blue won't hurt you.. he
wouldn't do that.. dontrundontrundontturnawayohgod
"I-I'm fine," A good attempt, but boy did it sound fake, even to himself. Bart
knows it was probably only a bruise, and would feel better in a little bit. "It
doesn't even hurt," His voice starts to sound more stable, like he wasn't about
to have a panic attack anymore, which was good.
"Good," Jaime says, touching Bart's elbow gently before letting his hand fall
to his side. He wishes he had kept his face armor on so his expression was
harder to read, but no turning back now, he supposes. His dark brown eyes study
Bart's face passively. I'm so glad you're not hurt. That your face isn't scared
or bruised and that I didn't... kill you. Jaime can't say it out loud so he
settles for an awkward, "Where were you heading?"
"I uh, couldn't sleep. Hyped up on adrenaline still I guess!" He gives a small
smile, putting his mask up. Bart points his index finger towards the door. "I
was gonna get some fresh air." A small sigh escapes his lips, as he feels
himself slowly become less tense. Jaime wouldn't hurt me. Jaime is my friend..
he cares about me.
"What were you doing up?" Bart offers, fully curious as to why Jaime was up. He
wasn’t even really doing anything, by the looks of it. After all he's been
through, you would think he needed to sleep.
"Just... lost in thought." Jaime replies. It's not really a full answer, but
there's tension between the two of them and he doesn't want to tell Bart
everything yet. Jaime wonders if taking a walk and chatting with the speedster
would help relieve some of the tenseness. He hopes so, because he wants to fix
everything he did to Bart, including ruining their friendship. "Mind if I join
you outside?"
He nods, deciding not to press for more of an answer. Bart may have been the
impulsive, touchy speedster who knew no boundaries when it came to personal
space, but he understood if Jaime didn't want to talk. He was left staring at
the elder's tired, worn face that still had a soft, warm glow to it despite
everything that had happened.
"Yeah! W-well I mean, no I don't mind. I mean.." an audible 'huff' eacapes his
lips and a very light, embarrassed pink settles over Bart's now puffed out
cheeks.
Jaime feels a tug at the corners of his lips at the sight of Bart's face. He
tries to fight it, but a small, amused smile is left on his face. That is
adorable. "Thanks," Jaime says, sincerely grateful for the company. He gestures
to the door. "Shall we?"
Bart gives a small 'yes' and walks in front of Jaime to the door, trying
desperately to get the raspberry tint off of his cheeks. What was he smiling
at? He wondered, typing in a security code into the lock that would insure no
alarms would start to blare once they opened the heavy door.
Jaime lingers behind Bart while he opens the door, following him outside. Not
until they're fully outside does he step forward to walk alongside the younger.
The moon is bright and curved into a slim crescent shape, casting a low glow on
the scene around them. There are a few lights around the warehouse, but other
than that it's pretty dark. Jaime trudges along in silence before diving right
into the conversation they were probably both thinking about. "Hey, I'm sorry.
For uh, hurting.. you.”
Bart's heartbeat noticeably increases when the teen starts to walk closer, so,
internally freaking out he lets him do so. stop getting so worked up
nothingsgoingtohappen But then he almost gets his wish, heart nearly turning to
stone hearing Jaime's apology. Stop being sorry Blue.. pleassse stop being
sorry..
"It's okay her-man-o.. it wasn't you, okay?" It came out entirely too sad, when
it was supposed to be lighthearted, to break the tension.
"Thanks," Jaime says out of instinct, not really meaning it. He knows it wasn't
him. He knows that. Yet somehow, there's still a pit of guilt in his gut. The
Reach made him hurt and nearly kill his friends. They almost killed Bart. Jaime
is suddenly very scared, even though he knows the threat of an alien apocalypse
is gone. I almost killed Bart. Jaime nearly stops walking, but forces himself
to maintain the speed at which Bart was walking. "I almost killed you, Bart."
Jaime looks into Bart's sad eyes and feels hopeless.
Suddenly Bart feels slightly motion sick, and stops walking. He feels dark
chocolate eyes pour onto his face, studying him, begging him to say something
to make it all better. He reaches out his pale peach hand for Jaime's shoulder,
lightly giving it a soft squeeze before looking into the teen's intensely
gorgeous eyes, not wavering when he says; "That wasn't you Jaime. I don't blame
you. This wasn't your fault. And--" his voice drops an octave, becoming
slightly quieter, and unsure. "--I already came back here and did what I needed
to do. It wouldn't have mattered if I died. This was about saving the world,
the future. You."
Jaime feels his stomach churn at Bart's words. "It would've mattered," he says
hastily. "I don't think..."Jaime trails off, at a loss for words. "You are the
world to me. If you died, I don't know what..." Jaime chokes on his words and
stops talking, attempting to calm down. There's stinging in his eyes and
suddenly his vision is blurred with tears. He refuses to let them fall.
Bart feels his bottom lip start to quiver, knowing these words were really
coming out of Jaime's mouth. He bites down on it and feels a slight copper
taste at the front of his tongue. "You.. you can cry Blue, I-I'm not going to
judge you or anything," his breathless, tearful laugh is strangled by a hiccup
and he's fighting to keep the smile on his face.
"H-how am I, a scrawny, annoying, weirdo,"
Unattractive, stupid, weak.
He blinks hard, and doesn't open his eyes until he's sure a tear won't fall.
"Crazy-as-hell kid like me your world?"
Jaime is angry. He's angry at Kahji Da, he's angry at The Reach, and he's angry
at every damn thing that convinced Bart that he was worthless. And most
importantly, he's sad. He's sad for Bart. "Don't say those things about
yourself," Jaime says fiercely, the tears building up more in his eyes at the
sight of Bart tearing up as well. He feels a surge of fury and protection over
the speedster, and stares into his face, adorable as ever and still roundish
with baby fat. I love him, Jaime admits to himself. Then he says it out loud,
because they're already sharing all their secrets so why the hell not. "i love
you, that's how."
The younger teen is awestruck. He literally has no idea what to do, or say, or
think. He has heard people say it before. His mom and dad loved him, Barry and
Iris loved him, Joan and Jay loved him. But hearing it from this amazing,
handsome, sweet as sugar human being made Bart lose it.
Hesaidhelovesme
Bart whimpers and feels himself choking on sobs, and reaches out for Jaime
because he just wants a hug, and he slowly starts to unravel, tears streaming
down his face. "Y-y-you d-d-don't.." he wanted to believe him, he really did,
but he just couldn't fathom someone like Jaime Reyes loving and caring for Bart
Allen. It seemed impossible. "W-wh-" he coughs out a low, strangled cry, voice
cracking, and he feels the tightness in his throat only worsen.
Jaime's heart breaks and beats and implodes all at once. Bart is crying, hard,
and reaches out for a hug. Jaime takes him into his arms without a second of
hesitation, squeezing firmly. I'm here, and I will never let you go, Jaime
thinks, eyes flashing with determination. Jaime let's the bugsuit fall away
until he's in his hoodie and jeans, holding Bart tight. Spasms wrack his tiny
body as he sobs, and it breaks Jaime's heart. There are tears rolling down his
face now too, but he refuses to let out a single sound. “I love you,” he
repeats.
The warmth envelops him and he feels safe, and welcome, and protected and
loved. Bart clutches his fist into the soft material of Jaime's hoodie, taking
into the sweet scents deep within the fabric. He nuzzles his wet nose into the
elder's collarbone and continues to let the tears fall down his face, by then
the sobs slowly start to dissipate. "Do you really love me?" He doesn't really
question the fact that Jaime loves him, it's more of he wants to hear it
again".
Jaime leans away, taking Bart's face in his hands and looking into his
beautiful green eyes. And then he kisses him, gently and awkwardly but
passionately all the same. When he pulls away Bart is gaping and Jaime smiles.
"Does that answer your question?"
The speedster's breath is taken away from him by soft lips against his own, and
he finds himself feeling a longing for the touch, now wondering how he had ever
lived without it before. Then Jaime pulls away, and Bart's remembers to
breathe, but is still dazed and wants more.
He nods quickly, tears still slightly in his eyes, mouth wide open in awe, and
starts to slowly smile, light pink lips turning upwards.
Jaime sighs, pressing his forehead against Bart's. He feels more at peace
already. All the thoughts and questions in his mind died down to a quiet
whisper, and his eyelids suddenly feel heavy. He yawns and closes his eyes,
breathing in Bart's subtle but sweet scent. We should cuddle and sleep on that
couch together, Jaime thinks abruptly. So he forces his tired eyes open and
moves his hands from Bart's face to his hands, cupping them gently. "We should
sleep," he says, hoping Bart is thinking the same.
Bart feels Jaime's head resting on his own, and he sighs blissfully, chest
rising and falling contently. This would never get old, he decides and perks
his head up, cheeks flushing when the Hispanic teen's hands cup them. Bart
suddenly realizes how tired he was and nods obediently, pressing his lips
together to hold back a yawn. "Okay," he says voice softly above a whisper.
"Can I sleep with you?" He says innocently, long eyelashes sweeping over his
emerald irises.
Jaime smiles the widest he has in the past crazy month. "Of course." Jaime
holds Bart's hand all the way into the warehouse, eyes half-lidded. He lays
down on the couch first, back pressed against the cushions, and let's Bart
crawl next to him. Jaime hugs him tight, resting his chin on Bart's head, his
soft hair tickling his neck. "I love you," Jaime murmurs before closing his
eyes.
Bart snuggles in close to him, curling into his lap contently. His heart
fluttered quickly, and he somewhat giggles, but his sleepy tone drowns it out,
so it's a small murmur. "I love you too," Bart's hand blindly finds Jaime's and
he interlocks their fingers, closing his heavy eyelids.
Chapter End Notes
     Then Tim finds them the next morning and shows the team the many
     pictures he took. M'gann puts up a bunch of them on the fridge and
     doors of the warehouse and Jaime is very flustered but Bart is just
     amused.
***** Harassment (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jon gets harassed by a few boys at school and Damian is there as
     always to kick their butts. (Plus Jon getting very devious at the end
     there)
     Warning: Attempted rape/non-con in the beginning!
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Damian
     SAS as Jon
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jon's foot tapped against the tile floor, bored to death in his geometry class.
Thankfully, it was the last class of the day, then he gets to go home. Well,
training with Damian, then home--even though the Wayne Manor was practically
his second home. Jon spent his afternoons there and even had a guest bedroom
for himself, next to Damian's.
"Jon?" His teacher's voice cut through his thoughts and his head swiveled in
her direction. Everyone was leaving, so he hurriedly packed his stuff and
started out the door. Strange, he felt eyes on him all the way walking down the
hallway to his locker. He puts in the combination, shoving his textbooks and
folders into his book bag. He then slams the door shut, and almost gasps seeing
a group of 3 guys leaning right beside Jon's locker. He recognized them from
his classes but He couldn't remember their names.
"Hi Jon," said the one closest to Superboy. Jon offers a smile, still a little
surprised. "There's going to be a party at my place tonight. You should come,
and bring anyone you want." The boy, who is close to Jon, smirks at him, and
Jon sighs slightly.
"I can't actually, I have pre-existing plans. Sorry," Jon starts to walk off
but hears footsteps behind him, so he turns his head and the 3 boys are in fact
following him.
"Come on Jonny, it'll be fun." One to the right says. "Kyle even got drinks."
He gives a mischievous glance to the guy who had been previously talking to
Jon.
"I'm 15." Jon states, weaving through the crowd hoping to loose them. But
there's a slight tug on his backpack and he's pulled backwards. "Aww come on
Jon don't be such a pussy." Kyle says gripping hard into Jon's shoulder. "Let
go of me," Jon says, shrugging himself away, and heads out the front of the
school. But as soon as he turns the corner, one of the guys is grabbing his arm
and Jon yelps. "Learn to have some fun Jon," He then feels a hand grab his butt
and the raven haired teen whips around in total shock. "D-did you just??"
Sometimes when Damian was bored he'd go to watch Jon at school. Not really in a
stalker way but just to see how he was doing and if he was okay. If anyone ever
picked on him Damian would drop out of the sky and gorge their eyes out of
their sockets and maybe break a bone or two.
Today, Jon definitely was not okay. Damian watched as a group of guys followed
him out of the school building. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but Jon
looked very uncomfortable which made Damian's blood boil. Then one of them
grabbed Jon's arm and butt and Damian swore he saw red.
He stood up abruptly from his perch on a building close by and shot his
grappling hook to a ledge just above the harassers, dropping down beside the
group of boys.
"Get away from him right now before I kill you," Damian says, eyes blazing and
feet spread in a fighting stance.
Jon, still in shock, was trying to tear himself away from the boy's grasp,
until he hears the familiar -- very pissed off -- voice of Damian Wayne, in
full Robin attire.
"Who the hell are you?" Kyle spits, regaining grip on Jon and giving him a hard
squeeze to the arm, to which the teenager whines and grits his teeth to keep
from crying out. "And he doesn't belong to you, so fuck off!" One of the other
guys grab Superboy's other arm, who was struggling and desperate for his body
to be released from their grasp, and he was probably bruising now.
As soon as Kyle stops talking(thank God), Damian punches him in the face and
solar plexus, knocking all the air in his lungs out. He swipes his leg under
the other boy, watching in satisfaction as he falls backward onto the cement,
letting go of Jon in the process. Damian yanks Kyle's hand behind his back and
slams him into the ground, placing his foot in between his shoulder blades and
pressing down hard with his heel.
"People like you shouldn't be allowed to walk on this earth," Damian growls
into his ear, pulling on his arm until there's an audible pop.
Jon is a little forcibly thrown from Kyle as he falls and hits the wall beside
them hard, a small 'oof' escaping his lungs.
After a couple seconds, Jon can see Damian on top of Kyle, and Jon could tell
even without using his x-ray vision on the domino, that something murderous
flashed in the eyes of Robin. Oh shit Damian, don't hurt him too bad
Jon regains himself until his arm is snagged by one of those greasy jerks and
he's being pulled, and Jon is yelling and kicking the whole time. Okay, he's
asking for it.
Jon punches with his left hand into the boy's cheek and with his superheating
he tells something in the boy's jaw shifted, so he stops and only kicks the boy
down. "Creep.."
Damian let's go of Kyle's arm as he screams, lips curled into a snarl. "Never
touch him- or anyone for that matter- again. You hear me?" Kyle seems to be in
too much pain to answer, but Damian punches him in the face anyways. "You hear
me?"
"Y-yes," he answers, terrified.
"Good. Now fuck off before I get tired of your face and rip it off your
head..." Damian steps off the kid and he blindly runs as fast as he can away
from the furious boy. The other kid Damian tripped earlier had fallen on his
head and was knocked out cold.
Damian turns to Jon, who has the last boy on the ground. He strides over and
kicks him, sending him a few feet backwards. He scrambles to his feet and books
it as well. Damian snorts, watching him go with his nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Are you okay, Jon?" Damian asks, turning to the younger boy.
Jon was traumatized. He really was, he felt violated and vulnerable and
exposed, he felt terrible. Endless amounts of showers wouldn't wash away the
feeling of dirtiness and disgust these boys made him feel. What if Damian
hadn't shown up? What would have they done to me if-
Ignoring Damian's question for the moment, Jon starts to run off a bit and he
hunches over on himself and vomits right there. The stinging bile in the back
of his throats made it hard to breath, and if that wasn't enough, he could feel
himself starting to cry, tears starting to pool over his eyes, and they fall
onto the ground over top of Jon's lunch.
Damian's eyes widen as Jon throws up and begins to cry. He swiftly reaches into
one of his utility pockets and pulls out a handkerchief, crouching down to
gently wipe the vomit from his chin and nose. Damian let's Jon cry, sitting
beside him awkwardly. Shit, what do I do now? Is there something you're
supposed to do when someone is crying like this?
"I-I-I'm sorry, I should have done som-somethin n s-stood up for myself.."
Jon's voice comes out choked and ugly sounding, but he knows Damian won't care.
He knows Damian wouldn't laugh. He gulps hard, trying to will the burn in his
throat away. The Boy of Steel wipes his eyes, leaving little wet tear stains on
his sleeve.
Damian frowns, staring at Jon with concern and a bit of confusion. "Don't be,"
he says, tucking his handkerchief away. "I guess that's what I'm here for, huh?
Defending your gentle ass when people bug you..." It's meant to be a joke, but
Damian trails off nervously. He hopes Jon doesn't take it the wrong way.
'Your gentle ass'? Jon gives a laugh, but it's cut short by a few dry coughs
and he presses his lips together to try to quiet himself. Once he stops
coughing he tries again, quieter this time. "Defending me," He agrees. There's
just something about the way he said it.. so kindly.. that I like. That he'll
always protect me. And Jon feels that feeling you get in your stomach when you
see a really cute puppy and does that mean he's going to throw up again?
"Thank you D--Robin," he corrects himself quickly.
"It's no problem," Damian says with a smile. Or a smirk. Godammit I hope that
looks like an actual smile this time and not a shit-eating grin. He holds out a
hand to Jon, standing up.
Jon almost flushes pink under Damian's mischievous looking smile, and takes the
older's gloved hand into his. Once he's up, he smoothly slings his arm over
Damian's broad shoulders and innocently looks at him. "Could you help me walk?
I still kinda feel.. sick." Jon musters the most groggy voice he could-- it
wasn't a lie exactly. He did still slightly feel sick to his stomach, and he's
sure he couldn't exactly move around the best. But he mostly just wanted
Damian's support. Jon did feel a tad guilty for that, knowing he was fully
capable of walking on his own but wanting Robin to help him.
Damian freezes for a moment at the sudden closeness of the situation, but
slowly wraps his arm around Jon's waist. "Of course," he manages. Maybe I
should- Damian sweeps Jon off the ground and holds him bridal style.
The younger feels his feet being taken out from under them and he instinctively
wraps his other arm around Damian, with a small gasp of shock. Oh, so this must
have been how Dami felt when I did that to him-Well, maybe not the same what I
feel right now.
Jon can feel that familiar burst of warmth in his stomach, but he's completely
sure he's not going to puke, but instead a giggle is sent up his throat from
deep within him. His eyes widen and he slaps a hand across his mouth, face red
with embarrassment.
Damian gives Jon an amused look when the giggle escapes his mouth. That was
cute. "Where do you need to go?"
Jon thinks for a moment then says "I dunno," almost shyly, arms still wrapped
tightly around Damian's neck and shoulders.
Avoiding Robin's gaze, he answers with a hushed, "We can still go train at the
Cave?" Knowing no one would be listening to them, but you could still never be
too cautious.
"Yes," comes Damian's simple answer. He carries Jon to a more private area,
then puts him down for a moment (although still with his arm around his waist)
to call Alfred. "He'll be here in 20 minutes," Robin informs Jon, tucking the
phone away. Now we've got 20 minutes to kill.
He nods, getting giddy with anticipation. "Sounds good," Jon almost wishes they
had more time. He needs a solid 5 minutes to contemplate his life choices, and
3 more to figure out what he should do. That only leaves 12 minutes to act.
Should I make the first move? What would I do? Kiss him? I'm a pretty bad
kisser--
Then Jon sighs, a realization hitting him. He doesn't even know if Damian feels
the same way about him. For all Jon knew, he was just some Kid Brother to
Damian..
"Jon?" Damian says quietly. "If anyone tries something like that again, please
tell me. It is my duty as a leader and your partner to make sure you are at
your top physical and emotional condition." Right. Top condition. Nice excuse.
Something in Jon's heart sinks down low, and the small smile that was held at
the corners of his lips dropped. He was doing this because he has to. Because
you'll always be partners. I'm so stupid! Well, at least I didn't kiss him. Jon
must have been reading Damian all wrong, and now the boy was very confused.
"I will.. hopefully there won't be a next time.." He says quietly, withdrawing
his arm from around Damian, taking a few steps then sits himself on the ground,
drawing his knees up to his chest.
Damian watches as Jon's expression falls and he withdraws from him, bewildered.
He looks so crestfallen Damian goes the extra mile to sit beside him, placing a
hand over Jon's gently. "Did I... Say something wrong?" Damian frowns. "I'm
sorry."
No it's just I'm confused as to if you like me or not and I'm too pussy to say
anything "N-no!" Jon assures him, trying desperately not to stare at Damian's
hand over his. Great okay now he's back with the touchy-ness. What's going on?!
The boy internally sighs. "I'm- im uh," he searches for an excuse of some sort.
"I'm a little shooken up still?" He begins, still not daring to look up at the
teen beside him. "I- I just.. why did they do that Dami? They were gonna.. they
would have.. oh god Dami what were they going to do to me?" His voice cracks
but he doesn't think he has tears left to cry.
Damian feels a surge of relief knowing that he was not the cause of Jon's
distress. His relief is short lived, however, and soon gives way to anger.
"Some people are just douchebags," Damian says, a fire in his soul. He takes
Jon's face in his hands and looks him in the eyes. "I will never let anyone do
that to you. Okay?"
Jon's heart starts beating really, really fast, feeling heat from Damian's
hands and igniting thousands of sparks in his stomach. "Ohkayy," Jon says
staring into Damian's damn beautiful eyes, his smile returning to his lips.
"You really care about me, huh?" Jon blinks his long, dark lashes over his
crystal blue eyes few times trying ever so desperately to make himself more
attractive. That was so clichè. Really?? Batting of the eyelashes? I really am
going to die alone.
Damian blinks, realizing how close their faces are, and subsequently blushes
lightly. "More than you think." He notices Jon's eyelids flutter up and down a
few times, drawing his attention to his long eyelashes. ...Is he doing that on
purpose? Diabolical.
Would I be a bad person if I teased him? He ponders on the thought for a
moment. He must be teasing me too..
Jon scoots his body closer to Damian's not taking his determined eyes off of
the pair in front of him. Two can play at that game. Jon bites his bottom lip
slightly and squinted his eyes a smidge. "Really?" He says not hints of any
sort of deviousness to his tone; only an innocent question. Drawing this out as
long as possible would be hard. But if he controls himself, and all goes to
plan, he'll have Damian asking.. pleading for kisses.
Damian's brain shuts down as Jon leans closer, their faces now centimeters
apart. He barely registers the younger's question, responding a few seconds
late. "Y-yes." It's a stupid answer, but Damian doesn't- can't- care with Jon
so close.
With his eyes half-lidded, he can hear a car about 20 seconds out. Alright
Jonny, you can do it. Tease him good. He thinks, encouraging himself, as he
sloooowly brings his face closer to Damian's, tilting his head so he's coming
in slightly from the side, and stops literally right before their lips touch,
noses brushing together. "I think Alfred is here," Jon whispers lowly, and
pulls away abruptly, standing just as the car came into view. "Maybe later~"
Jon glances over at a bewildered Damian.
Damian's eyes flicker from Jon's eyes to his lips as he leans closer and
closer, transfixed by his intense stare. Suddenly he pulls away, and
overwhelming disappointment leaves Damian breathless as Jon stands up and makes
a remark about Alfred arriving. Damian can't move for a solid few seconds,
unsure if this was some cruel prank the universe was playing on him. What did I
do to deserve this, he finds himself thinking as he forces himself on his two
feet, feeling dizzy. 'Maybe later...' Damian was going to get his turn later,
that was for sure.
Chapter End Notes
     What's this? Damian's not the cockblocker for once? Huh.
***** Harassment Part 2 (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Alternate title: Training Session
     Warning: Sexy times ahead (don't worry no penetration happens but
     still)
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Damian
     SASas Jon
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The whole ride back to the manor must have been agony for Damian. Jon thought,
smirking to himself. Some part of his mind wondered who this new Devious Jon
was and what he did with the shy, innocent Jon.
Jon's mind thinks back to only a few minutes ago, his lips brushed against
Damian Wayne's, a feeling of strange satisfaction flooding over him pulled
away, with only two words: "Maybe later~" And then stood, striding to the car
and got in.
Now they were pulling into the manor, and Jon can feel Damian's green eyes
following his every move as he slowly started to unbuckle his seatbelt.
Damian forces himself to get out of the car at the same pace as Jon, studying
every movement and gesture. He only looks away for a moment to thank Alfred
politely, and then his gaze is locked back onto Superboy. They walk in silence
to a more private place, sexual tension thick in the air.
Jon was practically humming to himself, walking down the long hallway, not even
bothering looking over his shoulder to make sure Damian was following him. Jon
knewexactly what he was doing when he stopped at the door, only taking a second
to meet the elder's lust-struck gaze. God he looks hot.. He broke the eye
contact not even a second later, opening the door to Damian's room, and he let
himself right in without a single word.
Damian follows, closing the door gently behind him and turning back to
Superboy. Not a second later and Damian is on him, desperate for some form of
contact and trying to chase Jon's soft pink lips.
Jon can't hold back his gasp, as they stumble back into the bed. But he isn't
done teasing, and only gives Damian closed-mouth kisses and small pecks on the
cheek. "Eager?" The younger smirks a shit-eating-grin, opening his eyes,
letting them gaze upon the desperate boy in front of him.
Damian growls, eyes flashing. He decides not to respond, instead bringing Jon's
hands above his head and holding them in place as he tries to get any reaction
from him. Damian let's out a noise of frustration when nothing works, and sits
back on Jon's torso, straddling it.
Jon lowers himself onto the mattress, propping himself up with his elbows,
looking up very pleased with the little sounds of frustration coming from
Damian. His sky blue eyes rise up mischievously, and Jon licks his lips. He
slowly, ever so slightly rolls his hips upwards.
Damian gasps as a sudden pressure is pushed directly onto his crotch. "Fuck-
" he curses, steeling himself by propping both hands beside Jon's face. He
lowers himself slowly, pressing another kiss onto Jon's lips and rolling his
hips downwards to meet Jon's.
A low, throaty groan presses out of his mouth as he chases for the soft lips,
lusting for their touch. Jon can't contain himself anymore, and he sits up so
Damian's long legs are wrapped over his waist, and his butt in Jon's lap. He's
hands find Damian's hips and his thumbs rub soothing circles into the fabric--
goddamn that fabric, Jon thinks, growling a bit.
Damian parts his lips and flicks his tongue forward, into Jon's mouth. He can
feel Jon getting sloppy and desperate, and he grins into the kiss, pleased by
the turn of events. Damian tugs on Jon's shirt, a silent signal for him to take
it off.
Jon almost chokes on the whimpers coming from himself, but obediently removes
his hands from Damian's hips, bringing his shirt up and over his head, and
shake back and forth, attempting to get the dar strands out of his eyes.
"C'mon.." Jon cranes his neck upward, needing the boy's mouth back on his.
Damian leans back cruelly, looking way too pleased with himself. "Ah ah ah," he
teases, pressing Jon away firmly and gesturing to his pants. "Don't forget
those." He scoots back, off Jon's lap, to give him room to discard the
clothing.
His whimper is audible this time as he's pushed back and he glances down at his
now empty lap, and obediently reaches for the zipper, pulling down slowly and
tugging on the side of the jeans until they come down past his crotch, and Jon
seems to 'give up', looking back up at a very smug Damian. Pull my pants off,
Dami He can't even form the words, just a low grumble of his voice.
Damian sighs like a disappointed mother and reaches forward to pull the rest of
Jon's jeans off him. Only when they're tossed to the floor does Damian accept
more of Jon's advances, crawling back into his(now mostly bare) lap and tugging
on his long black hair as he's kissed.
As Jon kisses Damian's soft wet lips, he resumes rolling his hips up, softly
groaning into the boy's mouth, fantasizing the elder taking his clothes off for
Jon, but he'll let Damian stay in control right now, because it's not like he
was complaining: soft hands running through his hair, soft tugs steel him as he
sucks on Damian's bottom lip.
Damian tries to match the pace at which Jon is moving his hips, thrusting down
when he pushes up to maximize the stimuli. When he feels his pants getting
tight, Damian pulls his hips back and away from Jon's. He pushes the younger
back down onto the bed and shuffles backwards until his face is right by Jon's
crotch. Damian looks up at Jon, eyes sparkling as he presses his tongue into
the fabric of his boxers.
Jon's back arches, moaning quietly. "F-fuck Damian.." His eyes follow down to
where the boy's pretty little face was buried in his midsection. If he wasn't
aroused before, he sure as hell was now, and his nails dug into the sheets,
anticipating what's to come next.
Damian revels in the noises coming out of Jon's mouth, tugging down his boxers
slowly and revealing his hard-on. Damian swipes his tongue over his lips before
planting little kisses along the shaft and rubbing the base with one hand, the
other gripping Jon's waist.
Pleasure-filled gasps fill the air, as Jon's heartbeat picks up some at the
contact. His hands find their way to Damian's hair, happily stroking the dark
strands, as Jon bit down on his lip almost hard enough to break the skin.
"Nnngh" The strangled sound leaves his lips heavy with arousal, and his eyelids
flutter closed, already imagining Damian's soft pretty lips wrapped around his
length, and makes himself hum.
Damian trails his kisses upwards, reaching the tip already leaking with precum.
He flicks his tongue out, tasting the bitter liquid for the first time. Its
bearable, he concludes, enveloping Jon's length with his mouth slowly, as to
keep himself from choking.
Jon uses every ounce of willpower in him not to thrust just hips forward, so
instead keeps a steady pace with Damian's insanely slow bobs of his head. Thats
hot, he decides, concluding that the slow pace let him bask more in the heat of
the moment. "O-oh s-sh-shit!" He says breathlessly, chest heaving, feeling
Damian start to deep-throat. "D-don't choke.." he teases, flashing a grin, eyes
still closed.
Damian takes steady breaths through his nose, focusing on pleasuring Jon. With
every bob of his head, Damian swirls his tongue at the tip before hollowing his
cheeks the rest of the way down. He hums softly, sending vibrations up Jon's
length.
Taking a few shaky breaths, Jon opens his eyes a little to watch Damian's head
move up and down. It was probably the hottest thing he's ever seen. Holy shit
he acts like he's done this before.
But while Jon was practically naked, Damian was still fully clothed in his
Robin uniform, with the exceptions of his gloves, mask, cape and boots. As much
as Jon wanted to see the Robin get undressed, something was strangely sexy
about it. Then, Damian starts to hum, sending waves of pleasure to every inch
of Jon's body and he snatches a pillow from behind him shoving his face into
the fabric to muffle his moan.
As Jon unravels before Damian, he feels his member throbbing almost painfully
in between his legs. He grinds down on the mattress subtly, confident Jon
wouldn't see him with his face stuffed into a pillow and all. When Damian see's
Jon's legs begin to quiver, he removes himself from his cock, a bit of dribble
running down his chin. He licks it away and tugs down his pants hastily, breath
coming out in low pants. He fishes out his own length, and it pops out fully
erect. Damian hovers over Jon, contemplating his next move.
Jon was still breathing heavily into the pillow, not daring to toss it until he
could regain himself again. He was painfully close, but Damian pulled off and
he made an irritated groan, still muffled by the cushion. He finally removes
his sweaty face from the fabric, hair damply sticking to his forehead, and
nearly gasps at the sight of Damian with his own boner in hand. Jon sits up a
bit, staring at Damian eyes half barely open. He takes the elder by the hips,
sitting him between Jon's trembling thighs.
"What do you want me to do?" Damian asks, voice low and husky. It was a genuine
question he wanted an answer to, but it was very easy to make it sound lewd and
sexy. His green eyes flicker up to Jon's blue ones and he grins predatorily for
extra effect.
Jon sucks in a breath of air, eyes filled with lust. "I uh.. I want us to jack
each other off, and I want you to kiss me hard," He says very quickly, voice
hushed and unsure. Maybe that was too blunt.. Jon looks up at those green eyes
that always seemed to take his breath away, and he planted a small kiss on
Damian's cheek.
Damian doesn't need to be told twice, reaching for Jon's length and pressing a
hot kiss onto his lips. He flicks his wrist expertly, touching all the spots
he'd learned felt good when he got himself off alone in this very room. The
thought made his mind swim with arousal.
Forgetting how to function for a minute, Jon let's Damian's tongue explore his
mouth and he gives a throaty moan in appraisal. His hips are rocking with the
pace of the Damian's hand, and he reaches for the other's member, running his
thumb over the top and moving his wrist up and down to the base. Damn, he's
big. With his own thoughts giving him more confidence, Jon reaches with his
free hand to grasp onto the other boy's butt, pulling them flush together.
Damian groans into the kiss as Jon begins to stroke him as well, eyes
fluttering shut. He feel's Jon's hand on his butt, closing the small amount of
distance between them. Jon rubs Damian's tip and his back arches, pleasure
shooting up his spine, "Jon!" he gasps, breaking the kiss briefly to throw his
head back, panting. He speeds up the pace on his own jerking, the familiar
feelings of release beginning to form in his abdomen.
Jon's now red lips are practically dripping with pleasure as he chases after
Damian, planting wet kisses on his neck, sucking lightly. "R'so fucking hot,"
He whispers lowly right below the other's ear. He know's Damian's close, and
Jon is to, but he slows his hand down, giving long, hard, drawn out strokes the
boy's length. Jon's hips buck forward when Damian speeds up the pace and he
moans lowly, breaths coming in and out short and quick.
Damian has his hands in Jon's hair, tugging gently as he sucks and kisses his
neck. His lips are parted as he gasps shakily into Jon's ear. "Ngh-! I'm
close!" Damian jerks stutter as he releases into Jon's hand, moaning and
pressing his hips forward to ride out the intense orgasm. "Ugh, fuck, Jon," he
groans softly, the waves of pleasure dissipating.
Jon digs his nose into Damian's neck, breathing heavily as his vision starts to
blur and a sudden warmth bursts through his entire body and he was sure he
cried out the boy's name. He brought his body forward and tugged Damian closer
to himself as he came. "Dami-- f-f-fuck!" Jon's voice went low and raspy,
gasping for air. He opened his eyelids kept fluttering, not sure if they wanted
to stay closed or open. Jon hums and plants more kisses on the precious tan
skin. "Oh my God," He manages, finally regaining his bearings but still panting
madly.
Damian collapses onto Jon, relaxing into the steady patterns of his breathing
and heartbeat. He sighs and tilts his head so he can kiss Jon's jaw. "Where did
that come from?" he asks breathlessly.
He wraps his arms around Damian protectively, and shrugs, letting out a small
laugh. "Dunno.. you just.. turn me on I guess?" Jon nervously chuckles and
presses kisses into Damian's hair taking in his earthy scent. The teen happily
sighs adding, "aaand the tension was getting too much for me. It’s been months
now.." He quietly tangled his long legs with Damian's.
"Hmm," Damian hums, hugging Jon close as well. "Well, I think that would
qualify as a training session, don't you? It certainly was as exerting as
one..." He pushes Jon back onto the mattress so they're lying down, still a
tangle of limbs. "In fact, I think I could go for a nap..."
Jon smiles sweetly, and maneuvers them slightly so they're under the thin
sheets (granted that Jon is still naked and so is Damian from the waist down
and it would suck if they were walked in on) "Yeah, that was some training," He
muses, snuggling close to him.This is us now.. this is really happening.. I'm
with Damian Wayne..!
Damian is sure he's dreaming. His head is intoxicated with Jon's scent and all
around him is Jon's soft skin. And when he opens his eyes, Jon's are right
there to greet him. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up, Damian
decides, dozing off peacefully, enveloped in Jon's warmth.
Chapter End Notes
     Tim finds them sleeping together, screams, and runs to tell Bruce.
***** Sick Day (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jon tries to hide his fever from Damian. Spoiler alert: he fails.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Damian
     SAS as Jon
     Sorry for the long wait with this one! Catchy was away for a week for
     vacation and school started, so updates will happen a lot more
     sporadically. We already finished the next one and just need to start
     editing it. In the mean time, enjoy!
Jon feels terrible.
For a multitude of reasons, actually.
Jon's had a splitting headache all day and he can't really figure out if he's
hot or cold. It's weird, he thinks, because he was freezing in gym class today
but burning up in science? At lunch the very sight of food made him want to
puke which started to concern him. He never skips lunch! And when he Jon went
home that day after school, he was up almost half the night tossing and
turning. He couldn't figure it out! Jon thought he was dehydrated or something,
so he kept a waterbottle with him the next day at school but he still felt like
crap.
And now he feels bad because Damian was already on his way to the farm to pick
Superboy up to a patrol, even though his stomach feels like it going to launch
out of him at this very moment. But he wasn't about to let Robin come all this
way only to hear his partner in crime say "I'm sick, I'm taking the night off."
Because Jon knew Robin would reply with a stern; "Crime never takes a night
off, suck it up buttercup." And they would be off to protect the streets from
said crime.
Damian had arrived at Jon's house precisely on time and knocked on the door. As
soon as he saw Jon he knew something was off. His eyes looked tired and droopy,
and his nose was unusually red. Is he sick? Can Kryptonians even get sick?
Damian decides to ignore it. If Jon could be bothered to get fully dressed in
his uniform and greet him, he could perform a simple patrol. "I hope you're
ready, Kent. We've got a long night ahead of us, as usual."
"Always ready!" He tried to hide the slight rasp on his voice by perking up and
offering a smile to the boy in front of him.
Jon waves goodbye to his mother who was looking mighty unimpressed because she
too knew something was wrong. But with her husband being Superman and all, she
knew that duty calls and the least she could do was leave some cough drops and
a few Tylenol for her superhero son. Jon had great fully took a handful before
Damian had gotten here and shoved them into one of the pockets on his suit.
When Robin turns around to head to his motorcycle, Jon pops a watermelon
flavored one into his mouth, relieved by how it lessened the itch at the back
of his throat.
Damian swings a leg over the seat and puts on his helmet, a big yellow R posted
proudly on the front. He takes Jon's helmet (a large S on the front) and hands
it to the younger.
Jon hops on behind the elder while taking the helmet and slipping it on over
his dark shaggy hair. "I still can't believe you got me my own helmet Dami,"
Superboy says with a chuckle, scooting closer as he wraps one arm around the
boy's waist for support.
"Don't flatter yourself, Kent. I only did it because we're partners, and
Robin's partner needs his own helmet." Damian revs the motorcycle and takes
off, heading down the lonely country road to Gotham City.
He hums in amusement thinking to himself how 1: Jon was invulnerable, 2: Damian
wouldn't have bought it if he didn't care and if it was "only because they were
partners" but Jon decides not to press further. He does somewhat wish he could
have the helmet off because his nose was already stuffy and this wasn't
helping.
Damian turns abruptly from a major street into one of Gotham's many alleyways
and parks the motorcycle. He takes Jon's helmet as well as his own and tucks
them safely in the storage compartment in the back.
"Computer, return home," he commands, and just like that the vehicle forms a
hologram rider, backs out of the alley, and heads to the bat cave.
Without pausing for a beat, Robin fixes his glove cuffs and shoots his
grappling hook over the rooftops.
Superboy leaps off the ground and flies up the building beside his partner
while fixing his atrocious helmet hair. "So, where to tonight? Anyone break out
of the Asylum today?" He asks very nonchalantly, well aware that that could be
the case. This is Gotham after all, but he wasn't nearly as nervous being in
the city as when he first came here. Especially since he has Damian to guide
him.
"Not today," Damian replies. "But there have been reports of plant growth
spreading rapidly from the sewers. I expect Poison Ivy to be behind it."
Poison Ivy.. doesn't she have a friend? What's her name.. He gingerly lands on
the rooftop and takes a few steps. His head was pounding and he was almost done
with the cough drop in his mouth so it was hard to think. "Haily?? Oh wait no,
Harley. That's it. What about her? Don't they usually work together?" Jon turns
back to look at Robin and he feels the tickle at the back of his throat worsen.
Dont cough don't cough.
"Yes, they do usually work together. No one has seen Harley but we must assume
the worst in every situation..." Damian peers over the edge of a roof, spotting
the main entrance to the Gotham sewer system. He drops down, pops open the lid,
and jumps in, hitting the ground with a splash.
With a nod, he follows right behind Robin underground to the horrid stench of
the sewers. Taking a few steps, he scans the area, vaguely aware that his nose
was running. He brings his sleeve up and wipes at it miserably and continues
walking on. "No one is in here, but those plants are giving off some sort of
heat. Weird. There's some blocking off the tunnel up on the left." He reports
with a somewhat strained voice (like how you talk when your nose is plugged.
His basically was.) feeling suddenly very warm and sweaty even though he hadn't
even done anything yet, and before that he was freezing from his fever. "Are
you hot Rob?"
Robin notices Jon's strained voice but assumes it's due to the revolting smell
of sewage. At least he's not complaining. "Yes, I am feeling a little warm.
Hm..." Robin pauses to consider their options for a moment, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. "What do you say we 'poke it with a stick'?" he suggests,
gesturing to the blocked tunnel and drawing his sword.
"I would laugh, but I think you're serious." Nevertheless, Jon gives a slight
chuckle and waves a hand to the plants. "Well, go ahead.. but if that thing
sprays something, it's your fault."
Damian grins and runs at the thick vines, slashing through them easily. They
fall to the ground, liquid oozing out of them; other than that there seemed to
be no immediate effect.
Jon goes to sigh with relief but sneezes harshly, ice coating the ground below
them. His eyes widen and he gasps, not really knowing that would happen.
"Shoot."
Damian turns around abruptly, staring at the newly formed ice spikes sticking
out from the ground. "...Did you just sneeze?"
As soon as he opens his mouth to answer another sneeze starts, and he sneezes 4
times in a row and after he was done he had a sort of confused look on his
face, wondering if there was more to come. He brought his sleeve up once again
to wipe his nose--which was red and freezing cold-- and sniffled a bit.
Damian's eyebrows are knitted together now. "Do I need to send you home?"
"N-no--" he winces, voice mostly giving out mid sentence.
Damian strides forward until he's face to face with Superboy and removes his
glove, firmly pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. "You feel
very warm, Jon." Robin retracts his hand, slipping on his glove, and studies
his partner's face. He looks tired and... mostly miserable, really. He frowns
at the sight.
For the moment of contact, Jon eases into the relaxing hand that was cool and
comforting. As much as he just wants to flop on a couch and try to rest, he
can't when there's a threat looming over Gotham. "It's my duty--our duty--to
stop the crime, and crime doesn't take sick days." he turns away abruptly to
cough, growling afterwards because that wasn't helping his case at all.
"Kryptonians don't get sick." Right? "It's nothing."
"Maybe. But you're half human, and humans definitely get sick." Damian's
concern only grows when Jon has to stop talking for a moment to cough. Still,
he can't help but feel proud of the young Superboy for wanting to stick it out
and finish the job.
He slightly sticks his bottom lip out in a pout and frowns. "So what? Tons of
kids still go to school sick! ‘Cause they have to.. annnnd now that I think
about it, that may be the reason I got sick.." he cups a hand around his chin
and recalls back to hearing that a bug was going around, but Jon didn't think
anything of it because he didn't think he could get sick. I mean, it makes
sense.. "But whatever right? I don't want you going against Harley and Ivy
alone! I won't let you." Jon thoughtfully places a hand on his friend's
shoulder, assuring him that he'll keep to his word.
"Hm." Damian stares at Jon a little longer, calculating his options. After
determining Superboy looked much too ill to contribute to the mission in any
way, Robin picks him up bridal style and begins walking back the way they came.
"I'll just call Nightwing. He's always free."
A slight gasp leaves Jon's lips and he furrows his brows in frustration. "No
Dami--Robin! Ugh, put me down! We're gonna finish the mission and i-i-i-ACHOO!"
he gives way to a (embarrassingly) high pitched sneeze and covers his mouth,
blue eyes wide. "Ughh thith thucks.." he says through his red, stuffy nose
which he buries into the front of Robin's cape to regain warmth.
Damian chuckles, setting Jon down gently once they reach the exit so he could
climb the ladder. He sends a quick text to Nightwing and presses another button
to summon the motorcycle again, tucking the device away into a utility pouch.
"C'mon," Damian says once they're both above ground. He gets out their helmets
and hops onto the vehicle. "I can take you to the Bat Cave's infirmary."
Jon slightly rolls his eyes but reluctantly puts his helmet back on and slides
in right behind Damian, wrapping both arms around him and leaning his head on
the teen's back. "Mmhm mkay.." he grumbles coarsely, black lashes fluttering,
threatening to close. Just stay awake a bit longer.. don't make this harder on
Damian.
Once they reach the Bat Cave a few minutes later, Damian scoops Jon up and
carries him to the infirmary, careful not to jostle him around too much. He
lays him down on a couch and searches the cabinets for some medicine. He hands
Jon a box of Advil, Kleenex, and takes his temperature while he's blowing away
into the tissue. "103 degrees Fahrenheit," Damian reports, almost impressed.
"How did you get through school like this?"
"I'm tougher than you think," Jon forces out with a sniffle, taking the tissues
and using about 10 of them in less than 30 seconds. "Could you get me a glass
of water Dami?" It comes out as a strained whisper and it hurts to even say the
few words but he gives a small smile. It's nice to know he cares this much..
"Apparently," Damian replies, setting the thermometer down on a side table.
Damian runs off to the kitchen and comes back with a cold glass of water,
handing the drink to Jon while he sits down next to him.
Fumbling for a few seconds with the cap to the Advil bottle, he shakes out two
of the small circular pills and downs them with his water, wincing as the cool
water feels like it pierces the back of his burning throat. It feels good for
about a second but then the uncomfortable feeling returns and he chugs the rest
of his water but gains no relief. "Like I said earlier, this sucks."
Damian's neutral expression doesn't change, but he does take off his domino
mask and cape, setting them down beside him. "Need anything else? Food? Sleep?"
"I think sleep would be good.. but'm a little cold..and my whole body hurts..."
Even after closing his eyes and relaxing, his muscles ached with what he
assumed was his body fighting off the virus or bacteria or whatever was making
him feel this way. Jon scoots closer to Damian, wanting to feel the elders
warmth and soothing touch again. "Can you.." and even with his fever, he tried
to pinpoint what words to say that wouldn't make this awkward. "C-can I.. lay
with you?? I don't want to get you sick, so it's okay if you say no."
Damian considers this. It wasn't so much getting sick that he was worried
about, but the intimate contact with Jon. Wasn't sleeping together something
couples did? I suppose we are partners in crime... And Jon's large, tired eyes
would be impossible to say no to anyways. "Sure," Damian says simply, standing
and carrying Jon to his room. He lays him down gently, peeling off his tunic
and boots and crawling in beside the other under the cool, silky sheets.
"Your bed is comfy.." Jon thinks out loud drawing his legs up near his chest ,
curling into a slight ball after he had been set on the bed. Jon never knew
Damian could be so.. gentle.. it made him smile at the thought, but he couldn't
quite place why..?
Damian's gaze sweeps over Jon, studying his messy hair and half-lidded eyes. He
feels tired all of the sudden, despite being fully alert before. Perhaps Jon's
weariness was rubbing off on him.
"Sorry for ruining the mission," Jon's eyes lift up to green ones that appeared
to be somewhat antialiasing his. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." He smiles
sweetly, truly grateful for the care he'd received from his usually stern
partner.
"I'll still make it up to you though.. we can go to the movies or lunch or
dinner.. we can go kick some villain butt.. whatever you wanna do, batboy." He
whispers, closing his eyes and 'subconsciously' reaches his arms up from where
they were curled on his chest to Damian's. He's the best. Dunno what I would do
without him.
Damian hums thoughtfully, face heating up a little when he feels Jon's hands
rest themselves on his chest. "If you insist." He shuffles closer hesitantly,
slowly wrapping an arm around him.
Jon opens an eye to find how close he and Damian were. He felt himself warm up,
mostly in his face and stomach but wasn't sure if it was just him or the firm
yet comforting arm around his back. Oh gosh, this fever must be getting bad the
boy thought worryingly. (How oblivious) So Jon, not wanting to be breathing
right into Damian's face--because he was still trying his best not to get the
elder sick-- shuffles slightly and wedges his head under the teen's chin.
Closer than ever.
Damian feels overwhelming warmth everywhere, and as he breaths in Jon's sweet
scent, he can't help but bring his hand up a little more until it's resting in
Jon's fluffy black hair, petting gently. His eyes flutter closed peacefully.
As soon as Jon allows himself to close his eyes once more, he immediately lets
sleep pull him under, not once waking until early morning sunlight leaked
through the dark curtains in Damian's room. They were a tangle of limbs, and
the first thing his eyes laid upon was tanned skin, messy dark hair and a
slight smile on the face of none other than a sleeping Damian Wayne. And that's
when it hit him. The way that the pure golden rays painted the boy's soft
cheeks, the peaceful expression he wore, his long dark lashes laid perfectly
against dark skin.. Jon was pretty sure he gasped slightly.
Damian's eyes open slowly at the sound of Jon's gasp, and he smiles at the
sight of his partner- bedhead and all. "Good morning," he says, not moving. It
was quite comfortable right where they were.
His mouth was slightly hung open, eyes betraying him and gazing over the teen's
features once more. "G-good mornin," he responds with, voice sounding very
rough from his sore throat, hints of sleep still remaining . "Y-you-" he starts
but stops himself before he could say anything that might ruin this moment.
"Hm?" Damian urges, looking into Jon's sparkling blue eyes and realizing how
close they were. He can feel the warm breaths coming from Jon's slightly ajar
mouth and his face heats up slightly. He can't help but linger on Jon's lips
for a moment, admiring the slight pink tint and pretty curve to them.
"-you.. how do you look so good and you just woke up?" His eyes widen once the
words leave mis mouth. "No wait-- I-" his face turns a bright shade of red and
he bites his lip, trying to turn away but finds that somehow during the night
their legs and arms intertwined..
Damian's eyes widen, his usually sharp brain working as slowly as a sloth's. He
can feel Jon trying to turn away but can't seem to care much at the moment,
captivated by his red cheeks. "Jon?" he whispers softly.
He hears his name and turns back to Damian, flustered and feeling suddenly very
self conscious. I probably look like a dang hot mess. How flattering.
"Why... did you say that?" Damian's eyes search Jon's carefully. He untangles
his arm so he can bring it up to Jon's face without interference.
Blue eyes flicker to the hand that seemed to be hovering just over his skin,
not quite in contact but enough to make him shiver. All of Jon's thoughts
turned to mush as he struggled to think of something to say. "I.. I don't
know.. I don't know why I said that." His gaze drops, knowing that probably
wasn't what he should have said.
Damian retracts his hand quickly, studying Jon's face. He didn't... know? Does
that mean I completely misread the situation here? "Okay," he says quietly,
resting his hand on Jon's shoulder instead.
Oh no oh no oh no why did he move his hand?! I knew I shouldn't have said that!
Fix it, now!
"N-no I.. I just.. i do know--but not really..i don't know.." he sighs and
frowns, mad that he isn't able to express what he's feeling in words. "I.. I
said that because.." he pauses a bit, thinking it over for himself. Jon was
almost 100% that Damian was attractive, no doubt. But he already thought that
before.. so what was going on now?!
Damian waits for Jon to say something more, and sighs gently. "You don't have
to know." He offers him a half smile and brushes a few long strands of hair
that had fallen across Jon's face out of his eyes.
"But.. but I should Dami.. something.. changed. It's like I see you
differently--not in a bad way!-- it's like.. when I woke up and saw you, there
was this warm feeling I got, and I just couldn't.. look away." His eyes lock
with the intense green ones that were smiling at him. Every time you look at me
or touch me.. I don't want it to end.. it makes me feel warm inside.
Damian blinks. Something was different. He'd felt it before, very rarely.
Flickers of feelings perhaps a little more than platonic in nature. Damian
opens his mouth to say he feels the same, but instead of romantic words a small
sneeze erupts.
Jon looks at Damian for a few seconds after hearing an almost kitten like
sneeze come from the teen. His eyes soften and he starts to feel himself giggle
as he now notices the red that was at his nose. "That was adorable."
"Shut up-" Another sneeze shakes his body, and he sniffles a little. "Thanks
for getting me sick, idiot." Damian very much enjoyed sleeping with Jon,
though. He wouldn't trade it for anything; not that he'd let Jon know anytime
soon.
He chuckles and scoots back close to Damian and lays his head back down on the
pillow. "On the bright side," he says with an excited smile. "You get to spend
the whole day with me." And he wraps an arm around the boy and sighs happily.
Damian grunts grumpily but allows Jon to cuddle closer, pressing their
foreheads together. He catches a whiff of Jon's breath as he exhales and
grimaces. "I can smell your morning breath, Kent."
Jon snorts, lowering his head. "You ain't so minty fresh either Boy Wonder.."
Damian gives Jon his best unamused frown and sighs. "Don't think we're gonna
fix that anytime soon."
"Guess not.." he says quietly, looking back up at the elder with a subtle
smirk. "'Cause I'll be layin' here with you." He says it as if he doesn't
believe it for himself. Jon knew a few things: he liked this, laying here with
Damian close to him. He liked Damian. He knew that now, that he was attracted
to the boy and Jon saw him in a new light. He just doesn't know why he never
figured it out before.
Damian falls silent, enjoying the peaceful quiet. "Jon?" he asks softly.
"Yeah Dami?" He whispers, feeling at ease and happily content with the two of
them pressed against each other like this. He just couldn't help the smile that
remained at his lips.
"Do you want to... date?" Damian looks into Jon's eyes and discovers he's in
love. He's in love with his best friend.
Jon's breath hitches in his throat and he somehow forgets how to breath. "L-
like.. boyfriends?" He wasn't questioning it, more like trying to confirm
that's what Damian actually meant.
Damian rolls his eyes. "Yes, Kent. Like boyfriends."
A bright fire lit in Jon's eyes as his smile widened into a full out grin and
he nods enthusiastically. "I really want that. I want to date you."
Damian chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against Jon's cheek gently. "I
knew you would." He smiles and leans forward to kiss his best friend turned
boyfriend.
When their lips connect, Jon can't help but smile into the kiss, cheeks
flushing deeply. The soft hand at his cheek made him tingle and a happy warmth
grew in his stomach. When the kiss ends-sadly-Jon rests his nose at the crook
of Damian's neck, breathing lightly on him. I'm his..
Damian wraps his arms around Jon possessively, taking in deep whiffs of his
sweet scent. He coughs a little, ruining the mood just a bit. But Jon doesn't
seem to mind, which makes Damian smile.
"I'm sorry I got you sick." He apologizes again. "But I'll admit, your sneezes
and coughs are a reeeeally cute.." he says, pressing soft kisses along Damian's
somewhat paler than normal skin, due to him being under the weather.
Damian grumbles, deciding to ignore Jon's comment about him being 'cute'
despite the warmth it created in his stomach. "Apology accepted."
***** Black (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     A few years after the Manchester Black incident, Jon finds himself
     feeling more and more irritable and angry. Little does Black know the
     power of love defeats all evil.
     Basically a part two of the Superman Rebirth storyline where Jon gets
     "possessed" by Black. Read it here: http://readcomiconline.to/Comic/
     Superman-2016/Issue-21?id=110282
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon Kent, Lois Lane, and Bruce Wayne
     SAS as Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, and Barry Allen
     Angst with a happy ending
     No one dies we promise
     Bruce is ooc in this tbh
     You'll see why
     Sex happens later in the rp (no penetration yet again because we're
     lame)
     All Jon wants is to kiss Damian without being walked in on, dammit
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It started quietly.
Jon didn't know why he'd suddenly been feeling grumpy and irritable, but he
assumed it was teenage hormones or not getting enough sleep from his nightly
patrols with Damian. One day it had gotten so bad Jon couldn't help but snap at
his parents when they expressed their concern.
"You wouldn't listen," he had said bitterly. "You never do." Which was not true
at all and Jon knew it, but the darkness in his mind was creeping further and
further until just a sliver of his own thoughts were left.
He couldn't work up the strength to apologize.
Another night on patrol, Jon had a bad guy in his hands and was tossing him
around like a rag doll, black invading his vision until he couldn't see or
hear. It wasn't until Damian's gloved hand had squeezed his shoulder did he let
the barely conscious man drop to the floor, unceremoniously kicking him away.
"What the hell, Superboy?" came Damian's firm voice as he ziptied the
unconscious man's wrists together for the cops to pick up later. He had watched
Jon for a second as he had beat the bum to a practically bloody pulp before
Robin stepped in and decided enough was enough. Years of training and
discipline with Batman had taught him but one thing. Once they're down, they're
down. Leave them to the cops.
He turned to face his friend who seemed to have a dangerous fire in those
crystal blue eyes that Damian couldn't quite explain. Through the domino, his
expression showed confusion, worry and some anger.
Jon swats Damian's hand off his shoulder, eyes glinting dangerously. He's
just... so angry. There's darkness everywhere and he can't think. It almost
feels like a nightmare; a show he's being forced to watch and can't do anything
about. Except this is real. Why am I so angry? He wants to apologize, say he's
sorry. Plead for help- but all that comes out of his mouth is, "Don't touch
me." Jon growls, backing away from Robin quickly.
A look of disgust is returned to Superboy as Damian's lip curls into a snarl.
"Why are you so pissy tonight?" He's quick to start something, but under the
retort he's beginning to become more and more concerned... along with confused.
"You never share anything with me, so why should I?" Jon's eyes narrow, drawing
attention to his blown pupils. They're almost swallowing up his bright blue
irises now, creeping steadily outwards. He blinks, shoulders tensing as if
waging a battle no one else could see inside his mind.
He snorts dryly, no humor in his tone. "I'm not a very emotional person, Kent,
if you couldn't tell from the 5 years that we've been working together." Damian
takes note of every slight movement the teen before him makes. Even he was
getting uncomfortable by the tension that was rapidly increasing in the
alleyway. Something's not right..
Jon stands for a few more moments, breathing picking up steadily. Without
thinking, he lunges forward, arms outstretched and ready to pin Damian and
render him immobile. He collides with the older boy, tackling him to the ground
and straddling his torso, forcing his arms above his head with one hand and
closing the other into a fist. He draws his fist back, ready to punch Damian
with his full strength, but something stops him. Something good.
Jon stands up abruptly and stumbles backwards, eyes wide. He's confused and
still angry, but... not angry enough to fight his best friend. Not yet. He
turns and flies off into the lonely night sky without another word.
It all happens so quick, Damian doesn't even have time to take a breath and
only a strangled gasp leaves him as he's rendered immobile under the
Kryptonian. He prepares himself for the blow that never comes, never once
closing his eyes because he was still in shock. He regains his breath only when
the weight is lifted off of him, and Jon suddenly looks very conflicted. Damian
starts to open his mouth, nothing but curses and yelling to come but before he
could unleash his fury, Jon rockets into the sky without word. What the hell
just happened? No seriously, what the hell just happened? he stares for a good
minute and a half before breaking his gaze off from the foggy sky, looking down
at his gloved wrists. He strips the green fabric off the reveal deep bruises no
doubt from Superboy's tight grasp.
Jon decides not to go back home that night. He doesn't want his parents asking
questions he didn't know the answers to or having to listen to their whispers
in the hallway when they think he's fallen asleep. Instead, he picks a large
tree just outside of Gotham City and curls up beneath it, eyes empty and mind
blank.
It's the first night he doesn't sleep.
~ 0 ~
It's been 4 days since Damian last saw Jon. He wasn't responding to any of his
calls or texts. The Kents had the same problem and Damian was starting to get
fed up. He was slightly pissed off because of the fact that he hadn't been able
to track his friend down yet, but he was honestly.. not sure of what to do once
he found him. My approach didn't work well and almost got my head bashed in. So
what now?
Damian hadn't told Batman, but he's sure that Clark alerted Bruce of Jon's
absence and weird behavior. Everyone was mystified.
Jon has always liked parks. He decides to wander around one today and hopefully
clear his mind. The cool morning air does wonders for his mood, and he feels
some of the darkness in his mind loosen its grip. His eyes are so tired he can
barely keep them open.
A long time ago, Damian had thought multiple times about placing a tracker on
Jon. He had vetoed the idea in favor that he trusted the boy. He actually felt
like he could trust that anywhere the boy went, Damian would know or wouldn't
have to know.
Boy does he regret that right now.
Because he has to go to Drake for help. And of course Tim helps, but only
because it's for Jon (Damian thinks it's because Drake has a soft spot for
Kryptonians, but he decides not to push his luck.) Tim disappears into the
batcave for about 3 hours before emerging with a hopeful expression.
"I just checked all of the security footage from last night in Gotham and
Metropolis, but he's upstate at this location." He hands Damian-who was already
in his Robin attire-a tablet with live security footage of Jon wandering some
park aimlessly.
"Thank you, Drake. I must go." He says grimly as he slips on his boots and then
domino.
"Alone?" Tim eyes his little brother warily.
"Yes. I need to try a ...softer approach." He mumbles back, standing and
grabbing his katana before heading towards his motorcycle. "Thank you again."
And with that he gave a small salute for a goodbye and revved the engine to
life, speeding out of the batcave.
Jon hears Robin far before he sees him, and suddenly the dark's grip on his
mind increases. He's angry at Damian for that night in the alleyway. His entire
outfit grows a little duller and darker in color.
About a block off, Damian parks his bike and locks it before looking down.
Maybe the katana wouldn't be a good idea... and he puts it in a compartment in
his bike before wandering around in the park before he spots dark raven hair, a
gloomy teen who was standing under a lamppost seeming to be deep in thought.
Robin jogs over to Jon but slows down once he gets within 10 feet. "Jon?" He
calls in a light and concerned voice.
"What do you want?" Jon snaps irritably.
"I want to know if you're okay, Jon.." his eyes gaze over his friend who seems
to have this dark aura around him that made Damian uneasy, but he stepped
forward still.
Jon takes a step back as Damian moves forward, wanting to flee the situation
more than anything else. The darkness makes him stay; makes him face the fight
that was sure to come. "I don't need your help."
"I think you do, and everyone else does too. Not to mention you've been gone
without a word for 4 days.. I just want to know what's going on. I do care,
despite how I show it, Kent." He retracts back from the teen and stands there,
eyes trying to convey the worry and concern through the white lenses of his
domino.
Jon growls, shaking slightly. Don't hurt him. He just wants to talk. Don't hurt
him! Make him bleed. Make him grovel at your feet. He underestimates you. They
all do. "No!" Jon shouts, noting how that had nothing to do with what Robin had
said. "Don't... please..." Jon drops to his knees, breathing shakily. His
irises are now completely black, and he grabs the concrete sidewalk in an
attempt to ground himself. It cracks beneath the pressure.
The eyes behind the domino widen in shock and he feels himself subconsciously
grabbing at his pocket with the small piece of Kryptonite in it, instantly
cursing at himself for even thinking such a cowardly act. So he drops down
beside his best friend, and once he sees Jon's eyes he yells out, and his face
hardens into an angry snarl. How had he not figured it out before?! You were
too slow, too stupid, you could have savedhim!
"Manchester, you son of a bitch!" He growls, jumping back from Jon.
Well, the secret is out now. Kill him. But Jon fights. There's pressure in his
mind and he screams, an unholy shout raised to the sky. Blood begins dripping
out of his nose. He stands on tremoring legs, black swallowing up his usually
colorful costume and covering his eyes. "D-Dami-" he tries, attempting
desperately to control the black. Run!
"I'm not leaving you Jon! Come on, you're strong!" He's trying his best not to
freak out. No, he wasn't scared, at least for himself. He was scared for Jon,
who had to watch himself commit actions he had no control over. My guess is
Black's going to try to kill me now. Like hell he will. he thinks as he grits
his teeth and presses a finger to the comm in his ear. "Robin to anyone, come
in! Manchester Black is-" His breath was cut off from him by a kick to his
chest and he flies backwards, tumbling and rolling on the ground before
regaining his balance and shifting his weight to his knees, returning into a
ready stance. "Jon is in trouble. And so is everyone in this city. I need
backup!"
Jon launches himself at Robin, rivers of thick black liquid dripping down his
face and mouth wide open in a battle cry. He throws a powerful punch right at
his partner's face.
Superboy was moving quicker than he usually does and Damian guesses it's
Black's mind control coursing through Jon. He has barely enough time to duck
his head as leaps to the right of Jon, trying the comms again while reaching
behind him and activating his bo staff for defense. He know it wouldn't hurt
Jon, but it's Damian's mental state knowing he doesn't even want to lay a hand
on Jon. He doesn't deserve to be bested senseless by Damian and it wouldn't
even do anything to beat Black.
Jon growls in frustration as his attack hits nothing but empty air. Instead of
throwing punches and kicks, this time he shoots out his hand, closing around
Robin's neck and squeezing dangerously tight. He lifts him up slightly so his
legs are dangling a few inches off the ground.
As it's getting consistently harder and more painful to breath, Damian is soon
realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't loosen the steel grip
around his neck. He reaches a hand up and tries striking at a pressure point in
Jon's neck, hoping it would stun him, but Damian wasn't even sure it would be
more than a love tap for Jon.
Lucky for Damian- and Jon- Superboy's invulnerability had decided to fail him
in that moment. He drops Damian with a shout, bringing a hand up to his
painfully pulsing neck. He chokes on his air for a moment before recovering,
snarling intimidatingly.
A static in his ear draws his attention and he presses the comm again. "Robin?
Come in Robin? We have your location and I, Superman, Flash and Red Robin are
on our way. Do you have your Kryptonite?" Damian feels slightly relieved but
still knows that one of the biggest threats he's ever faced is right in front
of him and pissed off. Do I have my Kryptonite? Why would he even suggest
hurting Jon? "I am not using that on Jon, Father." He dodges a few quick
punches from Jon and throws a batarang at Superboy, and steel wires tie his
legs up. It wouldn't hold for more than a few seconds, but Damian needed to
stall.
Jon breaks free from the steel wires easily, snapping them in half with a
simple jerk of his legs. He stands and grabs Damian, tossing him into a nearby
tree.
Damian tries to brace himself before hitting the tree but a sickly cracking
sound is heard and he screams in pain and hits the ground with a thud, left arm
in a horrid deformed shape. The tree was cracked and splitting from the impact
and Damian was lucky it was only his arm. He doesn't have time to breath before
a few branches break off and fall down on him, pinning him to the ground in his
weakened state.
Sometimes Jon forgot how fragile Damian was. He's just a normal boy with no
superpowers of any sorts. He doesn't expect him to be helpless, doesn't expect
him to be hurt, doesn't expect him to scream. Jon's entire world freezes as he
hears Damian's scream. He's in pain. You hurt him. Jon shakes the thoughts off,
hearing the bat jet rapidly approaching. Perfect. Destroy them.
Jon barely catches The Flash streaking by until he's falling to the ground face
first. He leaps up and flies high into the sky before Flash can hit him again.
No! he tries to scream but blood only seeps out of his mouth and he coughs
roughly, the copper tasting liquid stinging the back of his throat. Get up you
imbecile! Don't let let them hurt him! and he tries to lift himself but only
yelps as his arm is shifted into a worse position. He can hear the faint sound
of the batjet and sees the streak of lightning before Flash is standing and
fighting with Jon and he hears Red Robin's yelling in the background. He didn't
even remember seeing him pull up. He sees Jon take a few more hits before he
gives a shaky breath and his eyes roll into the back of his head, blacking out.
The hatred in Jon's eyes burning into Damian's mind.
~ 0 ~
Bruce is just about ready to pummel Superman into the floor of the Bat Cave.
Why doesn't he fucking listen?
"He's too dangerous, Clark. We can't let a boy with your powers waltz around
taking out Leaguers left and right. He almost killed Red Robin. He almost
killed my son." Bruce crosses his arms stoically. "If you're hesitant about
taking him down, you are a jeopardy to this mission."
Clark was trying not to get overly worked up about this, but Jon was his son.
He could potentially lose his son. He knows lives are in danger but Jon is
everything to him. Everything to him and Lois. "Of course I'm hesitant, Bruce!
That's not him! He doesn't deserve this, he can't help this! That doesn't mean
we have to-" he clenches his flats at his sides and takes an unsteady breath.
"There has to be another way. There has to."
"We don't know where Manchester Black is. We can't take him out, so we have to
take out Superboy. He's going to kill someone, Clark." Bruce narrows his eyes.
"We don't have a choice. It's one life or the world."
Giving the big and bad bat his most disgusted look, he then turns away shaking
his head. "What good does that do, Bruce? Black can just.. possess anyone he
wants! What if it was Damian?" And that's when Clark knew he went too far. He
regretted saying that, but he genuinely wanted to know.
That makes Bruce pause hesitantly. If it was Damian... His eyebrows furrow
under his cowl, but he sets his jaw determinedly. "I would do what had to be
done."
Definitely not expecting to have that answer returned to him, he spun around,
jaw opened and eyes wide. "That's kind of sick, Bruce. That really is." He
swallows thickly, many thoughts going through his head at once. "But I'm not
like you. I'm not just going to.. give up on Jon. I'm not."
"I thought you might say that," Bruce says with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. This
is the only way." He quickly jabs a needle into Superman's neck, injecting the
green liquid into his bloodstream.
A loud grunt escapes Clark and he goes to lit his fists but feels suddenly
weaker and sickly, knees starting to give out on him. "What...the.. hell?" He
struggles to get those few words out before tumbling over to the wall to steady
himself.
Bruce unclips an inhibitor collar from his belt and locks it around Clark's
neck with a click. He steps back and let's the Kryptonite do it's work. It's
for the good of the Justice League.
"I.. swear to god Bruce.. if-if you lay a.. hand.. on Jon i'll.." He slips down
to the floor struggling to stay conscious. He couldn't think straight while the
Kryptonite was practically tearing him apart from the inside out. His blue eyes
were growing heavy and he didn't think he could stay awake any longer, but
before he passes out he glares at Bruce, pure and utter hatred glowing in his
eyes. "Go to hell.." and then his head leans forward, eyelids finally closing
and Superman collapses on the floor. Helpless.
~ 0 ~
When Damian came to, he woke to a bright light, and he groaned, squinting his
eyes. "Where.." his voice was coarse and he could still taste blood, and he
looks down to his arm that was wrapped and in a sling.
The memories come back to him. Jon, the League, Black.. then he blacked out.
"Alfred?" He calls out, but no response. "Father?"
"Damian." Bruce stands up from his seat across the infirmary, walking over to
where his son lay. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." He deadpans dryly, looking over at his father with bagged eyes.
"What happened. Is everyone okay?" He thinks back to Jon and Flash fighting
each other, Tim struggling to get to Damian. His heart suddenly takes a stab
thinking about Jon. The teen longed to know that he was okay... back to normal
and safe.
"Everyone's fine. A little beat up, but fine." Bruce pauses, knowing Damian
wouldn't take the news well. "Jon is still under the influence of Manchester
Black. Most of us agree our next move should be to track down Jon and kill him
before he kills us."
'...track down Jon and kill him before he kills us.' the words ring in his ears
like static that wasn't fully being processed. Damian didn't respond at first,
mostly trying to comprehend the emotions that started make his face heat up and
his throat clench, making it once again hard to breathe.
"Did you just say... kill Jon? As in..end his life?" The response was dumb,
mostly because he still was not fully understanding. They can't just... kill
Jon. What was Clark saying? What was Lois saying? Jon was only a kid,
practically. Damian didn't even know how he felt--he knows he does not want Jon
dead. But he can't tell if he is overwhelmingly angry, scared, or sad.
"Yes," Bruce says evenly. "It's the only way."
Damian's sure that he hears a snapping sound, he breaks so bad.
"The only way??" He snarls, sitting up in the bed. "The only way is to kill my
best friend?!"
Bruce doesn't flinch as Damian sits up abruptly, used to his furious outbreaks.
He is, however, slight surprised by Damian’s intense reaction. He willingly
called Jon his best friend. That means the world to Damian. "Calm down, Damian.
You're going to hurt yourself."
"I'm fine. Stop steering yourself away from the inevitable, Father. You can't
kill Jonathan. You won't." His eyes narrow, fists clenching so hard his
knuckles turn white as they hold onto the bedsheets.
"We must," Bruce insists. He won't listen. Best not to waste my time here. "I'm
need to make plans with the Justice League. You better be lying right there
when I get back." It's useless to tell him that, Bruce knows. If Damian wants
something he sure as hell will try. He just hopes he won't get in the way of
the League and complicate things.
"Like hell I will!" He straightens his back, and starts to swing his legs off
of the side of the bed. "Don't you dare fucking walk away from me!" He gets out
of the bed and the ice packs that had been on him (he never noticed) hit the
ground with a thud.
"Damian," Bruce warns threateningly. They both know Damian is in no condition
to fight physically, so Bruce hopes he'll keep it verbal. He doesn't want
Damian to injure himself more than he already is.
"Bruce," Damian was glowering up at his father. So this is it. This is how we
divide. If he's going to take Jon away from me, I'll die fighting anyone who
tries to bring any harm to him. "I'm not standing by and letting you kill
him..." And that was the bottom line. He calculated he had about the rest of
the day to formulate a plan. Gather intel. Get to Jon before the League did.
"Goodbye, Damian." Bruce turns and walks away, knowing this may very well be
the end of their relationship. But he was confident the League would be able to
find Jon before Damian.
As soon as the Batman leaves, Damian was already stripping out of his bloodied
Robin uniform and changes into his spare. He grabs his phone off the nightstand
and to find missed calls from Dick, a few texts from Tim. He ignores them for
the moment and dial's Lois's number and after a few rings, a sorrow voice
answers the phone.
"H-hello?"
"Lois, this is Damian."
"D-Damian? Your father said you were hurt badly?" Lois sounded terrible. Like
she's been crying.
"I am. I'm fine. Where is Superman? Is he with you?" Damian knew that he
probably wouldn't be there with Lois, probably off trying to find his son.
"He never came back from earlier.. i don't know where he is."
He thought for a moment, and drops the phone, sprinting to the high security
cells in the bat cave. There he found a sickly, unconscious Superman laying on
the floor of the cell. Damian typed in a few codes that didn't seem to work
before he finally hacked in, the door opening slowly.
Superman stirred slightly at the sound of his cell door opening, forcing his
eyes open to see... Damian Wayne? "Damian? What are you doing here?"
"I need your help, Clark. Father just made the mistake of leaving me, thinking
I wouldn't be able to stop him." He slowly crouches down, taking the collar off
of Superman and tossing it aside.
"What...?" Clark could hardly think straight. Every fiber of his body refused
to cooperate with his will. "Stop... Bruce? You want to save Jon?" Everything
comes together painfully slow.
Damian looks at the crippled man before him with pained eyes. "You .. you
didn't think I would just let them kill him.. did you?" He asks quietly,
shrinking back from Clark. After all this time he still probably doesn't assume
I would save my best friend.. great..
Clark shakes his head. "I don't know. I-" he cuts himself off. "Just tell me
what you need."
He swallows and forces his mask on. Not his domino, but the mask that wouldn't
dare let any emotion slip through, give away how scared he was. How much he was
hurting. "Where is Jon? How is Bruce going to..-" he shakes his head. "Just
tell me everything you know. I need to figure out how to stop this."
Clark closes his eyes thoughtfully, furiously racking his brain for an idea-
any spark of hope that would be able to save his son. "You could... try
summoning him," he says finally. "A signal only he can hear."
Damian tilts his head. "How would you suggest I do that?"
"Play a message at a frequency that's too high for anyone to hear but him,"
Clark explains quickly. "Make him think it's the League. He'll come running."
Thinking it over in his head, the Robin decides that's a perfect idea. He nods
and opens his mouth to speak, but he can't bring himself to say what he wanted
to say: I promise I won't let Jonathan die. I promise I'll bring him home. But
all the odds are against him.
"I'll bring Jon home. In the meantime, rest. Go to Lois. She needs emotional
support right now. I can handle this." His smooth voice was unwavering, yet he
was feeling all the anxiety bear down on him like the weight of 1000 suns.
"Thank you, Damian," Clark says, voice thick with emotion. He doesn't think
he's ever felt so grateful in his entire life. "You'll succeed. I know it."
As he stands his expression remains neutral, but his eyes show compassion for
the man. It was true what they all said; Superman inspires hope. He holds out a
gloved hand to Clark to pull him up, then leaves the cell without another word.
Damian fully gears up, beyond irritated by his injured arm. I'll give Jon hell
for that later... and he actually smiled to myself. A fond smile and a hoping
fire burned in his chest, telling him things just might be alright. One of the
many bat jets roared to life as Robin climbed inside, trying to figure out a
way to broadcast a high frequency signal. He would fly out to far upstate where
there were only forests and sky so no civilians would be endangered.
~ 0 ~
Jon almost drops out of the sky when he hears a very high pitched and loud set
of Morse letters echo through the air. It's the Justice League! Follow it,
Manchester Black commands. Jon obeys obediently, soaring through the sky to a
clearing where a bat jet was landed.
"Come out, cowards!" Jon yells, stomping his foot as he lands to cause a mini
quake. "You can't hide in there forever!"
Damian was prepared this time. He had brought an inhibitor collar, a small
kryptonite dagger, and body armor. All he needed to do was get through to Jon
like last time.
As he presses the 'open' button he walked calmly out of the Jet, gazing over
Superboy Black. The darkness consuming Jon made it painful to look at him,
reminding himself that his cheery, sweet, innocent Jon was under all of that
chaos.
"Oh. It's you again," Jon says disdainfully. "I thought you'd give up after I
beat your ass last time, but I guess not."
"I'm not ready to give up yet, Johno." Robin says with a pained smirk,
remembering the scream Jon had made before Black completely took over, locking
away Jon's consciousness with it. "I have to say," he starts, stalling as he
takes a few steps forward. "You look good in black. But I like red and blue
better. Let's go home Jon." He looks dead into those pitch black eyes, black
tears staining his cheeks, pooling at his chin then dropping down onto the
ground. Come back to me.
Jon's leg twitches as if trying to back away, but something keeps him rooted to
the spot. I want to, Dami. Take me home, he pleads in his mind, but the Black
forces him to growl slightly. "Don't come any closer."
"Oh? Are you afraid, Black?" he gives a dangerous smirk and takes 3 steps
forward. If he leapt forward, he would be face to face with Jon. "Then why
don't you come closer to me?" With the challenge, he crossed his arms and lifts
his head, nose to the sky. Just close enough to get the collar on him.
Jon's lips curl back into a snarl, eyes narrowing. "I am fearless. The Black
conquers all!" Jon steps forward quickly and moves to sweep Damian's feet from
under him with a kick.
He easily jumps up and comes down landing on Jon's leg and uses the opportunity
to slam him to the ground and quickly grabs the inhibitor collar from under his
cape, going for Superboy's neck swiftly.
Jon's pitch black eyes widen, but in spite of his surprise he catches Damian's
hand quickly, snatching the inhibitor collar and tossing it to the ground. It
shatters from the force of the throw, the pieces of metal scattering across the
forest floor.
No!Damian growls and feels the force tightening around his wrist and winces.
His last line of attack with the Kryptonite dagger which he dreaded using. He
wouldn't try to make Jon bleed; only weaken him enough to possibly knock him
out. With his free hand he reaches blindly into his utility belt for the green
crystal.
Jon flips them over quickly so he's on top, grabbing Damian's other wrist
before he can take whatever it is he had in that utility pouch out. He squeezes
both of his wrists harshly, grinning wickedly. "It's over, Damian," he hisses.
"You lost."
When Jon was first possessed, he was able to overcome this darkness. He was
able to push Manchester Black out. But he had help, help from Kathy. She used
her powers to help push out the Darkness and while Damian was only human, he
had every intention to help Jon overcome all of this. "It's not over yet. I'm
still not giving up." He eyes both of the strong hands pinning him to the
ground. Damian had many times before imagining them like this in a whole other
situation, and he actually freezes under the body looming over him.
"What the hell do you mean? I could kill you right now before you even had the
chance to blink." Jon is stalling now, trying to keep Black from killing
Damian. He fights even harder to release the hold on his mind, a splitting
headache making his vision swim. His grip on Robin loosens.
"You could. Or you could be strong like I know you are. You could let me help
you. You can come back to me." Robin gives Superboy his options, words soft yet
strong with meaning. He feels a little bit of the pressure lift from his wrists
loosen, noting the silent war raging behind Superboy's eyes. Now!
Damian lifts himself up and parts his lips as they crash into Jon's and he
feels the boy freeze which allows Damian to shake his wrists free from the
right grip they were in and cups Jon's cheeks. He feels a wave of anger and
confusion crash into him, sharing the pain Jonathan was in.
Jon freezes as Damian's warm lips meet his cold ones. He feels his gloved hands
ghost over his cheeks and is filled with wonder. Instead of reaching for his
belt he... touches me. Jon is so happy he thinks he might faint, but then a
fresh wave of anger washes over him. He makes a strangled noise as Damian
continues kissing him sweetly, hands balling into fists at Damian's sides. He
forces them to stay there and closes his eyes, responding to the kiss.
He's not killing me yet, so that's good. It took a few moments of Damian moving
his lips slowly against Jon's that he realizes that the boy is starting to kiss
back! He mentally battles through all of the anger that is emitting from Black
and concentrates on using his passion and relief to conquer the dark aura
around Jon. His thumbs rub circles into the cool, pale skin of Superboy's
cheeks while humming soothingly. With every new wave of anger and hatred,
Damian drowns it out with his kisses and compassion, the new waves noticeably
less intense.
The black begins to fade from Jon's uniform, and the black tears that were
streaming down his face slowly cease forming. Jon yelps as one final, furious
wave of darkness crashes against his brain painfully. His whole head throbs for
a moment and then all is quiet. When he opens his eyes, they're back to their
crystal blue.
Robin feels his gloved hands move from Jon's cheeks to around his back, pulling
the boy tight against him protectively. The irises of Damian's eyes seem to
shake in fear of Black still being present in Superboy, but as his gaze meets
with clear blue eyes, he feels tears that threaten to spill over at any moment.
He's back, Manchester is gone!
"J-Jon?" A shaky whisper comes out as he still holds the boy close to him,
fearing something would happen to him if he let go.
"Dami," Jon gasps. "He's gone! I can think again- oh god Dami, thank you!" Jon
feels tears fall from his eyes and watch as they drop onto Damian's cheeks. He
wipes them away, smiling. He chuckles breathlessly, closing his eyes tight and
resting his forehead against Damian's. "Thank you."
"You're welcome Jon.." he chokes out before a stream of tears start to pour
down his cheeks and he starts to shake lightly, squeezing Jon impossibly close.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry.." he tries to smile through the tears, but only tastes the
warm droplets that deep into his mouth. Damian hasn't ever cried in front of
Jon. Damian almost never cries, period. He felt slightly ashamed and
embarrassed.
Jon blinks in confusion, but hugs Damian back anyways. "Don't be. I'm sorry for
hurting you." Jon pulls away a little so he can look at Damian's face. "Are you
okay?"
He feels himself start to nod, but then shakes his head, teeth grinding
together uncomfortably. "T-they were going to kill you J-Jon.." he whimpers
out, completely ignoring what Jon had asked and his voice cracked in an ugly
way. High pitched sobs exit his mouth as he cries in front of his best friend,
completely vulnerable and exposed.
Jon feels himself tearing up again empathetically, and strokes Damian's cheek
soothingly with his thumb. "They didn't. I'm okay. We're okay." Jon gasps
shakily, forcing himself to take deep breaths. "You saved me."
About thirty seconds pass before Damian gains the strength to speak again, but
quietly and strained. "I.. I know.. I had to do anything. You're my best
friend.." he trails off, thinking about the magical kiss hey shared. That's not
something best friends do.. He knew he should say something. But he didn't have
the strength to, and knows he would pay for it. He probably just confused Jon
even more, and Damian hated feeling like he was leading the boy on.
Jon's bright smile wavers a little. "Best friend." Did Damian mean that? They
kissed. Damian kissed him. Surely he didn't see them as "best friends"? "I...
don't want to be best friends," Jon admits carefully. "I want to be
boyfriends."
"You do?" He says almost in disbelief. After blinking the last of his tears
away, Damian searches Jon's eyes finding longing and confusion. "I.. I didn't
know you.. felt the same."
"I didn't know you felt the same!" Jon exclaims, taking both sides of Damian's
face and squeezing slightly. He thinks this may just be the happiest day of his
life.
Damian's eyes widened as his cheeks were pressed together slightly, blushing
madly. Jon.. Jon liked him? "I--oh--wow." He says quietly, green eyes happily
gazing into his.. his.. were they boyfriends now? "Can I--" he was cut off by a
streak of lightning in front of them.
"Oh my-- holy shit!" Barry gasps. "Superboy's back!"
Jon stares at Barry, eyes wide as saucers. After a good few seconds he leaps
off Damian, standing up rigidly. "I don't- we weren't doing anything!" Jon
blurts, panicking. A slow heat rushes into his cheeks embarrassingly.
Barry suppresses a smirk and gives them a knowing smile. "Whatever you say... I
think the Bat should be here in about 2 minutes. You should.. fix your face."
He gives a chuckle, pointing to Jon's face, then his bright red Flash suit,
then back to Jon's face. Damian smirks and rushes his body armor off before
standing slowly.
Jon covers his warm face with his hands and wills the heat to go away. This is
so humiliating... "Yes, thank you Flash," Jon says curtly, voice muffled a
little from behind his hands.
Damian sighs as he see's the very familiar black jet in the sky, approaching
closer and closer until it's landing in the clearing. Not even moments later,
Batman and Nightwing emerge. Dick sprints to Damian and throws his arms around
his little brother then goes to Jon and gives him a tighter hug. "You're alive!
I can't believe it!"
Jon laughs, hugging Dick back. "Good to see you too, Nightwing!" He pulls away,
beaming at Damian's older brother. His expression changes to a more solemn one
when he sees Batman exiting the jet. He glances at Damian nervously, expecting
trouble.
Batman's cape billows in the soft breeze, face stoic. Damian can already feel
his blood start to boil.
"Jon, are you feeling okay?" Batman's low voice cut through the good tension,
replacing it with an uncomfortable stuffiness.
"Thanks to me, he's not dead." Damian grumbles, giving his father a death
stare. It wasn't a gloat, but a callout to his father who had planned to kill
Jon.
"I'm okay, Batman," Jon says quietly.
He nods and takes off his cowl slowly, ignoring the looks he was getting from
Damian. Bruce was prepared to take it. "I'm sorry Jon. You must know that my
hands were tied.. I couldn't risk innocent lives." He looks Jon dead in the
eyes, by feels the snarl that Damian shot his was.
Just grab Jon and go. Just grab Jon and go. His jaw clenches upon hearing his
father words, but he keeps his mouth shut.
"I understand." And he does. He really, honestly does; and he knows Batman's
intentions were good, but he just wishes he hadn't given up so quickly. "I
forgive you."
Bruce sighs and moves closer to Jon and before he can rest a comforting hand on
Jon's shoulder, Damian steps in front of Jon and glares up at his father.
"Stop. I can't listen to you apologize anymore. You messed up. And maybe if you
put a little more trust in your son, you wouldn't have to." Bruce gives Damian
a look, frustration from earlier arising. "Damian, you know I trust you. I had
my reasons and if those aren't good enough for you then so be it."
Damian opens his mouth to speak, but Jon reaches forward and squeezes his
shoulder gently. "It's okay, Dami. I'm here. What's done is done."
The hard look he gave his father remained, but he allowed himself to ease into
Jon's touch and not start a fight. Nodding slowly, he turns away without a word
to face Jon. "Let's go. You mother and father should see you." Damian very much
wanted to remain with Jon, not accepting that he would have to leave the boy's
side at one point or another. He would protect him for right now, and Damian
was definitely not returning to the Wayne manor tonight. Or tomorrow night..
Jon follows Damian into their bat jet, painfully aware of the many eyes boring
into his back as they enter. He visibly relaxes when the opening closes behind
them. As he takes his seat beside Damian's, a thought occurs to him. "Dami,
where is my dad? Why wasn't he with the rest?"
Damian chokes on words, resentment for his father punching a fist into his gut.
Through clenched teeth he tries his best to tell Jon what happened calmly.
"Father knew your father would try to stop them. Him staying out of the way was
vital to Batman's plan... so Bruce drugged him, and locked him in a cell… god
Jon I'm so fucking sorry.." he growls, running a frustrated hand through his
hair. "I called you mom when I came to, and she said he didn't go home. I knew
Father had something to do with it so I checked the cells.. and there he was..
I let him go.. your mother was.. she needed Clark."
Jon suddenly finds himself frozen to his seat. "Bruce... hurt my dad?" Jon
almost can't believe it. He knew Batman spent a lot of time cooped up in the
Bat Cave or out in the most crime-ridden city in the world, but he's supposed
to be a good guy! A hero, even. To hear that he'd go so far as to hurt and
imprison Jon's father and one of his most trusted allies was overwhelming to
think about. Jon wasn't sure if he could forgive Batman for that.
Turning in his seat abruptly, Damian leans over and takes Jon's hand. "I know
Jon.. I'm pissed. I'll... talk to him. But I'm not ready to face him right now.
I-i just want to be here for you... " Below the surface, Damian felt like shit,
and he was ashamed. Ashamed of what his father did. Ashamed he was sleeping
through all of what happened. He realized he was staring into space for a while
and cautiously brought his eyes to meet Jon's.
Jon sits with his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He couldn't figure out for
the life of him why Batman would do such a thing. He almost feels angry, but
keeps his emotions in check. I've felt enough anger this past week to last me a
lifetime, Jon thinks.
He looks up at Damian with a smile. "And I want to be here for you," Jon says.
"What were you trying to ask me before The Flash came?"
I was going to ask if I could kiss you. He thinks longingly. But now was not
that time, and he just wanted to get out of that clearing. "It can wait for
later. It wasn't anything important." Quietly, he starts up the jet, taking off
swiftly. The knots in his stomach loosened the further and further they get
away from the clearing and closer to Metropolis.
"If you say so."
Jon finds himself getting antsy as the scenery changes from foresty to gloomy
to his familiar home in Metropolis. The bright lights and shining domes welcome
him, and all he can think about is seeing his parents again.
As soon as they get close to where Jon's apartment was, he lowers the jet and
stops it over the roof of the apartments. Thankful that he can just send this
thing home with the click of a button, him and Jon depart from the aircraft and
stand on the roof while Damian sends it back to the manor. Not really know with
to say, he gives Jon a fond smile. "You're finally home."
"Finally," Jon agrees. He looks out over the night sky, sparkling with stars,
and takes a deep breath. He leads the way to the staircase and knocks on his
apartment door once they arrive. His mother answers it eagerly, calling her
husband over with tears in her eyes. Jon's stomach does a few flips when he
see's them both for the first time in days. He remembers the last time he saw
his mother, he was yelling at her. Jon tears up as they both scoop him into
their arms, squeezing tight.
"I'm so sorry," Jon says, tears of bittersweet happiness spilling over his
cheeks. "I'm sorry for yelling at you and I'm sorry for hurting you."
"Jon no no no sweetie.. You're here. Back with us. That's all that matters."
Lois said breathlessly, kissing her son's head dozens of times. Clark wrapped
his arms around his family and Damian stood there with a knowing smile on his
face before Jois gasped and smiled at Robin, tears staining her cheeks. "Come
here!" She insisted, and he hesitantly took a step forward. "You saved him
Damian. Thank you so much. Thank you."
     Jon and Lois reach for Damian at the same time, dragging him into the
family hug. Jon smiles at Damian brightly, squeezing him firmly. "Thank you,"
he whispers.
When they finally break apart, Lois urges the boys to come in and get changed
so they could have dinner.
When they're both showered and changed and take seats on Jon's bed while they
wait for dinner, Jon speaks. "It's later," he says with a smile. "What were you
going to ask me?"
Damian was still trying to dry his hair with a towel when Jon spoke to him and
he looked at Jon, somewhat nervous. He wasn't expecting the boy to remember
that, but he sure hadn't forgot. Swallowing nervously, he folds the towel and
ruffles his hair so it wouldn't flop down into his eyes before taking a few
steps over to Jon. "I was going to ask if I could kiss you.."
Jon's smile grows, his deep blue eyes sparkling with love. "Of course," he
answers, taking Damian's hand in his encouragingly.
After he got over his sudden shyness and fear, Damian sits down on the bed in
front of Jon and looks into beautiful eyes, instantly feeling weak. With a
slight tilt of his head he leans forward for the kiss, nose brushing against
Jon's slightly. He brings a free hand to the back of the younger's neck and
lets his hand tangle into the still damp strands of feathery soft hair.
Jon leans forward slightly as well, supporting himself with one hand on the
mattress and the other intertwined with Damian's. He parts his lips slightly
and breaths in deeply, loving how fresh and clean Damian smelled. He sighs into
the kiss, all his former worries and trauma melting away.
Sighing slightly, Damian kisses Jon's nose as he takes a breath and as soon as
his own head wasn't swimming from a lack of oxygen, he plants a teasing peck on
Jon's bottom lip, pinkish red from the contact. The elder parts his lips and
deepens the kiss, scooting closer so their chests were flush against each
other.
Jon closes his eyes as Damian leans in after he catches his breath, letting go
of Damian's hand to wrap his arms around his neck. "Mmm," Jon hums quietly,
smiling into the kiss.
Damian was practically moving into Jon's lap now, but was hesitant and he broke
the kiss for a second. Maybe I shouldn't move so quickly. So he just stays put
where he is and goes in for another kiss.
Jon grows a little restless as Damian continues kissing him. As much as he
loved where they were, he longed for more. So he pushes Damian down on his bed
so he's laying on his back and shifts so he can comfortably kiss him. "Is this
okay?" he asks gently, pecking him on the cheek.
Biting his lip slightly as he was laid onto his back. Damian gives a knowing
nod and whines for another kiss quietly. "Hmm," he hums softly, feeling small
kisses on his cheek that he wished were on his lips instead.
Jon intertwines their legs as he dives in for another kiss, opening his mouth
immediately this time.
Surprised a tiny bit, Damian lets Jon take control of the kiss, feeling his
face heat up with the intense pressure of soft lips against his. His lips part
enough and he feels the younger kissing him with an open mouth eagerly.
Jon presses his tongue against Damian's experimentally, grinning when it draws
a groan out of the older boy. He's about to go even further until he hears a
knock on his door, only able to pull away from Damian a little before the door
is opened suddenly. Lois is in the middle of saying something- probably about
dinner- but stops when she sees the position the two boys are in.
"Oh..." She blinks and shuts the door slowly, calling to them as she leaves.
"Have fun, boys!"
Damian's whole face flushes red and he yelps under his breath and once the door
closes he stares up at Jon who was equally red as he was.
Jon doesn't take his eyes off the door for a few seconds after his mother
leaves, turning his head slowly to stare at Damian. "Oh... my god." His heart
is pounding furiously fast in his chest, and he has to focus on steadying his
breathing for a little. "That was terrifying."
"I thought we were about to die," he says, pupils still blown wide from the
scare and from their makeout session.
Jon stares at Damian for a while longer before bursting into a giggle fit,
rolling off Damian and lying down on his back beside him. They smile up at the
glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling for a little, furiously in love.
When Damian's cheeks hurt from the laughter, he reaches his hand blindly for
Jon's, intertwining their fingers gently. "I love you." Damian says it
hesitantly. He did in fact love Jon. He loved him with all of his heart and
then some, but wasn't quite sure the other loved him back.
"I love you too," Jon says without a moment of hesitation. And suddenly he's
back on Damian, pressing small kisses to his mouth, nose, cheeks, forehead,
anything and everything. He needs to let Damian know how much he loves him.
Damian smiles sweetly and basks in his happiness, taking in every kiss that Jon
gave him. Small laughs start back up, and he dreamily stares at his boyfriend,
lovestruck.
Jon laughs along with Damian, ceasing his kisses for a moment to gaze at the
Boy Wonder. He's breathless from Damian's pure beauty and caresses his face
lovingly.
Whatever he did to deserve Jon, he was thankful for it. Everything he did was
worth it to have Jon's precious laughter ring in his ears, worth getting to
fade into crystal blue eyes, worth getting to kiss and be kissed by baby pink
lips. Damian almost didn't even want to go eat dinner now, it completely
slipped his mind.
As if reading his thoughts, Jon sits up fully and says, “Better go eat dinner
while it's still warm, huh?”
Dramatically sighing but smiling, Damian nods and sits up, still only inches
away from Jon. "Yes, we should,"
Jon takes Damian's hand and kisses him one last time on the lips before
standing and pulling him along to the dining table. Lois gives them a knowing
smile as they sit down, and Jon is sure she'll never stop bugging him about it.
At least she didn't freak out, Jon thinks gratefully.
Damian does his best to keep a calm straight face, but ends up blushing madly
to ruin it. As he eats his dinner he can't help the small smile that's
displayed across his face, sneaking glances at Jon whenever he could. Things
did work out. Maybe he should have faith a little more often, seeing as to
where it got him right now.
Throughout dinner Clark is completely clueless, laughing and talking as if he
were the only one at the table. Jon is grateful for the distraction from his
burning cheeks and laughs along with his father, unaware of the glances Damian
was sneaking at him.
Lois decides that her husband is clearly unaware of the two boys’ obvious
feelings towards each other, but keeps quiet on the matter. He should be able
to figure it out for himself. Hopefully.
When their all finished with dinner, Damian stands and offers to clean up to
which Lois responds with a polite thank you, but it's Jon's turn to do the
dishes anyways. Damian shrugs and says that he'll help, so Lois takes the hint
and drags her husband into the living room to watch some tv.
Jon starts washing the dishes and hands them to Damian to dry and put in the
dish rack. While they work, Jon can't stop smiling.
Damian looks over and up at Jon who was grinning like an idiot and it makes him
smirk to himself as he leans over and presses a quick kiss to Jon's cheek then
continues washing the dishes, bubbles covering his hands, filling his stomach
with a light feeling he couldn't quite explain.
Jon's smile can only widen as he feels Damian's lips press gently on his cheek.
He leans slightly into the small kiss, feeling a little empty when it ends. He
chases after Damian's lips, promptly forgetting about the dishes.
Ducking and bending backwards some, he successfully maintains out of reach of
Jon, smirking and chuckling at Jon's attempts to catch Damian into a kiss once
more. "You'll have to do better than this, Kent!"
Jon scowls, scoops a handful of bubbles up from the sink, and throws them right
at Damian's face.
"Jonathan!" He half yelps, half growls, batting at the bubbles that were stuck
in his hair furiously. Damian reaches his hand into the bubble filled sink and
blows some into Jon's face with a cackle.
"You're asking for it," Jon says, wiping the bubbles off his face with a shit-
eating grin. He gathers a few more handfuls of bubbles and reaches for Damian's
face.
He opened his mouth to fire back a retort but is greeted with a handful of
soapy bubbles and it was too late to back away. "Agh!" Small giggles and empty
threats leave his mouth as Damian grabs onto Jon's shoulders for support while
trying not to stumble.
Jon laughs as Damian stumbles around, face full of soapy foam. Jon reaches for
him and holds his arms so he won't fall, enjoying the moment of bliss.
"Boy's, we're about to watch a movie if you want to--" Clark walks into the
kitchen calmly and eyes the two, who were a soapy mess as they laughed and
stumbled around the kitchen. He expressed a subtle look of confusion as he
leaned against the kitchen archway. "Oh?"
"D-dad!" Jon exclaims, still not letting go of Damian. "We uh- we haven't
finished the dishes. Sorry." Jon rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Uh huh." Clark nods his head, holding back a chuckle to spare their pride.
Damian was desperately trying (and failing) to hide his blush but he never
moved away from Jon. After clearing his throat he speaks somewhat calmly. "Jon
and I will be out shortly."
Clark nods at them and exits, leaving the boys in a flustered mess for the
second time that night.
"This has been the most eventful week in my life," Jon tells Damian, letting
him go with a weak chuckle.
Damian only shrugs. "Hm, I don't think anything can top dying and coming back
to life for me." He retorts jokingly. Granted, this was a very close second.
Jon chuckles. "It won't happen again," he assures Damian confidently. "I'll
make sure of that."
"I'm confident you will." He replies softly, grabbing the hand towel by the
sink then droops it over Jon's hair which still had soap suds in it. "You want
to go watch that movie?" Damian jabs a thumb over his shoulder to where the
living room was with a smirk on his face.
Jon smiles as Damian rubs the soap bubbles off his head gently, leaning into
the touch. "Actually..." Jon says slowly. "I was wondering if we could do
something else? Without my parents.”
"But--oh." Damian won't admit that his heart rate picks up suddenly, and he
certainly won't admit that a light pink dusts his cheeks and he nods without a
word. He quickly finishes getting the bubbles out of Jon's hair, not really
worrying much about himself, and puts the rag back in its place, eyeing the
blue eyed boy curiously.
"Yeah." Jon can't help but grin as Damian picks up on his meaning, face growing
red. "Uh- one sec. Don't want my mom interrupting us again."
"Hey mom! Me and Dami are gonna hang out for a little! Enjoy your movie!" he
calls from the kitchen.
"Sure, Jon!" comes the immediate reply. "Don't let us ruin your fun!"
Jon gulps, eyes flittering back to Damian. "I'm still a little weirded out
about how my mom is just fine with us. In a good way though!"
Pressing his lips together, the elder rocks back on his heels, bewildered
himself as to why Lois was not interested in interrogating the two boys or
lecturing them; something that Damian was sure of his older siblings might do.
"Ask questions later," he adds, slowly walking towards the kitchen's exit. "Act
now." A small smirk replaces the flustered look that was previously displayed
on his face.
Jon trails after him, a small buzzing in his mind. Once they make it to his
room Jon closes the door gently. The moment is so surreal Jon has to stop and
do a double take. When he comes back Damian is still there and still has that
stupid (and somewhat sexy) smirk on his face. It's almost completely dark in
his room, the only bit of light streaming through his window from the moon and
stars. It sets the mood perfectly.
Damian decides to take it slow, resisting the strong urge to outright push Jon
onto the bed and go from there. His steps are drawn out and silent from his
years and years of training, not making a single sound as he's within arm's
reach of Jon. He stops and lets his eyes roam over soft and handsome facial
features before he brings a ginger yet firm hand up to the boy's chin, pulling
him towards Damian's lips slowly.
Jon lets his eyes flutter closed as Damian pulls him toward his lips. The
dominating move sends sparks flying through his body, and he finds a small
noise escapes his mouth halfway between a whimper and a moan. He isn't quite
sure what to do with his hands, letting them stay balled into fists at his
sides before bringing them up to Damian's waist.
Something inside Damian melts as he hears the tiny noise from Jon, the boy's
breath ghosting over his lips sending shivers down his spine. He suppresses a
smirk and only deepens the kiss as he feels two hands at his sides, and Damian
slowly guides them back away from the bed to the wall teasingly.
Jon tries not to make too much noise, not wanting to go through the
embarrassment of having one of his parents walking on them again. Jon stumbles
a bit as Damian walks him backwards into the wall, but regains his balance
quickly. He responds to the kiss eagerly, tilting his head a little so Damian
has more access to his mouth.
The slow kisses turn open mouthed as he presses Jon into the wall, careful not
to make a sound. Damian's hand moves to Jon's chest and grabs onto the fabric
gently. Feeling light headed from lack of air he pulls away, panting heavily.
Within the second, Damian brings his knee up slowly between Jon's legs,
brushing against the pants fabric on the boy's inner thigh then goes back to
chase after pink lips before any sound escaped them.
Any sound Jon would've made is swallowed up by Damian's lips, and his eyes
shoot open startlingly. He moves his hands from Damian's hips to his neck, one
hand stroking his hair gently while the other grabs onto his neck for support.
He feels his legs turning to jelly beneath him.
Pleased with every little whimper and tremble coming from the Kryptonian,
Damian openes his eyelids halfway and gives the most lust struck gaze he could
muster, pulling away once again from the kiss to smirk devilishly. His hand
gingerly and ever so slowly moves from Jon's chest to his hip, fingers slightly
pressing right above the waistband to the shorts that the younger was wearing.
Jon resists the urge to pull off his short himself and swallows his pride,
captured by Damian's seductive gaze. He licks his lips as Damian moves
painfully slow. "C'mon," Jon finally urges with a whine. He grabs Damian's
wrist impatiently.
Damian bites down on his lip slightly, wanting desperately to do as told. He
holds off a bit longer, slipping his hand into Jon's shorts, craning his neck
to press kisses on the not so tender skin of the boy's neck, irritated he
couldn't leave any marks. Grunting, he slowly pulls down the loose shorts but
leaves on the boxers, letting his hands roam over Jon's hips. Damian had pulled
his knee back from In between the taller boy's legs but almost harshly and
instantly finds it back in the space, pressing slightly upwards, careful not to
hurt him.
Jon groans, immediately smothering the noise once he realizes it's coming from
him. He tugs a little harder than intended on Damian's hair when his knee
pressed against his crotch, and he loosens his grip nervously. Oops...
Green eyes flicker up to somewhat nervous irises, and he doesn't know either to
shrug, laugh or press further into Jon. He decides a reassuring kiss would do
the job and after he pulls away, his lips brush over the already melting boy's
cheek bone and whispers lowly. "I'm guessing you like that?"
Jon nods, face flushed red even though they'd hardly done anything yet. Yet.
The thought makes Jon want to speed things along, but he forces himself to
remain submissive. For Dami.
With a smirk reforming at his lips, Damian leans off of Jon and grabs his
wrists tugging him back towards the bed, heart racing faster than it ever has
before. The lack of contact was killing him, but he wanted to go slow and--for
this time--Damian liked being dominant, dictating exactly what Jon felt, what
sounds he made. It made him unbelievably weak and aroused.
Jon lets Damian pull him to his bed, scooting backward on it and propping
himself up slightly on his elbows. He watches Damian crawl over him, the moon's
glow framing his smaller body. His emerald green eyes are slightly narrowed and
sparkle with such an absurd emotion Jon can't help but blink to make sure he's
not dreaming. Nope. Still there.
Damian crawls onto the bed, one knee on either side of Jon's hips so he could
straddle him. Without thinking, he grabs at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it
up and over exposing his tan and scarred skin. Chuckling as he tosses the
clumped up fabric at the younger's face, he slips both hands under Jon's shirt,
roaming over smooth and almost baby soft skin.
Jon removes Damian's shirt from his face, tossing it to the floor. He's
transfixed by the elder's gorgeously defined body, and he doesn't tear his gaze
away even when he feels him start to feel around under his shirt. He whines a
little, resisting the urge to flip them over so he's on top.
Lips dying for something to press against, Damian pulls off Jon's shirt
completely overwhelmed with how built Jon was getting. Sure Damian had muscle,
but he was lean and had to work for that. Jonathan was already so cut and
muscular. He leans down, placing his hands at either side of broad shoulders
and gives sweet kisses along the pale skin that bathed in the moonlight that
cast through the window.
Jon presses a gentle kiss against Damian's ear as he moves downwards and lets
himself fall completely flush against the mattress, sighing. The little kisses
being trailed along his now bare skin untenses every muscle in his body.
While he's giving quick loving kisses and reveling in the warmth of the body
under him, his hips slowly rock down against Jon's. He was starting to get
tight in his own pants, he couldn't imagine how it was for Jon.
Jon brings a hand up to his face quickly to prevent himself from making any
noise, eyes closing tightly. His other hand gathers a bit of the sheets beneath
them and squeezes. His breath comes out in short pants as Damian grinds down on
his hard-on. Oh my god oh my god, he chants in his mind.
Damian sort of moans hearing the soft and quick noises but muffles it by
kissing once more on Jon's abdomen and he finally reaches the teen's waist once
again. He shifts his weight from off of his hands to move one down and palms
the member, a familiar throbbing starting to make itself known in Damian's own
pants.
Jon miraculously manages to keep quiet, arching up against Damian's touch. He
moves his hand to Damian's hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.
Damian makes a low mumbling sound as he unhurriedly slips Jon's boxers down,
down, down, below his waist, finally exposing his fully erect cock. He licks
his lips and his eyes flicker up to Jon's face, desperately trying to keep the
noises at bay.
Jon tugs on Damian's hair gently, urging him onward.
After sizing Jon up, he moves a hand and firmly grasps his length, stroking
gently before giving it a few good pumps, pressing his thumb at the tip then
parts his lips and plants a few small kisses along the teen's boner.
"Mhh-!" Jon whimpers, letting his neck fall back onto his pillow. He can't do
anything but react at this point. Damian is fully in charge.
Damian loses himself more and more each time her hears the sounds of pleasure
leave Jon, and he quickens the pace. His eyelids flutter closed and with his
free hand he blindly grabs onto Jon's thigh applying even more pressure. To
steel himself he encloses his mouth over Jon's cock and groans loudly.
Jon takes in shaky breaths and continues tugging on Damian's hair. He spreads
his fingers so he has more control over Damian's head movements.
Damian bobs his head up and down slowly, hollowing his cheeks and exhaling
deeply. The guiding movements at the back of his head arouse him even further
and a low whine is muffled by the length in his mouth.
Jon bucks his hips slightly, careful not to accidentally suffocate his partner.
He feels an intense heat beginning to form steadily in his abdomen.
He guessed Jon was getting close, making Damian feel like he was falling
behind. He goes down once more and sucks hard before pulling off with a pop,
panting as he wiped his mouth. Eyelids falling halfway down and pupils blown
slightly, his hand fumble to try to get off his pants.
Jon reaches forward to help Damian, tugging the pants off swiftly and sitting
up in the process. He can hear Damian's heart racing in his chest and swallows.
Damian leans back against the bed's headboard and pulls Jon closer to him by
the shoulders, still mildly panting and trying hard not to cry out from the
lack of attention his hard-on was getting at the moment. Just be patient, he
reminds himself, slowly gaining a regular breathing pattern that becomes harder
to maintain once his boxers are off.
Jon takes Damian's hand in his, pressing it against his lips gently and sighing
as he waits for Damian's breathing to regulate.
This time, his brings a hand to his mouth, lightly biting down as a shaky
whimper fights through his teeth and his jade eyes pour over Jon as the boy's
velvety lips greet his hand, sending sparks all throughout Damian's body.
Jon looks up with half lidded eyes at Damian's flustered face, curious. It
looked like he liked it, so Jon nips at the meat of his palm slightly with his
teeth.
Damian breathes out weakly through his mouth and he bites harder on his own
hand. "J-Jon.." he gives him a warning glance as his face flushes furthermore.
Jon presses his tongue against Damian's slender hand, sucking lightly. He keeps
his eyes pointed up so he can watch Damian's reaction.
Oh my fucking God.Damian gasps sharply, eyes glazing over but he tries hard to
look at Jon while he sucks on his hand. He bites his lip hard then leans
forward, desperately wanting to give a wet, sloppy kiss.
Jon let's go of Damian's hand, a thin trail of saliva connecting his mouth to
Damian's palm. He leans to meet Damian's lips, colliding messily with the older
boy.
He moans into Jon's mouth and grabs his hips, bringing them close together once
more. Without being told, he wraps his slick hand around Jon's cock and pumps
hurriedly, bringing his free hand up to the teen's cheek and guides him through
the kiss and trying to clean it up at the same time.
Jon pulls away from the kiss briefly, grabbing Damian's wrist. "Hold on," he
says hoarsely, scooting backwards a bit and lowering himself down so he's
facing Damian's erection. "I want to do what you did," he explains eagerly.
Allowing Jon to pull away, his hand comes off and he licks his lips, head foggy
with arousal. The rushed words, the desire in Jon's voice made Damian nods
several times, accepting the teen's advances while waves of pleasure coarse
through his body.
Jon licks his red lips, just staring at the length in front of him for a few
seconds, trying to decide how to start. Eh... fk it.He leans forward and
engulfs an inch of Damian's hard-on sloppily. It's not nearly as well done as
Damian's blowjob, but he makes up for it by constantly sucking and moving his
tongue along the bottom. He slowly works his way down, eventually getting
nearly all of Damian's length in his mouth. He breaths through his nose
heavily, trying to suppress his gag reflex.
Damian does a good job of keeping his moans and cries from slipping out by
focusing on exhaling through his nose and biting his tongue slightly. He looks
down, deciding Jon looks amazinglysexy like this but notices the trouble the
younger is having. Holding back his smirk was difficult, mostly because he
found a bit of amusement in how hard the boy was trying. "Hum, Jon. You won't
gag that way." He manages the softest voice he can and brings a hand to Jon's
dark hair and twirls the strands between his fingers.
Jon does as he's told and starts humming, getting the rest of Damian's length
in his mouth. He looks up at Damian, eyes sparkling with unspoken pride at his
achievement.
"F-ff-ah!" He wants to buck his hips forwards, but doesn't want to kill the
mood if he ends up choking Jon, using the hand at his hair to guide Jon's head
so he would go faster. I’m close I'm close I'm close-!
Jon lets Damian guide his head movement, feeling Damian's erection pulsing
slightly. He focuses on pleasuring Damian as much as he can before his orgasm,
sucking and humming furiously.
A low throaty moan is all he remembers making, the corners of his vision going
white as he climaxes and it's a long time before he regains focus. Way longer
than it's ever taken him before. He didn't realize that he had been mumbling
and crying Jon's name and he flushes red when he finally recalls it.
Jon makes a startled noise as Damian's seed shoots into his throat and pulls
off, trying to figure out what to do with it. The taste starts getting a little
unbearable so Jon swallows it, not wanting to get up and find a place to spit
it out. He wipes his mouth and sits back up fully, grinning at Damian. "That
was awesome."
"Uh--y-yeah." He finds himself smiling sheepishly, face still rose tinted.
"Sorry... uh I guess I should have.. said something?" Since it was obvious it
was Jon's first time, (Not that Damian thought it was a bad thing because it
was remarkably satisfying and adorable helping Jon and being the teen's first)
he probably hadn't ever tasted the liquid before and Damian was sure it shocked
him.
"No, it's okay!" Jon reassures Damian hastily. "You seemed pretty distracted."
Jon smirks, recalling how Damian had been calling his name like he'd never see
him again. Jon presses a kiss against Damian's cheek, his own erection
beginning to ebb away slowly between his legs.
Damian purses his lips, blush deepening as he forces on a scowl. "Whatever." He
looks down at Jon's lower half and raises an eyebrow. "You didn't...did you?
Did I miss something?" Hands move and rest gently on Jon's thighs, moving up
and down lightly so they were barely in contact with his skin.
"No, I didn't. It's alright though!" Jon eyez Damian's hands as they caress his
thighs, smiling to himself. Any time Damian showed his soft side, Jon
appreciated it.
Damian frowns slightly, and scoots closer, shifting so his weight was resting
on his knees, making him slightly taller than Jon. "Are you sure? I don't want
you to feel inadequate, I want you to have pleasure too." It was sincere and
loving, and he kept his hands at Jon's thighs even as blue eyes stare down at
them.
"Is okay, Dami. Next time." Jon smiles at his new boyfriend. "Didn't know you
cared so much," he teases, pressing a quick kiss to his nose.
"Of course I care," he scoffs but his heart was glittering at there being a
next time. He hoped there would be lots of next times for that matter. Jon was
absolutely amazing. He loves all the small kisses, all the soothing words, his
hair, his skin, all of the beautiful noises, all of him. Damian's hands
slightly push into Jon's thighs as he leans forward to trap the boy's soft-
still red-lips in a passionate kiss, slow like how they had first started all
of this out.
Jon responds to the kiss gently, placing his hands on Damian's waist like he
had before. It's so soft and gentle Jon giggles into the kiss, rubbing circles
into Damian's bare skin.
Once he's satisfied with the kiss, Damian slowly pulls away, lips lingering
slightly over Jon's as the giggles continue and he can't help but smile. With
sparking green eyes, he stares deep into aquamarine irises when he speaks. "I
know that you've been through hell, Jon. But I'm so happy it led to this. To
us,"
Jon's eyes shine with an unexplainable emotion. He smiles bittersweetly. "Me
too." He takes Damian's hands in his own and says, "I'm... really sorry for
hurting you. When you screamed it was like... I was being ripped in two."
He winces slightly, like something just stabbed his heart. "I.. I know. I don't
blame you at all. I also didn't think you were still there for that. You
shouldn't have seen me like that." His shoulders dip, but his intense stare
with Jon never wavers.
Jon brings one of his hands up to Damian's face and kisses him slowly on the
lips. "...I love you."
"And I, you.." he revels in the kiss, and pulls Jon close to his chest
afterwards. "Please, please don't ever leave me again.." Damian's voice breaks
a bit but he knows he's done with tears, so he digs his nose into the layers of
Jon's hair to steady his breathing.
Jon hugs Damian tight, heart breaking when his voice falters a little. "I
won't," Jon promises, stroking Damian's hair gently. They sit like that for a
while, soaking up the moment. Jon moves to lay them down on his bed, drawing
the covers over them so they wouldn't be found sleeping together naked. Jon
still holds Damian close, refusing to let go.
Out of nowhere, Damian randomly thinks of earlier when Jon was Superboy Black
and they were in the clearing. "I lied when I said you looked better in blue
and red." He pauses, smirking a little to himself.
Jon frowns at Damian. "How dare you," he says, chuckling. "Blue and red is way
more lively than black."
"I'm going to have to agree to disagree with you on that. You would look very
attractive in a black suit." He stares off with a smirk, as if he was already
picturing it in his mind.
Jon grunts and tucks that piece of information somewhere in his brain for
later. "Sure, Dami. Whatever you say."
Damian grins to himself and snuggles close, facing towards Jon's chest and
snaking his arms through his, nuzzling into his lover's warmth. "Goodnight,
beloved."
"Goodnight, little prince." Jon chuckles to himself at the nickname and kisses
Damian's forehead tenderly. He closes his eyes and sleeps without nightmares
for the first time in weeks.
Chapter End Notes
     Epilogue: 2 months later, Jon shows up at Damian's window wearing a
     jet black superman suit with red and white accents and Damian looses
     his shit
***** Stuck (Halbarry) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Incomplete! We decided to stop this one because we didn't know how to
     continue. We hope you enjoy anyways!
     Barry and Hal are locked in the Watchtower shower room. Whelp.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Barry
     SAS as Hal
No matter how much Hal wished the Legion of Doom would just give it a rest for
at least a week, that never seemed to be granted. The fight had been long,
spanning well into the night... morning? Hal wasn't too sure. He couldn't tell
since he didn't have his phone, and back in the Watchtower it was just space
when you looked out of the windows. He also wished he had remembered to pay his
rent for his apartment so he didn't have to use the Watchtower's showers. Not
that they were terrible. (Anything is better than his apartment shower,
honestly.) There was just a lack of privacy, and Hal was pretty sure Batsy had
cameras EVERYWHERE in this place.
Barry was more than relieved to wash off at the Watchtower after the Justice
League's battle with the Legion of Doom. It always got a little stuffy under
his Flash suit, which made him sweat and consequently- stink. He lets the warm
water wash over him for a moment after he's done, soothing all the soreness
from the fight. After a while of enjoying the sound and feeling of his shower,
he steps out from behind the curtain and reaches for his towel.
Heck was way too tired to even notice before that someone else was in the room
with him, but he shrugs it of and continues scrubbing at his thick brown hair,
rinsing quickly so the shampoo wouldn't get in his eyes. After a few more
minutes of treating his hair--obviously his favorite part-- he rinses one last
time and shuts off the water, eyes droopy from a lack of sleep. Hal blindly
reaches out from the curtain and snags his towel, and dries off for a bit,
lightly humming a tune he'd heard earlier that day.
Barry hears the familiar humming of none other than Hal Jordan. As the blonde
wraps his towel around his waist, he sees Hal reaching for his at the same
time. Barry doesn't think much of it, and sits down on a bench to dry his hair
in a few seconds. He's about to take off when the door shuts suddenly and a
small click is heard, making Barry jump slightly. What...?
Hal, thinking whoever was in here had left, starts fully singing the chorus to
the song not really knowing most of the words. He wraps the towel around his
waist and waltzes out of the shower doing a little shuffle as he exits. He
spins around, and nearly screeches when he see's Barry Allen sitting on the
bench and Hal's eyes widen, and his absolutely beautiful (not) voice stops mid-
lyric. "Shit! I think I almost had a heart attack!" What??? I thought he would
have left?? Had there been someone else in here too?!
The speedster is frozen for a brief moment when he sees Hal exit his shower and
turn around. His mouth opens and closes a few times, and his baby blue eyes
flicker to the door quickly. Why would they do that? Who did it? Barry shakes
his head as if physically attempting to clear his thoughts and stares up at
Hal. "Sorry 'bout that. Someone locked us in here."
"Uhh," He trails off, brows knitting slightly as he glances over to the door,
then back down at Barry. "It's okay." Hal is kind of tongue tied, several
thoughts occurring to him. I’m locked in a room with the Flash. He just saw
me.. dance. He just heard me screech out words and call it 'singing'. We're
locked in a room together. In towels. He clears his throat, forcing his mind
back to the current problem. "It's aight, I have me ring over here with my
clooooothes--" he shuffles over awkwardly to the other end of the bench where
he had a bag filled with his clothes and showering stuff. Only one thing: the
bag was empty. Completely empty! Except for.. an energy bar? That had probably
been in there a while. Hmph.
Barry watches Hal warily, biting back a snicker when his face morphs into one
of confusion. His nose is all scrunched up and it looks really cute- Crap, no,
not cute. It doesn't look cute at all- dammit. Barry's eyes wander down from
Hal's face to his bare chest and abs, cheeks heating up slightly. He turns away
quickly and leans his head against the wall behind him, sighing. Who knows how
long we'll be stuck in here... naked. At least they didn't take our towels...
that would've been disastrous.
"Ughhh-!" Hal groans loudly and kicks the bag irritably. "I'll kick 'them
asshat's asses!" He gives a huff, leaning back against the wall and his lips
curl into a snarl. Well this is great. Just great. I'm hungry. No, I'm tired. I
just wanna get out of here… Hal glances over at Barry who was now turned away
from him, pale shoulders greeting--no no, meeting. Not greeting. He didn't care
to look at Barry's back. Nope--his brown eyes.
"Agreed," Barry says, running a hand through his still damp hair. "This is not
cool at all. I mean, what was the point...?"
He slumps back, mind already at full capacity and ready for sleep. With a
shrug, Hal sighs and looks around, checking for any cameras or anything Bats or
Diana could use to spy on them. "Well, B kinda hates me. But I'm a pretty swell
guy, right? Dunno why he'd lock me in the shower room." Hal shakes his head,
trying to keep dark brown strands of hair from sticking to his forehead.
Barry heaves a sigh, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Guess we'll
just have to make small talk to pass the time... "So, Hal, how've you been?"
Hal pointedly looks at Barry with kind eyes, even though there was exhaustion
behind them. "I'm good, I guess. I'm kinda just worn out. Bein' a space cop and
a leaguer is tough." He takes in a breath, holding it for a second. "But not
that I don't love it! I'd never quit or anything. Uhm-" he coughs awkwardly and
shuts his mouth before he said something else stupid.
"Yeah, I hear ya. The old Bats works us hard." Barry stretches with a groan,
trying to work out all knots in his muscles. "Hardly leaves any time for
hobbies."
It's hard not to stare at Barry, his toned arms, pretty peach skin, flawless--
Fucking hell.
"Hobbies? Do you have hobbies?" He smirks and quirks an eyebrow curiously.
"Yeah, I dabble with the sciences a bit," Barry says vaguely. "How about you?"
"I test pilot planes.. well, used to, anyways. Pretty sure i'm fired now." Hal
chuckles, scratching the back of his neck warily.
"I heard you singing," Barry admits. "It was good! Maybe you can explore that?"
Hal puffs out his cheeks and looks over at Barry. "Uh huhhhh suuure." Rolling
his eyes slightly in disbelief and lets out a laugh.
Barry chuckles, and lets his eyes roam Hal's built figure not-so-subtly. "Hey,
with practice, you could be really good!"
Oblivious to the eyes that wandered over himself, Hal smiles slightly. "Guess
so." Pausing a whole 10 seconds he sighs and slumps his shoulders further. "I'm
booooored Bear. There's nothin' to do."
Barry thinks for a moment before beginning to sing softly.
"I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear."
Hal's eyes widen at the man's tender voice, and he realized he knew the song.
Does he want me to sing with him? Should I sing with him? I want to sing with
him.Quietly and nervously he starts, glancing at Barry.
"The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes."
Barry's heart swells when he hears Hal begin to sing with him just like he
intended. He really wants to get up and dance with him, but he doesn't think
his towel would stay wrapped around his waist with all the movement, so he
remains sitting where he is.
"And some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way."
Hal slightly scoots closer to Barry slowly, so maybe he wouldn't notice.
"'Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to
shore." He keeps turning his head to look at Barry's eyes that were sparkling,
hoping to catch them. We're singing. We're singing together.This is crazy--
I like it.
Barry does indeed notice, already quick heartbeat picking up even more.
"There's an old voice in my head
That's holding me back"
He looks into Hal's warm brown eyes and almost stops singing. Oh my God. He's
perfect.
"Well tell her that I miss our little talks."
"Soon it will be over and buried with our past," Hal was almost side by side
with Barry, and he was slightly swaying to the tune and beat a small smile over
his lips as he sung swiftly. "We used to play outside when we were young, and
full of life and full of love~" He winks at Barry flirtily before going back to
facing forwards, head still swaying to the beat.
Barry can't take his eyes off of Hal the entire time they're singing, watching
him sway to the melody and trying to create harmony. He actually sounds quite
nice, voice flowing and pleasing to listen to. Barry sees Hal turn his head
abruptly towards him and chokes on his words when he winks.
"Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right," Hal continues. Barry picks up
on the words again nervously.
"Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear."
A warmth settles in Hal's stomach, watching the flustered man out of the corner
of his eye, but voice still warm and silky. He would say that his cheeks heated
up hearing Barry say 'my dear', but Hal was almost positive he had been
blushing for a while now. "'Cause though the truth may vary this ship will
carry our bodies safe to shore."
"There's an old voice in my head
That's holding me back," Barry sings, thinking of how appropriate those lyrics
were in this situation. Barry was terrified of telling Hal he had a crush on
him, so he never did. It didn't matter much anyways. It's not like he was in
love... Or at least he didn't think so. This situation may have changed his
mind.
Hal feels himself start the lyrics, but becomes lost in thought. He tries to
regain them but he just couldn't keep his eyes off of Barry. Hal thoroughly
enjoyed hearing his voice and thoughtful expression he wore while singing. It
was really endearing.
His flirty expression turns blank once he notices he wasn't singing anymore and
Hal suddenly felt a small panic rush through him.
Barry stops singing a line after Hal, staring at him worriedly. "You okay?
Why'd you stop?"
Hal stares dumbly at Barry for a few more seconds, panic rising in his chest.
His mouth opens but no words come out at first, still unknowing of how to
respond. "I um.. yeah I'm good--I just..you're pretty distracting, Allen.."
Hal's eyes break away reluctantly, a poutful look upon his face. Hal wasn't
ever great about processing his feelings, but he was pissed that he was
especially terrible right now.
"Oh." Barry's face heats up noticeably. "Uh- thanks?" Don't kiss him, don't
kiss him, you have a reputation to uphold-
"You're welcome." Hal huffs, and thinks about his next move. Should he keep
talking? Well look where it's gotten you this far, dumbass. "You're pretty
distracting" what kinda damn compliment is that? His mouth betrays him as he
looks up at the ceiling light so he wouldn't have to look at Barry. "Hey Bear?"
Why did I even say that?? I don't have anything planned to say next!
"Yeah?" Barry asks, tilting his head toward his friend. Crush would be more
accurate at this point, he thinks.
Shit just.. just say something! At this point it can't get any worse. "I think-
-" He starts, but he's stopped short by all of the lights being cut out,
nothing but the light from the cracks in the door shining through. Oh thank god
Barry looks into Hal's eyes as he talks, but gets distracted when they're
plunged into total darkness. "Huh. Wonder if our friends did that too."
"I have no doubt." He groans again, trying to look over in Barry's direction
but not being able to distinctly make out his handsome features. On the bright
side, I can look all I want. On the not so bright side: it's dark and I can't
see shit.
Barry kind of grunts and eyes the bench they're sitting on. He can just barely
make out the silhouette of Hal's hand in the darkness, and reaches for it
without thinking.
Hal jumps when he feels a hand on his, but remembers it's only him and Barry in
here together. That means..Whoa. Was Barry trying to hold hands with him? Hal
sure hoped the speedster didn't do it by accident.. he stayed still, fearing if
he moved, Bear would too.
The speedster keeps his hand on top of Hal's, listening to their breathing. The
silence is a little uncomfortable, but Barry (for once) doesn't interrupt it.
For the few extra moments Barry's hand is resting on Hal's he decides that it
was intentional. Without a second thought, Hal shifts his hand to lace their
finger and he lightly tugs on the man's arm, willing him closer. "C'mere Bear."
He says softly, grinning when he gets to thinking that Barry might like Hal. It
made him crazy with giddiness.
Barry shuffles closer and rests his head awkwardly on Hal's bare shoulder, his
palm growing rapidly warmer in Hal's.
Hal feels his heart beat quicker and quicker as soft blond hair tickles his
neck, and Barry is suddenly right next to him. His head is on my shoulder. Oh
gosh He smirks, turning his head to look down at his teammate, wondering if he
should say the obvious. "I think I like you. I think I really like you." A
small, breathless laugh makes him think over the whole situation. "And I'm not
just sayin' that because our 'buddies' probably locked us in here to see if we
would do anything."
Barry's stomach does a few flips, and he squeezes Hal's hand a little in his
excitement. "Really?" He wishes the lights weren't out so he could look into
those comforting eyes…
"Really." He confirms as the hand in his own squeezes slightly, smirk melting
into a knowing smile.
As if to answer both of their silent prayers, the lights flicker back on and
along with the 'click' of a lock which Hal doesn't seem to pay much mind to,
but rather to the warm body pressed up against his side.
"I like you too...!" Barry says happily, giddy with joy. He pauses, thinking.
"What does this mean then?"
"Dunno. But I do know that this means I can do this--" Hal dips his head and
presses a small kiss on Barry's cute little nose, blinking brown locks of hair
out of his eyes to gaze at baby blue irises.
Barry makes a little squeak sound as Hal leans down to kiss his nose. He can't
help it! It just... escaped his throat somehow. His cheeks flush a light pink
as he stares into Hal's eyes. And then he stretches up to peck Hal's cheek
quickly.
Hal grins madly as he watches a dusty pink settle over the speedster's cheeks,
heart swelling when he hears the adorable sound that came from Barry. Even
after Barry's lips treat him to a quick kiss, Hal finds himself unable to get
over how charming the man's reaction was. "That was freakin cute, Bear."
"Hrnn," Barry groans, turning so he can rest his forehead on Hal's shoulder to
hide his red face.
Hal smiles and rests his chin overtop of Barry's head, little waves of warm
static shock transferring off the speedster. "Now, if only we could get out of
this place." He scoffs and rolls his eyes, still unknowing of the already
unlocked door.
Barry stands up abruptly. "Maybe I can!" He runs to the door and vibrates his
hand experimentally. After a while of speeding up and slowing down, he sticks
his hand into the locked handle. It comes unlocked with a click and Barry goes
to Hal and offers his hand.
A thought occurs to Hal: If he could just do that and get us both out of here,
did he just want to spend time with me? How sweet. Hal smirks devilishly at
Barry, taking his hand. "And you didn't do that ages ago because..??"
"Mm," Barry hums. "I... wanted to talk with you! We haven't had much time to
just hang out recently so I... I don't know." He bites his lip nervously.
"Sorry. I'm sure you had somewhere to be."
Hal laughs lightheartedly through his nose and slings his arm around Barry's
shoulder. "Silly goose. Why're you sorry? I literally have no where better to
be." With a beaming smile, Hal adds; "And me too lil buddy. It's nice hanging
out with you. We should do that more often. But you know--not in the showers."
Barry leans against Hal with a chuckle. "Do you wanna have dinner sometime?
Maybe tonight?" He eyez his clothes next to Hal's duffle bag across the hall.
"After we get dressed."
"Uh, yeah!" He gives a shit-eating grin and is about to give Barry a kiss on
the cheek when he notices Diana, Bruce and Clark standing nonchalantly in the
doorway that led out to the zeta tubes. Bastards.
"Watch this," Barry whispers into Hal's ear. He runs over to the big three and
pulls Bruce and Clark's capes over their heads before sprinting back under
Hal's arm.
Bruce glares dangerously at Barry, starting to step forward before Clark
loosely grabs his shoulder. "We probably deserved that anyways." The Kryptonian
says chuckling, and Diana was trying very hard to keep it together.
"Oh, look at the time--" Hal brings up his wrist that had no watch on it and
starts walking away quickly, tugging Barry along with him. "--Gonna be late for
that thing. In Central city. Bad guy stuff."
Barry snickers, snatching up his clothes and Hal's duffle before they walk
away. He pulls his shirt above his head quickly and leans into Hal's warmth
once more.
Diana looks at them warily as they exit the room. "It would be most hilarious
if they exited still wearing the towels."
While still walking, Hal awkwardly tugs on his shirt and shoves his hand into
his duffle, fishing out his wrong and putting willing his Green Lantern suit
on, just until he got the chance to put actual pants on. "You already know they
probably recorded us, right?"
"Eh, let 'em," Barry says with a grin. He slips on his ring and activates his
suit as well. "Maybe we can get a video of Superman and Bats."
Hal laughs under his breath as they near the zeta tubes. "Maybe. We might die
in the process though," he glances over at Barry, eyes going soft looking at
the speedster. Man, he's cute. Especially when he's scheming up somethin. He
thinks, tapping in the coordinates for Central City.
***** Blow Up (Halbarry) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     After a near-death experience, Hal wants to spend some intimate time
     with Barry, but Barry doesn't.
     AKA. Hal was a playboy and Barry is afraid he wants to have impure
     sex instead of pure sex
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Barry
     SAS as Hal
     We didn't finish this either. It was getting to unrealistic for the
     characters to even be having this agrument in the first place.
     More Halbarry coming guys
     We're trying
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was another Justice League mission, almost 'routine' in a way. But things
went south very quick. They went into battle to face the League of Doom, but it
was a trap, and they came prepared to kidnap some of the superheroes. They
actually got Superman pretty quickly, and Oliver (granted, he didn't stay
locked up quickly. But they had all planned for that as well, and that's how he
got his leg broken. 2 men down.) The rest of the JL had to formulate a plan,
but also had to revise for accounted traps and arch nemesis waiting for them
there. Once they located where Superman and Green Arrow were being held, they
booked it there and busted in, fighting off goons and guards. But they only
sent one person in to retrieve their teammates; Hal. This way, if there was a
big trap meant for all of them, he would only get trapped, and his ring could
protect him. It worked too, and once he was trapped, the rest of the Justice
League came in and dished it out. Someone from the outside, not determined, saw
this and decided to send that base up in flames, aiming with everyone in it.
The fire raged, and Martian Manhunter was down. Everyone got out with their
lives, and others, if they had to carry someone out. Not one got out
unscratched, and it was truly a near death experience for the ones who wouldn't
survive the explosion.
It made Hal think about how one day they could end up really getting hurt doing
this. Worse. Hal didn't fear death, he wasn't supposed to. He only feared and
worried for those that would miss him if he was gone…
Barry would never get used to almost dying on a regular basis. Sure, he played
it off like it was just part of his everyday life and it was no big deal, but
missions like these where everyone he loved plus him could die were...
terrifying.
Ever since he started dating Hal, things had thankfully gotten better. They'd
talk about their missions and work out any lingering fear together. If one woke
up from a nightmare, the other would be right there to comfort him. It was
comforting knowing there was someone out there who knew he lead a double life
and who he trusted with his life.
So there they were; sitting in their apartment after the mission just relaxing.
Hal was slumped into the plush brown couch in the living room, head resting in
Barry's lap with an arm tucked around the man's waist. He had just finished
saying how he couldn't believe how everyone survived, how he was extremely
grateful. He buried his face into Barry's shirt, and heaved a long sigh.
"Bear.. you ever think about..or--do you ever get scared that one day, you'll
die, and you never got the chance to do the things you wanted? Like, you felt
like you shoulda done somthin’ but never did. And now you're gone.." he trailed
off, knowing what he said was probably confusing and maybe made no sense
whatsoever.
Barry strokes Hal's hair gently. "Hm," he hums thoughtfully. "Can't say I do.
Why?"
After biting his lip and trying to think of how to correctly phrase his words,
hoping not to hit any sensitive spots, Hal says, "I don't want to lose you--
I don't want us to loose each other.. when there's still so much to do. I'm
always worried about that, when we go out on missions at least. It's not that I
don't think you can't take care of yourself though.." he huffs out a small
breath through his nose, nuzzling up closer to his boyfriend.
"I don't want to lose you either, Hal," Barry says, wondering where his
boyfriend was going with this. He twirls a few strands of Hal's soft brown hair
on his finger and slowly untangles the mess.
Warm tingles spread across Hal's scalp against Barry's warm static touch, and
he began to press light kisses into the speedster's abdomen, sadly covered by
his shirt. After each kiss, his arm that was slung around the man's waist
tightened and rubbed along his lower back smoothly.
Barry tenses slightly, but tries to stay still for Hal. He silently hopes he
doesn't go any lower, dreading disappointing Hal by saying "no".
"I'm not going anywhere, y'know," Barry laughs, trying to distract himself. The
light kisses do feel nice against his sore skin, and the hand working at his
lower back relaxes him slightly.
Hal nods slightly as he continues to give his small kisses, but stops and
shifts so he's not lying on the couch anymore. He's still practically in
Barry's lap, but closer to a halfway-on-halfway-off-the-couch position. He
slightly whines and rolls the soft shirt fabric up, making sure his kisses hit
the man's warm skin.
Barry pushes Hal away slightly, cupping his jaw gently. "Hal," he says, trying
to get his attention. "You know what I'm not comfortable with."
Hal more or less exhales the breath he had been holding in, trying his hide his
frown. His gaze drops, attention gained but brown eyes trailing away, anywhere
over Barry's body but his face. "About that..." Hal starts, heaving in a big
breath of air. "I.. I respect you, Barry. And what you are and aren't
comfortable with. It's just.." He trails off, not being able to find the right
words to express what he wanted to say. No, Hal wasn't a horndog who lived for
sex. He wasn't. But that's probably what it looked like right now.
"And I respect you. But until I'm ready you're gonna have to wait," Barry says
with finality.
"I--Barry..I can't explain what I'm trying to say. I don't want sex. I mean I
do--it's not for the sex though, babe. It's.. I don't know how to put this to
words.." Hal slides off the couch onto the ground space between the coffee
table, just bewildered of what he would have to do to at some-point have Barry
say 'ok.' He got to thinking, and became noticeably worried when he realized:
Maybe Barry just doesn't love me the way I love him. What if he doesn't
understand? Hell, I don't even fully understand it myself..
"I'm sorry, I just... I don't want it to become what it was with all your other
partners. I want it to be special," Barry tries, looking down at the man he
loves. For a moment, he almost thinks he's being too cautious, but he shakes
the thought off. It's for Hal. I don't want him to go back to how he used to
be.
Hal leans back, to where he's using the coffee table for support now. So Barry
doesn't think I love him..that I just want this to end up like every other--
"This isn't about those other relationships. I know I have a bad track record.
I get that. But this is more to me than.. it's not a one time thing. It's just
not, and I don't know why you can't understand that.. I don't know what I've
got to do to prove myself." He says this all quite irritably, but he wasn't
mad, more-so helpless and misunderstood. 'I don't know' this, 'I don't know'
that..why can't I just be able to say what I feel?
"I just... you just have to wait," Barry says with a small frown. He can sense
the hysteria rising in Hal, and it puts him a little on-edge.
"Do I scare you, Barry? Is that why you're afraid to have sex with me? Do you
feel like I'm going to use you up and leave you out to dry?" Hal separates his
arms openly, gesturing for everything the speedster has to say. "Tell me why so
I can fix it."
"No, it's not that," Barry says quickly. "You've just been opening up a lot
touch-wise lately and I'm... not scared of you but of what you might become?"
He's subconsciously aware of how that might sound, but it's his honest
feelings. No sugar coating things to make them seem better.
Hal's brows knitted and his jaw clenched. He wasn't completely sure, but he
thinks that's just how he shows his love. How he wants to show affection, that
he treasures his partner. Barry doesn't want that. "That's who I am Barry." Is
all he says, starting to feel his blood boil.
Are you sure? is what Barry wants to say, but he can't. Now it's his turn to
avert his gaze, landing on a spot on the coffee table right by Hal's head. He
keeps silent out of nervousness, not wanting to upset his partner anymore.
With his head hung low, Hal's sweaty hands grasp his own shirt, knuckles
turning white. "I love you. Why the hell can't you understand all I want is to
love you Barry?!" There's a sting of regret behind his words, but Hal's
emotions were taking over and he was starting to lose his cool. "Who do you
take me for? Why are you trying to see me so differently? Don't just sit there
passively!" Hal could feel a lump form on his throat after yelling, but his
anger kept him from feeling sorry.
"I don't know!" Barry shouts finally, sitting completely rigid on the couch. "I
don't know, but you yelling at me isn't helping."
Hal shakes his head, feeling completely shaken and useless. He couldn't
makeBarry realize. The guy had to just figure it out for himself. "You don't
like how I am now? I know that's not true. But I have no idea what you don't
know!" There was a kind of whine to his voice, and it almost broke mid-
sentence, struggling to keep his voice down to not make Barry uncomfortable.
"Just help me understand! I can't be what you think I should be if I don't even
know what the fuck YOU want me to be." Hal says bitterly, self loathing thick
within his words.
"I want you to be you," Barry says, wanting nothing more than to just run away
from this. "Just you. No lies, no hiding, no secrets, nothing. I want to know
you for how you are underneath all the witty remarks and flirtatious actions."
Barry's words hit like daggers in Hal's heart, lodging deep and twisting.
That's all Hal was trying to do. He'd shown his real self to Barry, and it
backfired. Bad. "That.. I--this is just me..." His voice was small and
meaningless. He didn't think he could fix this. He couldn't be what Barry
wanted him to be.
Chapter End Notes
     We're so weak we can't even finish real angst smh
***** Zoo (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Damian takes Jon to the zoo.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Damian
Just because it was the day before Valentine's Day and Damian and Jon were
going to the zoo together didn't mean it was a date.
Damian hoped Jon wouldn't question it, anyways.
They were just talking the day before about how Jon had been when he was
younger and loved it. Damian had never been himself, and since his friend
seemed to like it he thought they should go. Not on a date. Just together.
He was on time to the Kent's apartment in Metropolis (like always) and knocked
on the door, silently praying that the day would go well.
Jon leaps out of his seat on the couch where he was waiting for Damian,
sprinting to the door and swinging it open enthusiastically. "Dami!!" Jon
squeezes the smaller boy in a tight hug in his excitement. "Let's go let's go
let's go-!"
Damian grunts at the sudden contact, flustered and confused as to why the boy
had hugged him upon his arrival. "Hello to you too. It would have been a shame
if it wasn't me at the door, wouldn't it?" He teases and lightly pats Jon on
the shoulder, acknowledging the hug.
Lois comes shuffling out of the house with a green smoothie in a glass jar in
one hand and Jon's duffle bag in the other. She takes a bottle of spray-on
sunscreen out of the bag and tells Jon to spread his arms out. He does so
obediently and takes in a deep breath, holding it there with puffed out cheeks.
Lois sprays down her son's arms and legs, then his neck. Jon squeaks when the
cold liquid is spritzed on the back of his neck, but shakes it off quickly,
taking the duffle from his mom.
"Do you need sunscreen, Damian?" Lois asks like any good mother would.
Pressing his lips together as he watched Lois spray down her son to keep from
snickering, (hey, not everyone was blessed with skin that didn't burn like
Damian's.) he wonders if Jon burned easy. His green eyes flicker to the can and
he holds his hand out. "I would like some for my cheeks, please." He would be
very annoyed if somehow he did redden, so better safe than sorry.
Lois sprays a bit into Damian's hand before locking the nozzle and tucking it
into Jon's duffle bag. She takes a gulp of her... kinda disgusting looking
smoothie, in Jon's humble opinion, and tells the boys to get in the truck.
"Can we ride in the bed?" Jon begs. "Pleaaaase?"
"We're going on a pretty long ride, Jon. It wouldn't be safe."
Jon pouts and jumps into the back seat with a little boost from his
superpowers. He holds out his hand for Damian once he's inside.
Damian knows he was perfectly capable of getting into the truck by himself, but
doesn't dismiss the hand offered to him, taking it lightly. After he was tugged
up into the truck, he notices the pile of cardboard boxes taking up the right
side seat, and frowns slightly.
Lois gets into the driver's seat and turns around some. "Oh! Sorry, sorry,
that's stuff from work I forgot to take out. Give me a secon--" Damian shakes
his head and plops down into the small middle seat. "It's fine, I can sit in
the middle." It really wasn't a trouble. Damian didn't take up much space, so
it hardly made a difference to him.
Jon's heartbeat picks up just a little bit when Damian scoots in right next to
him so their arm and legs touch. He smiles to himself before taking off his
duffle and strapping himself in.
Damian turns around and reaches for the seatbelt, buckling himself in. He was
trying hard to ignore Jon's leg pressed up against his, but remained calm
guessing it was due to closeness. He pulls out his phone, searching up how long
it would take to get to the zoo. 1 hour and 40 minutes. Oh.
Jon begins bouncing his leg up and down impatiently when they're not even
halfway out of the driveway. It would be a long ride, but he had Damian to talk
to which made everything 110% better.
~ 0 ~
Damian slowly stirred out of his light sleep, sensing that the car wasn't
moving anymore. He didn't even remember dozing off, if he was honest. He must
have nodded off in the last 30 minutes, or something. But he immediately lost
his breath when he noticed his head was leaning on Jon's shoulder. Damian
stared, eyes wide for about 10 seconds before seeming to be wide awake, lifting
his head quickly.
Jon was careful not to move the entire time Damian's head was rested on his
shoulder, not wanting to wake the boy and have his comforting warmth leave.
When Damian finally stirs awake and lifts his head, Jon's shoulders sag with
relief of not having to strain anymore.
He smiles at Damian with a twinkle in his sky blue eyes. "Morning, Sleeping
Beauty."
With a stoic expression, but eyes still wide, he turns his head over at Jon,
looking up at him. He didn't seem to be mad that Damian had fallen asleep on
him. Good. "Shut up. It's well after morning and you know it." He said, rolling
his eyes.
Once they step out of the car and close the doors shut behind them, Jon waves
off his mother. He turns to Damian and murmurs, "Hey, at least I got the beauty
part right."
Damian's sure his heart stopped, and his stomach did around 4 flips before
allowing him to speak. "I-- wait what--?" He stammers, turning furiously red,
millions of butterflies flapping their wings inside of him. Whatwhatwhat is
going on
Jon realizes what he said and his ears turn a bright shade of pink. "Uh,
nothing. I didn't say anything." He shoves his hands into his pockets and
starts shuffling away to the zoo entrance, embarrassed.
After swallowing thickly and convincing himself he heard wrong--heard what he
wanted to hear-- Damian pulls himself forward, slowly, legs seeming to try to
break away from where they were cemented to the concrete. Damn..
Once they're inside, Jon slips on his cap and hangs right by Damian's side. He
hands the map he'd grabbed on their way in to Damian, who knew more about
reading maps then Jon. He'd probably get them lost within the first ten
minutes.
"Where should we go first?"
Damian takes the map gingerly, eyebrows knitting as he studied what routes were
effective and would get them to see the most exhibits. He looks up at Jon,
noting the nice way the boy's thick curls poked over his forehead with the cap
on. For some reason, he turned back to the map quickly and spoke quietly.
"Well, there are three main paths. I think most would be drawn to where the
bigger exhibits are, and it would be crowded. We could go to those later, once
people start leaving. For now we should take the left route."
Jon could practically see Damian's brain calculating and determining the best
route, lips pursed and eyebrows taught in concentration. He almost swoons right
then and there. He's so smart...
Jon grins when Damian announces the best path, and begins walking off to the
left. "Sounds good to me! I'm lucky you're so good at... well, everything!"
"Hippopotamuses are aggressive and dangerous mammals and kill over 3000 people
per year. The average male weighs around 3,500 pounds, and can grow between 10
and 16.5 feet long." Damian states, gazing over the many hippos that were calm
in the water. He spotted a baby, close to what he assumed to be the mother.
"Quite impressive."
"Um, yeah! Impressive," Jon agrees, somewhat stunned of the information that
just spewed out of Damian's mouth. Pfft what the heck, Dami, he thinks with a
chuckle.
Damian looks over at Jon, confused. "Was that not appropriate to say?" He says,
raising an eyebrow. He hears a big splash, and looks at two hippos splashing
each, back and forth. Are they challenging one another?
Are they playing? Jon thinks, observing the massive animals curiously. They
keep splashing each other until one lumbers away, looking tired. Hm.
"He won." Damian points to the hippo still standing in the water. "I like this
one." He nods approvingly, and the hippo snorts, spraying water over the other
hippos. Damian smirks, leaning over the railing some.
Jon snickers, nudging his partner gently. "You're so weird, Dami." Jon offers
him a smile to let him know he was just joking.
Damian scowls slightly and nudges him back. "I must be spending too much time
with you then." He adds quietly, looking ahead and seeing signs for the apes
and monkeys. "Oh Jon look, your relatives."
"Rude," Jon says, laughing. "If humans are related to monkeys, then you're
twice as related to them as me. I'm only half human," Jon points out, beginning
to waltz away towards the monkey and apes exhibit.
He thinks he's sooooo clever. Damian thinks, but in actuality he thinks it's
quite charming. A dose of his own medicine. He follows close behind and grabs
Jon's cap, and examines it before putting it on, which was way too big. "You
have a big head." He notes, pushing up on the bill so it wouldn't fall in front
of his eyes.
Jon turns around when he feels his cap being lifted off, watching in amusement
as Damian puts it on. Oh my god, that's adorable, Jon thinks, observing the way
it tilted a bit to the side.
"Maybe you just have a small head," Jon remarks, chuckling.
"I have an average sized head, thank you very much." He huffs, deciding to keep
the cap on. It was somewhat comforting to him, for what reasons he couldn't
pinpoint. He gives Jon a look, almost as if to say 'this is mine now.' And
returns to walking towards the exhibit.
Jon follows, deciding not to pursue the return of his hat out of concern for
his well-being. Instead, he fixes his attention on the monkey exhibit they were
coming up on. It was tall and large, with a wire fence wrapping around it so
the inhabitants couldn't escape. Many trees and man made perches were clumped
up in the center for easy viewing.
Jon spots a small brown monkey on one of the perches, messily eating some kind
of fruit. "Do you know what kind of monkey that is?" he whispers to Damian,
pointing at it.
His green eyes land on a cute looking monkey, digging into his lunch. Damian
tilts his head, noting the short snout and eyes, how the fur framed its face.
"That's a howler monkey, I believe. The name, pretty much explains itself." He
says after readjusting Jon's hat on his head so it wouldn't keep slipping down
on him.
Jon grins to himself, impressed with Damian's expansive knowledge not for the
first- or last- time. "It's cute," he says, watching it eat. "And small! Like
you," Jon adds with a giggle.
Damian feels a great satisfaction that's he's able to time and time again
impress the younger and his heart sort of flutters hearing the boy call him
small. Damian thinks he would be reading too far between the lines if he
suspected Jon called him cute, right?
"I swear you'll never let me live that down. Not until I grow, I suppose?"
"Nope!" Jon agrees. "I bet you'll never be taller than me, though. Even my
dad's taller than yours!"
"Just because I'm not tall doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." He says rolling
his eyes, lightly bumping Jon's shoulder.
"And just because I'm younger doesn't mean I can't kick yours," Jon replies,
allowing himself to be bumped without a retaliation. His attention is suddenly
drawn to the monkey, who had begun to howl and screech loudly. "Hey, it even
sounds like you!"
"If we weren't in public, you'd be pinned on the ground begging for mercy,
Kent." He growls, and spots a bigger monkey stomping around in the mud on the
ground. "I bet that one smells better than you." Damian smirks, but in his head
knows it wasn't true at all; he liked how Jon smelled of honey and hay even
well after leaving his farm in Hamilton county.
Jon laughs and moves on to the ape section across the walkway. They're a lot
bigger than the monkeys and move slower- almost like lumbering. He peers at
them before getting bored and leading Damian down the path to the birds
section.
"I think there's an aviary that we can feed the birds in," Damian says aloud,
looking around for signs or small buildings. He could already see eagle
exhibits, a barn owl exhibit, and a few vultures.
"Really??!" Jon exclaims, grabbing Damian's hand in his excitement. "Well what
are we waiting for??" He looks around, acute vision spotting a small sign
reading "Bird Feeding" on a wire door leading into one of the aviaries. Jon
drags Damian to the entrance, grinning.
Damian walks passively with his hand in Jon's, eyeing how Jon's fingers
slightly wrapped around his. "Someone sure is excited." He mumbles with a smile
across his face, following in behind Jon after he opens the door quickly. They
walk up to the desk where there are small plastic containers with nectar filled
in them. Damian grabs two and hands one to Jon.
Jon takes the cup eagerly, but not so eagerly that he didn't say "thank you".
They pass another door into the aviary, which was a little humid and filled to
the brim with tall trees and jungle plants. Jon looks around in wonder at the
colorful parrots and hummingbirds sitting or flying around. He holds his breath
as a hummingbird comes to his cup and perches itself on the rim, sipping at the
sweet liquid. He doesn't move an inch until it flies away, not wanting to scare
it.
When they walk in, Damian intently watches the birds flutter around, bursts of
color everywhere. Amused with the way Jon stilled when the hummingbird came
close, he wishes he had his phone out to take a picture. Damian presses his
lips together and lightly whistles a sweet tune, attracting the attention of a
small cockatiel bird. He stiffens when the bird perches itself on his wrist and
flicks its wings, making Damian smile. It eats a bit, and another bird comes.
It had a yellow body with a light pink head and white accents. He honestly
didn't know what type of bird it was.
Jon walks on ahead after watching Damian's birds for a little, searching for
more. He swipes a bit of the nectar onto his finger and hides the cup, waiting
for a bird to perch itself on his finger. A lorikeet flies over and eats a
little before taking off once more. Jon laughs happily and looks over to
Damian, who the birds were seeming to favor more.
There were now 4 birds on Damian, 1 on his right arm, 2 on his left and 1
perched on his shoulder. He couldn't do much but let the birds eat, so he stood
calmly with a small smile plastered on his lips as he contently waited for them
to finish. "I don't see why they like me more than you. You're all happy and
cheery, yet for some reason they still come to me." He smirks a bit, eyeing the
bird on his shoulder who was spinning in circles, unsure of what to do.
"Maybe they know you're Robin," Jon suggests quietly enough so no one else can
hear, laughing when he sees the small smile on Damian's face. Few things drew
that gentle, relaxed smile out of him.
"Sure, that's why." He grunts once he notices the container was almost empty.
He slowly and carefully reaches his right arm out to Jon, and the bird hops
onto the boy's shoulder. It finds Jon's dark curls interesting, tilting it's
small head and chirping intelligently and Damian chuckles warmly.
Jon brings his hand up to stroke its chin carefully, and it coos happily,
leaning into the touch. Once he draws his hand away, it grabs a lock of his
hair and pulls, drawing a startled yelp out of Jon.
"Hey! What was that for??" Jon yells, rubbing the spot of hair the bird yanked.
The bird chirps and flies away, taking a strand of Jon's hair with it.
Damian tries to hold in his laughter but can't, and ultimately scares the birds
away. "That was priceless." He says as Jon's cap falls back into his eyes.
Jon scowls, smacking Damian across the head lightly. "Shut up. And gimme my hat
back!" He reaches for his cap, managing to grab the bill.
"What?! Why?!" He tries backs up and scowls right back at Jon, trying to push
him away.
"What do you mean, 'why'? It's my cap!" Jon tries to pull it off, but one of
Damian's hands is fastened securely at the top. "Dami! Give it-" He takes a
step forward right as Damian shifts a little, sending them both toppling to the
ground with Jon on top.
Damian hits the ground and is about to start cursing Jon out before he realizes
that he actually had hit the ground. They were on the ground. Jon on top. His
breath hitches in his throat and he's vaguely aware of the dozens of eyes on
them. Damian doesn't make a single move, hand still at Jon's hat.
Jon stares at Damian's face, which is suddenly very close. He doesn't move
until he feels his face heating up, putting his hand on Damian's chest to push
himself up. He scrambles up, taking multiple steps back in horror.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, are you okay-?" Jon starts to hold out a hand for
Damian, but pulls it back, not wanting to make things any worse.
Still unmoving until Jon is up off of him, Damian nods slowly and tries hard
not to look around at everyone else in the aviary to avoid the questioning
looks they were sure to be getting. "I'm fine," he says calmly, straightening
his shirt after he's back in his feet. He feels like he should say something
else but didn't really know what to say, and he just knows he was red in the
face. Frankly, he didn't know how to solve that problem.
Jon nods, lips pursed nervously. He seems okay... I hope I didn't make him
uncomfortable. He notices the looks they were getting from the people around
them and takes Damian's hand. "Let's get out of here..."
"Let's." He agrees, shooting everyone one last glare before they exit the
aviary hand-in-hand. Damian breathes in deeply once they're out, calming down
slightly. "That.. could have gone better.." He whispers quietly, looking around
for maybe a small stand to get drinks at.
Jon decides to let Damian keep the hat after that experience.
He spots an ice cream stand nearby and leads Damian to it, still holding his
hand. It was comforting. "What do you want?" Jon asks Damian, fishing out his
wallet.
"Jon, i'm not letting you pay. After all, this is--" He stops himself abruptly,
glad he didn't say what he was about to say. "--it's a... well the hat.
Thing..--just let me pay." Damian grumbles then trails off, face reddening once
more. He uses his free hand to push Jon's wallet back down, then reaches for
his own.
Jon opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it when he realizes there was probably
no talking Damian out of this one. He peers at the list of ice cream and picks
out a lemonade popsicle, thanking Damian multiple times with his order.
He orders a strawberry kiwi popsicle and hands the man working the stand a ten
dollar bill. He never accept any change ever, and today wasn't an exception
even though their total didn't exceed six dollars. He wonders if he should
still be holding hands with Jon, but decides he didn't really want him to let
go either. "We could head over to the aquarium and aquatic section now, if you
want?" He asks before taking a bite of his frozen treat.
"Yeah!" Jon says, licking his own popsicle. He stares as Damian bites the top
of his off. "Did you just... bite your ice cream?"
Damian cocks his head to the side slightly and eyes Jon with jade green eyes.
"Yes? So?" He says with a scoff.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Jon inquires, eyebrows furrowed.
"Why would it hurt?" He says and does it again, not even phased like a normal
person would be. He lets the sweet ice melt in his mouth, confused as to why
the younger was asking.
Jon cringes just watching Damian bite the ice cream. "Nevermind..." He
continues licking his popsicle and lets Damian lead them to the ocean life
section.
Damian shrugs, and walks on towards the entrance. He can't stop thinking about
his hand in Jon's and can't stop wanting to squeeze it tighter. Mentally, he
was screaming at himself to just man up and do it and/or tell Jon how he felt.
He didn't figure it was the right time though. Maybe later...
The first part of the aquatic section was outdoors, and there were turtles of
all kinds and pretty wildlife. But what really caught Damian's eye were the
bright pink flamingos standing in shallow waters, craning their necks and
balancing on one leg. "Oh, look." He whispers to Jon, nodding to the exhibit.
Jon gasps and runs to the edge of the railing, staring at the tall birds in
wonder. He spots a few gray chicks resting in the shade of their mother's
bodies and smiles. "They're so pretty!" Jon says, not seeming to mind the
smell.
Following suit, (but calmly, only strolling over.) Damian looks over all of the
pretty birds, some less pink than others, some vibrant and beautiful. There was
a strong urge for Damian to pull his phone out and take pictures, and now that
he had his hand back he did. "Indeed. Flamingos get their color from the shrimp
they eat. Quite interesting, if you ask me." He snaps a picture of the babies,
Jon's awestruck face in the background and Damian snickers to himself.
Jon watches the elegant creatures for a while before spotting otters a few
exhibits down. He screams and runs a little too fast than is humanly possible
(luckily no one notices) to the glass wall, pressing his hands against the
glass. His blue eyes are as wide as saucers as he stares at the playful mammals
twisting and turning in the water.
Damian's eyes widen at the sudden burst of overwhelming excitement from his
friend, and he speed walks over after Jon. Dammit, if he exposes himself i'll
beat his ass. He tucks his phone away and goes right behind Jon, studying the
creatures. "I had no idea you liked otters." He muses, watching them do little
circles and twists in the clear water. Jon was so captivated by them, it was
quite endearing.
"Shh," Jon shushes, holding out his pointer finger in a 'shh' position. The
whole time he doesn't look away, eyes glued to the creatures. Jon makes a
little excited squeak sound as he watches them rocket through the water
expertly. One of them shoots out of the water onto land, drops of the liquid
rolling off its sleek fur. "Ohhhh," Jon breathes, mouth hanging open a little.
Damian freezes, eyes following to Jon's finger as he shhed him? He opens his
mouth to speak but decides not to, watching the otters jump about, shaking
water off of themselves. They look like beavers a little, but slimmer and
cuter. Damian waters, then moves to the glass himself, moving closer as he
spies a small otter start to move towards the glass, spinning in front of it
and seeming to do tricks for them. Damian laughs quietly and looks back at Jon
wearing that cute amazed expression of his. A light pink creeps onto the
Robin's cheeks, but isn't concerned because the younger seemed too invested in
watching the little mammal and the show it was putting on.
Jon watches as the otter spins around, a smile tugging the corners of his lips
upward. He applauds the creature once it's done, laughing. His heart feels
incredibly light, but then he looks at Damian and it grows even lighter. His
smile must be splitting his face in two, at this point.
Of course he turns around. Of course he does. Damian thinks, but can't help but
give a small smile in return, eyes growing softer just by looking at Jon. He'd
have to save this information on Jon loving otters for later..
Jon stares at the otters for a few more minutes before detaching himself from
the glass viewing pane. He beams at Damian and hugs him tightly. "Thank you for
taking me here, Dami. It's been awesome."
That familiar flip flop feeling in his stomach returns once Jon wraps his arms
around him once more, and Damian hugs back this time. "Of course, Jon." He says
without hesitation, feeling like he's accomplished something today.
Jon holds Damian for a few more seconds before letting go, still smiling and
secretly admiring his emerald green eyes. I don't think I'll ever get over
those eyes,Jon thinks. His gaze drifts downward and lands on Damian's lips. I
don't think I'll ever stop wanting to kiss him.
Damian starts to feel his cheeks heat up under Jon's stare and his mind starts
racing, fighting to keep calm. "Where do you want to go next?" He gets out
slowly, eyes glancing around, trying not to land specifically on the taller
boy's face. He takes out the map once more and busies himself, trying to act
normal.
Jon shrugs, using the motion to help him tear his gaze away from Damian's face.
"I know you like cats, so maybe the big cats section?"
Damian forces the most unawkward smile he can and nods, agreeing since it was
getting later in the day and most families would be starting to leave. "Great
idea. Let's go, or are you incapable of departing from the otter exhibit?" He
adds teasingly, hoping to return to a lighter mood.
"I think I can manage for you," Jon says with a smile, making it very hard for
Damian to remain unawkward.
Damn human emotions. Damian thinks harshly, heart turning to mush once again at
Jon's words. He wasn't sure if Jon could tell see the redness deepening over
his cheeks, but he had to. Damian was sure you could see it from over a mile
away. "Oh," He says intelligently, all in all giving up on trying to control
what he couldn't. "Let's head on then." He shuffles awkwardly out of the
exhibit, readjusting Jon's cap and throwing out his popsicle stick.
Jon smiles to himself when he sees Damian's red face, trailing behind him and
throwing his popsicle stick in the same trashcan. After a few minutes of
walking they make it to the tiger and lion exhibits.
Damian calms down after a few deep breaths, regaining his bearings and calm
nature. He eyes the exhibits with a frown, noting the lack of size. As they get
closer, he spots a few lionesses and 3 cubs all sunbathing quietly. "You think
father would kill me if I got one?" He says, pointing at one of the cubs.
"You can't 'get' lions, Dami," Jon states with a chuckle. "And yes, he would."
"Want to bet?" Damian says challengingly, straightening up and turns the cap
backwards on his head and learns it was much more effective that way and it
didn't fall down on his head as much. "I got Goliath, didn't I?"
"Oh my God Damian, no. I don't want to talk to the cops about why Damian Wayne
decided to steal a lion," Jon says grabbing Damian's arm just in case he hopped
over the railing.
He tugs back on his arm, drawing Jon closer to him as he whispers, "Damian
Wayne wouldn't steal a lion. I know who would, though." He then lightly pushes
Jon back and laughs quietly to himself as he resumes watching over the big cats
with interest.
Jon gives Damian a worried look before following his gaze back to the lions.
They were huge and quite majestic, Jon thought. It was understandable why
Damian would want one.
Still smirking, Damian decides to check out the other big cat exhibits, tugging
Jon along by the hand. When they get to the tiger exhibit, he pulls Jon close
in front of him, pointing to the tiger. "Look. That's a look of depression,
Jon. They want me to take them out of here. Tell me you don't agree." He states
flatly, looking up at Jon knowingly. He knew he was right, and that it was
quite wrong for the animals to be locked up in cages. Damian could just escape
whereas the animals couldn't. It was infuriating to him.
Jon rolls his eyes. "One, that's super illegal. Two, I don't think they'd be
very happy living in a gloomy and crowded city either." Jon crosses his arms
and studies the tiger. It did look very unhappy, though.
Damian ponders on the thought for a minute, thinking up of reasonable ideas. "I
could buy a sanctuary for them." He says nonchalantly, as if it was nothing.
"Then they would be protected and still have land to do whatever they wanted
in." He rests his hand over Jon's arms before uncrossing them for him. "Don't
get pissy." Damian teases, and continues to watch the tiger who was pacing
around, yawning a few times.
Jon blushes lightly when Damian pulls his arms apart, averting his gaze
quickly. "I guess," he replies quietly.
After about another minute of painfully watching, Damian turns back to the
Kryptonian and shrugs. "Anything else we missed that you wanted to see?"
"Mm, not really," Jon answers passively. "We can leave now if it's okay with
you."
The sun had begun to set, lengthening the shadows and painting the sky a flurry
of colors.
"Looks like it'll be dark soon anyways.”
"Fine with me. I'm glad you had a good time." Damian comments quietly, drawing
away from the glass and starts to walk with Jon, heading back for the entrance
to the zoo.
Jon takes Damian's hand before he can have any second thoughts while they walk,
swaying them up and down with each step.
Damian's breath catches in his throat, wanting to say the obvious. Maybe he
doesn't have to? Maybe Jon knows. Maybe he feels the same way.. As they walk,
Damian intertwined their fingers, blush returning along with butterflies that
never seemed to permanently leave.
Jon pulls out his phone and texts his mom, requesting to be picked up. Once she
replies he tucks his phone away into a back pocket and looks over at Damian.
Their hands are still intertwined, and he squeezes slightly to get Damian's
attention.
"Thank you so much for today. I loved it," Jon says for the second time,
smiling warmly.
"You're welcome. I did too," He glances down at their hands and presses his
lips together, before adding quietly. "I think we should do this more often."
Damian tilts his head to look up at Jon, wondering if he should give the hat
back. Not without a fight from Damian, again.
For a second, Jon considers kissing Damian. The mood is perfect, and when
Damian tilts his head up the angle is perfect too. He swallows thickly and
nods. "Yeah, we should."
Damian smiles some, eyes closing comfortably. They stand hand in hand in
comfortable silence for a few more minutes before he hears the slowly
approaching sound of the Kent's truck and he peeks an eye open. "Do you.. think
your mom would mind?" He raises their hands a bit, not too sure if he should
call them a couple quite yet. His was all very new for Damian and he wasn't too
knowledgeable on labels.
"I don't think she'd mind, but at the same time I don't want her to see...
it's.. kinda awkward," Jon admits, letting go hesitantly. He begins walking to
the truck and climbs in, holding out a hand for Damian once more.
Damian nods hesitantly and follows behind, taking Jon's outstretched hand and
pulls himself up.
"You boys have fun?" Lois asks with a smile, turning around in her seat a bit.
"Jon, you look a little red. I knew I should have given you more sunscreen."
She says with a frown, slouching her shoulders. Damian internally snickers, but
doesn't want to give anything away.
"Uh, yeah," Jon stammers nervously. Yeah... that's it. Sunscreen. He's a little
embarrassed but thankful for the free excuse. "We had a great time! It was
awesome," he says, shooting a fond smile towards Damian.
"Thank you Lois, for making the drive." Damian adds as he buckles up, glancing
over at Jon. He suddenly remembers he had Jon's cap on and his eyes widen. He
takes it off and throws it Jon hurriedly once Lois turns back around.
"Of course! I'm very glad you had a good day!"
Jon catches the hat and stuffs it in his duffle now that he didn't need it
anymore. Phew,he mouths to Damian.
~0~
 
At exactly 11:00, Damian decides he's okay to leave Gotham and head for
Metropolis. Thankfully, it was a quiet night anyways, and only after 2 hours of
patrol Batman told his Robin that he could go off route and lounge around.
Damian saw that as an invitation to go to the Kent's apartment and grab Jon. He
decided to take his motorcycle, and he sped over to the neighboring city as
quick as he could. Once he arrived, he shot his grappling hook up to the roof,
bringing himself to Jon's bedroom window quietly. He didn't even bother
knocking, and lifted up the screen carefully and slipped in without a word.
Jon was already in bed when Damian came swooping in through his window. He
jolts up in bed, staring at the fully uniformed Robin.
"What are you doing here??" Jon hisses, standing up.
Damian steps lightly on the floors, going straight to Jon's closet doors and
swinging them open. "I'm here to pick you up." He states simply, ignoring the
slightly annoyed tone in Jon's voice. He fishes out the boy's Superboy suit and
throws it at him. "What are you waiting for? Suit up." Damian says it as if
he's bored, hands on hips.
Jon sighs, taking his suit and getting dressed. He learned long ago there was
no deterring Robin from taking him on rebellious missions in the middle of the
night.
"Where are we going?" Jon whispers as he slips on his ripped jeans.
"The zoo, of course. Did you already forget about the animals?" He asks
stepping closer to Jon and rolls his eyes under the domino.
Jon freezes, staring at Damian. "Oh no. Nononono we cannot do that."
He sets his jaw and raises an eyebrow. "Why is that?" Damian taps his foot
impatiently. He really wishes they could skip the argument and get right to the
mission, because it was going to happen eventually.
"No," Jon says firmly. "I am not going with you. You won't make me this time."
A few minutes later, the Super Sons were back at the zoo and Jon was talking
Damian's ear off the entire way there. "I can't believe this," Jon whispers,
disappointed in himself. "I can't believe you talked me into this."
It had taken a lot of back and forth arguments, but Damian thinks he won his
partner over with the swift kiss he planted on his cheek, saying if he didn't
willfully come with Damian, he would force him to come.
So there they stood. "It's the right thing to do." Damian states, nudging
Superboy in the shoulder. "Let's go." He says right before shooting his
grappling hook to the top of the big archway that was the zoo entrance.
Jon sighs before jumping on top of the archway beside Damian. "Please don't
tell me we're stealing the entire zoo."
"Don't be silly." Damian looks over at his partner and tap's his gloved wrist.
"We only have 5 hours till dawn." He smirks, and swings off of the top, landing
gracefully on the ground, and gets to tapping away on his screen, looking to
disable security codes.
Jon takes a seat on the archway, letting his feet dangle and waiting until
Damian makes a move. He suddenly starts running toward the left, so Jon hops
down and follows.
Damian slows once they near the same exhibits they were at before, and turns to
his partner in crime, gesturing with his hand to a board with many exhibit
names on it. "You have first pick, Superboy." He lets himself read off some of
the exhibit names in his head, excited for the big cats. But they should
probably do that last, just in case anything goes wrong.
"I'm not picking," Jon says spitefully. "This is your plan. I'm still not 100%
on board with this."
"But you are somewhat on board with this? That's what I got from that. Let's
save some monkeys first." Damian decides, turning and sprinting in the correct
direction, pulling up access codes to get into the exhibit.
Jon scoops up a couple monkeys once they're inside, muttering apologies to the
zoo owners. He spots the small brown howler sleeping in a corner and picks him
up too, cradling them gently.
Damian points up in the sky to where the batjet hovered, just getting there
after he summoned it when they first arrived at the zoo. "When you're done
securing them, meet me at the tiger exhibit." He changed his mind on doing the
big cats last because he was just so eager to get to them and it was what this
mission was mostly about. He'll pick up something else on the way out too..
Jon replies with another heavy sigh and boosts himself into a bottom opening in
the jet. He sets the monkeys in a small cage and locks the door.
"Sorry, friends," Jon whispers to them. "I hope you're happier with Robin than
in the zoo."
Awaiting Jon patiently, Robin stands up on the railing of the lion exhibit,
thinking about if he could call this a 'date.' Probably not, you aren't usually
forced to go on dates.
When Superboy returned, Damian sucked in a breath and points to the lions
huddled together near the back corner of the exhibit. "I know you're
invincible, but here is a tranquilizer." He fishes 3 out of his utility belt
and gives them to Jon. "It will put them to sleep for longer, until we can
relocate them. I already have a piece of land." He somehow contacted the
League, asking for a piece of land to keep the animals on. It was risky, but
Damian had his ways. Threatening was his ways.
Jon takes the tranquilizers hesitantly and nods. He hops over to the lions and
shoots them in quick succession, picking up two and carrying them into the
batjet. He apologizes to them as well and goes back to get the third one.
"Anything else?" he asks his partner.
Damian nods, but waves Jon off. "I'm going to make sure everything's locked
back up. Here, one last tranquilizer for the tiger. I'll meet you at the jet
when I'm done." He tosses Superboy the last tranquilizer before scurrying off.
He would in fact make sure everything was locked up, but not before he get's
one last thing. He just hopes he could sneak it on board the aircraft without
Jon noticing.
Jon runs to the tiger and shoots it in the side, picking it up with gentle
arms. "Sorry," he whispers for the third and final time. He locks it in the
batjet and makes his way to the passenger seat, strapping in.
Nearing his destination, Damian slows his pace then unlocks the door to get
into the otter exhibit with his tablet, sneaking in quietly. He finds a huddle
of otters, all sleeping quietly, and crouches low. One's ear twitches, and
another lifts it's head, and squeaks.. or chirps loudly. Damian holds out his
hand, and one tries to ram his head into it, making Damian chuckle. "What
about... you..?" He whispers aloud, eyeing one that was bell up squeaking
slightly. He scoops up the critter gently and it squirms some but ultimately
lays back into Damian's chest, and he twirls his cape around to cover it.
Thankfully, he had brought a cage at the entrance of the jet he would use to
put the otter in so Jon wouldn't see.
Jon waits in his seat, guilt gnawing at his gut. When Damian sits down in the
pilot's seat, Jon punches him- not with his full strength of course.
"I hope you're happy," he grumbles. "I sold some of my human decency for you."
Damian scowls at Jon, but guesses he on some level deserved it. But he also
knew he was doing these animals a favor. "I am indeed happy." He then begins to
tap in the coordinates for the soon to be sanctuary, but the AI's voices comes
on over the jet's speakers. "Action denied." Damian grunts and taps in the
coordinates once more, getting the same response. "What?!" he exclaims
frustrated, unknowing of why this was happening.
"What's up?" Jon asks, peering at the screen.
Suddenly, there's a transmission that comes in, a holographic screen popping up
to Damian's left. The screen read 'Batman' and Robin curses under his breath in
multiple languages. Just as he goes to hit 'off' and shut down the
transmission, it comes through anyways, the angry face of Bruce Wayne on the
screen.
"Damian, you better have a damn good explanation for why one of my batjets are
missing," Batman says with a frown. He spots Jon sitting next to Damian and his
frown deepens. "You really need to stop dragging Jon along with you on your
little adventures. His parents will not be happy about this."
"We're very sorry, Mr. Wayne," Jon says hurriedly before Damian could start
cursing out his father and making things worse. "We'll return the batjet
immediately."
Damian shoots a glare at Jon, curious to know just what he intended to do with
the animals aboard the jet. His teeth grit as he hears a slight screech from a
monkey coming from the back of the jet and Batman opens his mouth to no
doubtedly ask What the hell was that. "We will return shortly father." Damian
cuts the man off and shuts off the transmission quickly. He slumps back into
his chair, rubbing his temples.
After a long sigh, Damian looks ahead at the sky through the windshield,
annoyed and defeated. "God dammit." Is all he says, looking towards Jon out of
the corner of his white lenses.
"Told you this was a bad idea," Jon mutters.
"Shut up Jonathan." He grumbles, not ready to throw his pride away and admit
that this in fact was a bad idea.
Jon sighs for the fourth time that night and props his chin on his palm. "Let's
just get this over with."
"Fine." He says with tense shoulders, standing slowly and stomping over to the
cages. He really didn't want to just turn these animals back into the zoo they
just came from. He unlocks the cat's cages, and scratches their heads, feeling
sorry that they would have to live out the rest of their lives in the same
place.
Jon shakes his head at Damian before grabbing the monkey's cage and returning
them home. He makes three trips until all of the animals are out of the jet(or
so he thought) and sits down once more in his seat.
Damian returns to his seat at the batjet, staying up until Jon sat back down to
make sure he didn't find the otters. He mentally sighs in relief and starts the
boosters back up to get to Metropolis quickly. They zoom off, and Damian looks
over at Jon, frowning slightly. "I apologize for making you come with me."
"Good," Jon says with a frown. He waits for a few moments before sighing,
knowing Damian was probably giving him a look. "Apology accepted."
Damian turns his head and lets his ground turn into a thin smile, glad Jon
wasn't totally pissed at him. "I'll make it up to you." He states only a few
seconds later, sure of himself that he could make up for the night. Well, maybe
after they were ungrounded.
Deciding not to ask what Damian meant by that, Superboy brings his hands up to
tangle in his dark hair. "My parents are gonna kill me," he says, leaning back
in his seat with a groan. It was already past midnight, and he would never stay
up this late on his own.
"I'll take responsibility, don't worry." Damian says, switching on cruise
control for the moment. The Robin draws his leafs up into the chair, crossing
them before removing his domino. "If it makes you feel better, my father will
kill me too." He says dryly, lips spreading into an unamused line.
Jon chuckles a little, staring out the window into the night sky. "That does
make me feel better, actually."
Damian rolls his eyes and playfully shoves Jon, mumbling "Oh, thanks a lot,
Kent." He was very much dreading having to return home, and would without a
doubt be confined to the manor for probably the rest of his life. That doesn't
mean he couldn't sneak out though, and he still had the two small otters to
give to Jon. He'd probably do that in the morning when Father was away at his
day job, too busy to notice his son sneaking back out to Metropolis.
Once Damian lands the jet, Jon exits, thanking him for the ride home even
though he could've gotten back twice as fast and it was his fault he was even
out in the first place. "See you tomorrow!"
Damian waves, still feeling very bad about this whole situation. He had good
intentions, but it all just went to crap real fast, sadly. "See you." He
replies with, making sure Jon was in the apartment safely before he took off
for Gotham.
~0~
When Damian did something wrong, Bruce usually chewed him out, then kept quiet,
sneaking in glares of disapproval and slight anger for the next week.
But this time, he really let Damian have it.
Damian was prepared though, knowing he probably deserved it this time. But at
least no one got hurt. There wasn't any real harm done. Bruce had told his son
that the next time he would see Jon, he would apologize. Great, because Damian
was going to go do that today anyways. But he was apologizing because he felt
he needed to, and he would be very sincere.
   Jon was planning on just bumming it at home all day until his patrol with
Damian. His parents were both at work, leaving him home alone to watch tv and
eat junk food.
The Kents rarely got visitors, so it surprised Jon when he heard a knock at the
door. He peered through the peephole and low and behold; it was Damian. Jon
sighs and swings open the door.
"What now?"
Damian's head lifted up when the door flung open, but kept his eyes low, a bit
of shame weighing him down. He felt it was only appropriate to dress nicely,
after all, he wanted to do this right. He wore a rich green shirt with glossy
white buttons, collar fixed to frame the dark grey bow tie he matched to his
jeans. The elder's dark hair was slicked back neatly, and he suddenly felt
somewhat overdressed, but shook it off as he forced his gaze to meet with
Jon's. His arms were held around his back, ready to present Jon's gift.
"Jonathan, I'm sorry for dragging you to accompany me on my unsuccessful
crusade last evening.."
Jon purses his lips in confusion and stares at his very... fancily dressed
friend. His mind struggles to find a reason for why Damian would bother
dressing so well, but all he draws are blanks.
"It's okay, Dami. I said I forgave you, didn't I?" Jon pauses, noticing Damian
even went through the trouble to slick back his hair more than usual. "What-
why are you dressed like that?"
The teen rocks back on his heels, unsure of what he should do next. Whenever he
had to formally apologize to a higher figure than him when he was in the
League, Damian would have to either earn his forgiveness or just take the
punishment. He couldn't exactly understand nor cope with Jon saying he forgave
Robin for what he did. "I…wanted to... wish you a happy Valentine's Day." He
says slowly and quietly, biting on the inside of his cheek.
"Oh." Does he mean like... a date? Why else would he come for no reason dressed
like that...? Jon can't help but think it's just his wishful thinking at this
point, and manages to smile awkwardly at Damian. "That's sweet."
Damian really had never done anything like this before, but he was pretty sure
he wasn't doing too well. He takes a deep breath, holding it as he slowly
brings his arms out from behind his back, revealing two small brown otters.
They each had a collar, one pastel red and one a minty green. The otter he was
holding in his left hand had half a heart charm on its collar, and the matching
side on the other collar, both with small white bows tied to the sides.
Jon's hands shoot up to his mouth in shock. "Oh... my God," he breaths, not
moving an inch. They're perfect, is his first thought, but then he realizes...
"Damian, I appreciate them, I really do, but... you stole them."
"But..they're for you?" Is all he comes up with, confused as to why there were
any problems here.
Jon doesn't think his heart could handle Damian's disappointment if he were to
refuse his gift... he even got them customized collars that looked adorable!
"I... alright, fine," Jon finally says, smothering all his guilt by reminding
himself these otters were Damian's Valentine's Day gift to him. "Just... hand
them over." He stretches his arms out hesitantly.
The otters squeaked and squirmed wildly, tails thumping and curling. Damian
gives them to Jon, and ponders on what he could do. "I could possibly give the
zoo money for the otters?" He muses, taking a step towards Jon once he had the
small mammals, gingerly petting one's sleek back.
"I don't think they'd appreciate you stole them first, though." Despite the
comment, Jon can't help but smile as the otters are passed into his arms. He
cradles them so they won't fall and smooches the one with the green collar on
the forehead gently.
A little warmth of satisfaction blooms in Damian's chest, seeing the younger
boy snuggle the two critters close and lovingly. "They'll get over it." His
voice was carefree and light, always delighted to see a smile spread across
Jon's pink lips.
Once Jon's satisfied with his cuddle session, he beams up at Damian fondly.
"Thank you so much, Damian. Sorry I didn't get you anything..." Jon frowns
slightly, wanting to give back to Damian somehow. I could... kiss him? No, he
probably doesn't even like me... Although he seemed okay with holding hands at
the zoo. Plus, he stole me a Valentine's gift!
Feeling a little more courageous, Jon speaks up. "Can I... kiss you?" he asks
quietly, averting his gaze.
Just as Damian opens his mouth to shut down Jon's apology, his breath breaks,
and his jaw hangs slightly slack open. I didn't know he wanted to kiss me.. how
long had he wanted to kiss me?
"Yes." He replies, matter of factly, stepping even closer to Jon. "I would like
that." Damian deadpans, nerves spiking as a gentle redness tones his cheeks.
Jon blinks, processing Damian's answer. He said yes? He said yes!
The raven haired boy leans forward quickly, but fails to come in at an angle
and ends up bumping his forehead against Damian's.
"Owwww," Jon says, rubbing his forehead. He can feel his face rapidly heating
up with embarrassment. "S-sorry."
Damian chuckles fondly, pulling back slightly. Such a kid. The elder thinks,
and scoops the otters from Jon's arms, setting them down on the other side of
the door. He stands back up and directs his attention back to the flustered
mess of a boy, still amused with the obvious lack of experience. Damian moves
back close, "You have to tilt your head, dummy." and he does so to a degree,
eyelids closing some, but remain locked on his partner's face. Specifically his
lips. Dusty pink and sort of plump. It's quite adorable..
In spite of his slip up, Jon manages to scrape together enough dignity to begin
kissing back, letting Damian lead mostly. He closes his eyes slowly, melting
into Damian's warmth.
The kiss is very gentle, smooth lips lightly pressing on eachother, Damian
slips his arm around Jon to hug him closer to his body, using him to boost
himself higher to better reach the taller boy. Jon's scent is intoxicating,
reminding him of caramel candies and warm, soft blankets. Comforting.
Jon contemplates bringing Damian in the house, but decides he likes where they
are just fine. He places his hands on Damian's shoulders when he feels his arm
slip around his back and continues kissing him sweetly.
Damian gradually walks forward, careful that they not bump into anything as the
elder backs them into the apartment for more privacy. Once to the other side of
the doorway, Damian's left foot presses down on his right heel, tugging his
foot hurriedly out of the shoe (Making him slightly shorter in the process.
Sadly.)
Oh. Guess we're going inside now, Jon thinks, backing up with Damian and trying
not to break the kiss. His attempts fail when Damian has to take off his shoes
and leans away a little, so Jon ends the kiss and slips his own off. He gives
Damian another small, gentle kiss on the lips and smiles at him, blue eyes
glowing with happiness. "Y'know, this made being grounded not so bad."
"I'd have to agree with you on that." Damian purses his lips, giving a tiny
nod. This whole 'Valentine's Day' had always been quite the stupid holiday in
Damian's humble opinion. But after today, maybe it wasn't so bad after all??
What was the question one would ask? "Will...you be my... Valentine?" He says
abruptly, still unsure if that was the correct phrase or not.
"Yes!" Jon replies immediately, grinning at his "Valentine". He reaches forward
to give Damian a gentle but firm hug, craving the sweet contact. "It's all I've
ever wanted."
***** Cuddle (Halbarry) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Cuddles with a lil tickle session!
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Barry
     SAS as Hal
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The night was going great. Hal had just gotten back to Earth from Oa a few
hours ago after a very successful mission and the first place he wanted to go
was that cozy apartment in Central City, home to his favorite person in the
universe. A hyperactive blond speedster who was the biggest nerd ever and just
about the most lovable person to ever walk the Earth. Hal floated down from the
dark moonlit sky, glowing a bright green from his suit and hit the ground
softly, deactivating the ring after making sure no one would see. He stepped
inside the building and made his was up to the apartment and knocked on the
door 3 swift times. He was hoping his boyfriend was up, but maybe not since he
wouldn't be expecting Hal until the morning. This was a surprise.
The door opens almost instantly, and out leaps a ecstatic Barry Allen. He
tackles his boyfriend in a tight hug and peppers little kisses all over his
face.
"Whooah!" Hal laughs, heart bursting just at the sight of his special energetic
man. His face grows redder with each sweet peck, squeezing Barry into a loving
embrace. He couldn't believe he was able to survive, being away for 4 weeks,
not waking up every morning to the warm speedster next to him in bed. "Miss
me?"
"So much," Barry says with a grin, lacing his fingers together behind Hal's
back. "You have no idea."
"Ah," He winks at Barry, and presses a quick kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.
"Really? Well, dunno about you, but i sure missed your cuddles and kisses, Care
Bear." He hints, starting to straighten up and eye the door to the apartment.
Barry gets the hint and walks Hal into the apartment, shutting the door behind
them and one arm hooked around Hal's waist the entire time. He leads the way to
the living room couch and takes a seat on it, patting the spot beside him.
"How'd the mission go?"
Hal plops down next to Barry, keeping close and wrapping an arm around the
man's shoulders. He gives a shit eating grin before stating, "We kicked ass."
smugly and giving a satisfied grunt. "It went as great as it could go,
actually."
Barry smiles at that, leaning closer into Hal and resting his head on his
shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Hal."
Hal can feel a warm buzz start in his throat as they sit there enjoying each
other' company. After pressing a few small kisses on Barry's head, Hal wraps
his other arm around his boyfriend, trapping him in a bear hug.
Barry turns a little so he's sitting sideways in Hal's lap and rests his head
on his chest. He places a gentle hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and sighs
happily, relaxing to the sound of his strong, steady heartbeat.
"I'm flattered," Hal whispers into Barry's golden blond hair, heart warming
when the speedster snuggles close to his body. Hal can't explain how warm and
loved he feels whenever they're together, soaking in each other's presence. "I
missed you so much.."
"Me too," Barry says, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Hal's jaw. "I
couldn't stop thinking about you. Every night, i'd be up wanting you by my
side..." The speedster wraps his arms around Hal's shoulders, trying to touch
as much of him at once. "I love you."
An automatic smile spreads across Hal's lips as they hug each other impossibly
close. He brings his arms lower to squeeze between Barry's, and rubs soothing
circles into the man's back, humming softly. "I love you too." Hal murmurs,
deep voice low and gentle.
Barry closes his eyes and matches his breathing to Hal's. Gentle vibrations
come from Hal's chest as he speaks, and all Barry wants to do is stay like this
forever, safe within the arms of the man he loves.
After a few peaceful moments of shared and comfortable silence, Hal slowly
drags his hands down to Barry's abdomen right below his ribs. Hal ducks his
head and nuzzles his nose on Barry's temple, smiling to himself. He begins
lightly prodding with his fingers, hitting the spots that he knew would easily
make the man squirm and giggle.
"Oh my God!" Barry yelps when he feels Hal's fingers brush against his sides,
all trust suddenly betrayed. "No! Hal-" The speedster bursts into a fit of
uncontrollable laughter and retracts his arms from around Hal to push against
his chest.
Hal cracks a smirk filled with such deviousness and evil intentions, you would
have thought he was a villain. Despite Barry's best efforts of wiggling and
cries for mercy, the brunette continues to poke the now completely weak with
laughter man in his lap, pressing his lips together and closing his eyes,
searching for a kiss when he wasn't busy laughing his own ass off.
Barry desperately attempts to smother his laughter, getting to the point where
his cheeks and stomach burned painfully. He is subconsciously aware through
teary eyes that Hal is silently asking for a kiss, lips puckered and eyes
closed. For a second Barry considers not giving it to him- after all, he did
interrupt a perfectly good cuddle session with tickles. But it would be just as
torturous for himself then for Hal, so he caves in and presses his lips against
Hal's(still giggling, mind you), bringing his hands to rest on either side of
his face.
Satisfied greatly with the fact he received his kiss, Hal ceases his tickling
in favor of resting them over Barry's hips. He smiled into the kiss, and could
feel slight vibrations emanating off of the speedster, making Hal's heart soar
to a whole new level of star filled skies--and those stars were gleaming.
Barry has to pull away disappointingly quickly to catch his breath, desperate
to release the burning sensations in his stomach. He gasps shakily, relaxing
into Hal's arms once more.
"That... wasn't very nice," Barry manages in between gasps. But despite his
tone, he smiles warmly.
Hal snorts and lightly squeezes on Barry's hip affectionately. "I'm a bad boy,
Bear. I don't do nice," He says with a rough sounding voice, flashing a wink at
his boyfriend. Seeing that he wasn't too impressed, Hal sighs and adds somewhat
sarcastically; "But I'm sowwie I wasn't being vewy nice." Hal pokes out his
bottom lip and flutters his brown eyelashes. "Do you fowgive me Bawwy?"
Barry sighs heavily, shaking his head. "With your charm, who couldn't?" He
grins and kisses Hal on the lips once more, rubbing his thumb against the
contours of his handsome face fondly.
Hal chuckles through a close mouthed and dopey smile, the sound vibrating in
his throat. Despite being together for months now, the butterflies in Hal's
stomach never subsided reminding him how happy, nervous, excited, lovestruck,
and lucky Barry made him feel.
Barry pulls away to rest his forehead against Hal's; an intimate gesture
between the two. He takes a deep breath in, staring into Hal's soft brown eyes
and relishing the moment.
After getting that jumpy feeling in his stomach so many times--when Barry
looked at him, or smiled, or kissed him, or.. or anything--, you would think
Hal would be used to the feeling. But it's still foreign as ever, and when
Barry's baby blue eyes find themselves gazing into Hal's, his whole body goes
warm and fuzzy, cheeks flushing. It was extremely special when they did this--
to just get lost in each other's eyes. He actually shows a tiny smile, taking
in every beautiful shade of blue in those irises, every shadow that casts upon
the man's face. Every little detail.
Barry feels a comforting warmth blossom in his stomach as he drinks in Hal's
chocolatey smooth eyes, and his eyelids droop slightly. "I couldn't sleep,"
Barry admits softly. "I couldn't wait for you to be back."
Hal frowns some, realizing that Barry did look tired, slight circles under his
eyes. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. "Barry, you should--we
should go to bed. I'm tired too, babe." Which was true, because he hadn't
actually gotten good sleep while he was away, and couldn't wait to curl up next
to the love of his life, sharing each other' warmth and sheets.
Barry nods, shifting a little but feeling too warm and comfortable to get out
of Hal's lap. He wraps his arms around his neck and smiles charmingly. "Carry
me?"
"Now, how could I say no to that?" Hal answers in a silky smooth voice,
breathing in deep before shifting the man (manchild, more like it.) so he could
easier be carried, and slowly stands, grunting. He should really get in the
weight room more. He walks them both to their room, pushing open the door and
maneuvering in carefully. Hal lays Barry down on the bed, smiling fondly.
"Thanks," Barry sighs with a small, blissful smile plastered on his face. He
shimmies up to the headboard and draws the sheets over his body, then scoots
back down again so his head is resting on the pillow. He lifts the sheet on
Hal's side of the bed so he can crawl in easily.
"Of course.." Hal whispers as he climbs into the bed and feeling instantly
warmer as he snuggles back close to Barry, wrapping protective arm around the
speedster. Hal buries his nose into the back of Barry's head, promising not to
come out.
Barry holds the hand slung around his torso and interlocks their fingers
slowly. He twists his head around to give Hal one last kiss before dozing off
peacefully, surrounded by his boyfriend's comforting warmth.
Chapter End Notes
     Wow first Halbarry RP we finish and it's super short
     Sorry guys
***** Deal (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Talia abducts Jon and Damian is left to save him.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Damian
     Both of us were Talia
     Trigger warnings: Vomit and suicide
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sound asleep, faintly snoring in the warmth of his king sized bed, Damian and
Jon lay side by side. The curtains were slightly open, letting soft, glowing
moonlight trickle into the room as they dreamt.
All was quiet.
And perfect.
 
That's when Talia al Ghul swung down from the top of the roof of the apartment,
landing silently on a slightly rusted fire escape platform. She held up her
gloved hand and clenched a fist, and 3 warriors dressed in all black lowered
onto the platform surrounding Talia. She had already cut the power, ensuring
any security systems failed to pick up her lifting up the window, slipping in
like a shadow. She and her assassins crept around without a single sound,
making their way over to the bed where the two young men lay. Talia looked at
her grown son's sleeping face over for a few seconds, staring emotionlessly
before tearing away, and grabbed a gag rag, placing it over Superboy's mouth,
holding it there for a good minute before withdrawing. Her men then gingerly
picked up the man from the bed cautiously, and just as quick as they entered,
they exited. The al Ghul lingers, dropping her eyes to Damian's hand that was
previously next to his lover's. She then turns to the bedside table, and digs a
note out of her pocket, placing it down face side up. And just like that, she
was gone.
~ 0 ~
Damian wakes to the feeling of sunlight trickling in his room from the slightly
open window, casting a warm light over his face. He sits up when he realizes
Jon was not beside him, glancing around curiously. He feels the part of the
mattress where Jon should've been laying. Cold. He must've left relatively
early in the morning. That was odd. Usually it was Damian who did the
disappearing in the middle of the night.
The young Wayne stands up and lumbers over to the bathroom, investigating there
to see if Jon was just getting ready early like he usually did. All was quiet.
Too quiet.
Damian makes his way back into the main section of his room and he spots a
piece of paper sitting on the smooth wood. The sight makes his heart leap into
his throat. There's no way anyone could've gotten in without setting off an
alarm. He picks up the paper with shaky hands and begins to read.
No... Damian frowns deeply, feeling his fingers start to press into the paper's
edges, crinkling it some. Without even putting on shoes, Damian sprints out of
his apartment to the exit stairs at the end of the hallway. Skipping two stairs
at a time, he swings open the door leading to the roof and almost trips when
his eyes land on a destroyed electric box, wires going every which way, metal
bent in dysfunctional shapes. His gaze falls back to the piece of paper in his
hand, and he feels the overwhelming weight of fear drag him to the rooftop,
unable to form complete thoughts. After what felt like hours of just staring at
the mostly blank slip of paper, Damian finally stumbles away, struggling to not
fall down the stairs as he rushed as fast as he could back to his apartment,
still feeling the after effects of the worst anxiety attack he's ever had in
his life. The Wayne tears off his pajamas, and thrusts open the closet door,
snagging his Robin uniform and frantically shoving on the tight armor and
boots. Once he was fully geared up, he exits his apartment, heading for hell,
and leaving behind the piece of paper with one, singular word on it, written in
all too familiar handwriting.
Home
~ 0 ~
Jon wakes slowly, feeling achy all over for some reason. He keeps his eyes
closed for a little, wondering how the hell he had such an awful headache. Not
only that, but he was standing and couldn't move. His arms and legs were
chained, he determined. After a few moments of trying not to freak out, he
opens his eyes. Unfamiliar stone walls surround him, giving off the vibes of a
cave and making Jon feel a little claustrophobic. Unlike the batcave, it felt
cold and threatening, with green flames licking the stone from torches lining
the walls. He tries to see beyond the walls of his... cell, but for some reason
his x-ray vision isn't working.
Jon tugs on the chains forcing his arms up experimentally, and surprise; it
doesn't give. He stills for the time being, waiting for something- or someone-
to happen.
The cell wall behind Jon parts, and Talia al Ghul emerges, deciding that now
the Kryptonian was awake to at least make chit chat before her son arrives… She
circles around Superboy slowly, trying to figure out why it was that her son
chose this man to be his beloved. Was it because he was the son of Superman?
Was it because he was strong? Talia knew for a fact, this man was no warrior.
Had he killed before? She doubted it.
"Jonathan Kent." Talia says, taking a step forward and meeting unamused crystal
blue eyes.
Jon stares at the woman in front of him with narrowed eyes. "Who the hell are
you? How do you know my name?"
"That's saddening to know, that your beloved never mentioned his mother." She
frowns but other than that keeps her gaze from showing emotion, standing square
in front of the Boy of Steel.
Jon studies the woman silently. She does look like Damian with her striking
green eyes that pierce into your thoughts and fair black hair. "Alright," he
says passively. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Certainty you should be able to figure that out for yourself?" Talia lifts her
chin, unsure of if she wants to leave or not. She could leave him confused.
Or.. maybe not. Maybe she could at least be productive until Damian arrived.
"To draw Damian here?" Jon guesses. "He'll kick your ass."
Talia holds back a smirk, in exchange for a glance at the guards to leave the
room. She didn't have much on her, but a sharp shard of kryptonite and herself
was all she needed. "He'll be begging at my feet for mercy." She responds with,
grabbing the lead composed container that held the green crystal. She flicked
the lid open and her eyes seemed to darken. "For your pathetic ass." She
murmurs, the sentence barely audible, and she doubted Jon could even hear that
if the kryptonite exposure was doing anything yet.
Jon barely manages not to shrink back from the green crystal, biting his tongue
stubbornly. He expected this... monster of a woman to at least rough him up a
little before Damian's arrival. He steels himself for what's to come.
A small snarl curls at the assassin's lip, slightly disgusted by the young hero
in her wake. "You have weaknesses," She says slowly, eyes never leaving the
somewhat nervous ones looking back at her. "And when those weaknesses are
exploited, you are nothing." Her voice lowers an octave, raising her fist that
clenched the glowing green crystal. She was just inches away from Jon now, and
beads of sweat already caked his cheeks and forehead.
The words mean nothing to Jon, perceived as just villainous banter. He lifts
his head bravely, despite the fear churning in his gut. "Fuck you."
Talia's sharp green eyes stare dead into Jon's, a lethal fire raging from deep
within. She swiftly jabs down onto Superboy's chest, but is knowing to only
break the skin, light but deep red blood responding to the weapon that tore a
line in the pale skin. She twists her wrist at an angle, digging slightly into
muscle. Painfully and cruelly slowly, Talia drags the green and now red crystal
across Jon's chest, jaw clenched. "To survive, to thrive, to live, you must rid
yourself of all weaknesses."
Jon hisses, hands clenching in their restraints as Talia digs the Kryptonite
into his skin and slowly drags it across his chest. He cries out weakly as the
dagger twists slightly into his flesh, muscles straining to break free from the
chains holding him up.
Talia was satisfied with the deep red line that marked itself all the way
across Superboy's chest and removes the kryptonite, watching as the blood
starts to drip slow and small drops onto the floor or his own legs. She
enclosed her fist once more over the Kryptonite, making her fist glow a bit
green. Talia draws back her fist and takes a quick slug over Jon's jaw, and
then another lightning fast jab at his ribs, finishing with a throw to the
Kryptonian's sternum, hearing an 'oof' from Jon as some air leaves his lungs.
The assassin unclenches her fist then, dropping the crystal right bellow Jon,
and she takes a step back, already spotting multiple bruises over the man's
skin.
Jon studies the ground with weary blue eyes, breathing heavier than normal. He
spits a bit of blood towards Talia's feet spitefully, eyes glinting
dangerously. When I get out of here, this lady is going down, Jon thinks to
himself.
Talia ignores the red saliva that hits her boot in favor of turning to walk
away from Jon, exiting the cell with a loud bang.
~0~
 
Damian could only fly the jet so fast. There was a limit, and he was up to it.
He was about another 300 miles out, but could get there well within under 20
minutes. He slips on his domino, clenching and unclenching his fists that were
starting to sore from doing it so much. What was she doing to Jon? What is she
going to do with Jon? To Jon.
No. She's not.
Not until Damian breathes his last breath. Meanwhile, he made sure he had his
mini arsenal of grenades, smoke bombs and daggers. He had his bo staff and
katana and he we just itching to use all of it.
As he neared the League's territory, Damian made no attempt to go in stealth
mode and decided the best way in with through the front door. The engine roared
over the mountains and winds, and he finally laid eyes on hell. Here goes
nothing.
Talia is waiting patiently for Damian when he arrives, crashing through the
ceiling with such fury she's almost proud. She smiles at her son with mock
warmth as bits of stone fall around him, and says smoothly, "Hello, Damian.
It's been a while."
"Cut the shit, where the hell is Jon and why did you kidnap him?" Damian glares
daggers at his mother, stomach twisting and churning just by thinking about all
the hell she's put him and his family through.
Talia continues to smile at Damian, and waves one of her guards out without
breaking her piercing gaze. "You betrayed the entire clan, my son. You've made
clear where you stand; with the weak and poor. But I'm a patient woman. I've
decided to give you a chance at redemption."
The guard comes in dragging along a helpless Jon, a Kryptonite shard held
dangerously close to his neck. A few more guards surround Jon, chaining him to
the ground and making sure he can't shake them off.
"And if you do not accept, I'm afraid your beloved will perish," she finishes
without breaking her stoic expression.
Damian's eyes take on a fearful tone, seeing the condition Jon's in. He had no
doubt been tortured, and thankfully it didn't look to be a lot. "You bitch!"
Damian snarls, fists clenching. "The hell he will! I could kill all of you in
this room before you could even dream of killing him!" his voice bellows, fury
and anger carrying it on with a message that he'll keep to his word and protect
Jon, making sure no one harms him.
"If you move a single inch toward him, my guards have orders to slit his neck
immediately," Talia explains evenly. The guard that had fetched Jon lets the
Kryptonite dig into the flesh of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head back a
little to avoid being cut. The Boy of Steel swallows visibly, beads of sweat
rolling down the sides of his face.
"I wonder what you will choose. Yourself, or your lover?" Talia thinks out
loud, leaning back comfortably in her seat. "Either way, I win."
Weighing his options wasn't an option. He could care less what happens to
himself, and he would choose Jon any day. Damian looks right at Jon's eyes,
trying to search them for some type of encouragement that things were going to
be alright.
"I… let Jon go." Damian spits it out violently, wanting for all of his to be
over and Jon home safe. "Let him go."
"Is that your choice?" Talia inquires, raising an eyebrow.
"Dami, no-" Jon tries to say, but the movement of his throat causes the green
crystal to break his skin slightly. He tries to send a message to Damian with
his eyes instead, staring at him desperately. Don't do it, Damian.
Damian flinches when he see's a small pool of red form at the surface cut, but
he steadies himself by concentrating on Jon. "Yes. Yes-Just let him go!" The
Robin says impatiently and still skittish, being worried about what's next to
come. I love you, Jon. He knows Jon doesn't want him to do it, but he should
also know by now that Damian never plays to anyone's rules either. I love
you...
Talia nods at the guard, but instead of releasing Jon like Damian is expecting,
he plunges the shard of Kryptonite into his throat.
All Jon can focus on is the pain swallowing him up, attempting to scream to
relive some of the pain but only managing to choke on his own blood. He
convulses against the chains holding him down, mouth gaping as he tries to suck
in precious air. All he succeeds in doing is making pathetic gurgling sounds
that almost amuse Talia. Almost.
Damian lets out a blood curling scream of absolute terror as the green crystal
sinks into Jon's throat as if he was made of anything but steel. Fear starts to
burn up inside Damian, and his screams never die out, and he wasn't completely
sure of what it was he was screaming. He goes sprinting towards his beloved,
but is grabbed back by the cape by two guards, and Damian eyes them with the
most. Hatful. Lethal. Furious. Angry. Disgusted. Dead. Horrified. Vengeful.
Helpless look he could muster, and punches them hard in their throats, a sickly
choking sound coming from them as they hit the ground.
Talia stands, all traces of a smile gone from her face. She flees the scene
quietly, sneaking out a secret exit and leaving behind the unfortunate guards
who would inevitably be caught in Damian's blind rage.
Jon is drowning in his own blood, black starting to invade his vision. He's
vaguely aware of warm tears dripping down his face, but everything feels like a
dream. All sound is muffled as if he's underwater, and Jon can see Damian
furiously hacking and slashing through the many guards, fighting to get to him.
He feels lighter, as if being carried by angels into the heavens, but he can't
leave. Not yet. Not when there was still so much left to say...!
Jon tries to get Damian's attention, but more rivulets of thick crimson liquid
cascade down his chin instead. He finally welcomes the darkness, crystal blue
eyes glazing over. I love you.
Once Damian had seen Jon fall onto the floor, blood flowing out of him like a
gushing river, the Robin let out every single bit of rage in him. He charged at
everyone man, shoving his sword deep within their guts and then finishing them
off with a blow to their neck. But the guard that slit Jon's throat? If Damian
had more time and self control, the son of a bitch would have been tortured
until he wished he was never born.
Intense green eyes with tears streaming down, splatters of blood dappled on his
cheeks, lay on Jon and he almost screams once more.
"JON!" he yells, practically falling to get himself over to his lover. "JON NO!
WAKE UP!! BELOVED, WAKE UP!" Damian's ugly, broken yell was thick and
sorrowful, and he threw his blood covered sword away from himself as he hunched
over the son of Superman.
Jon remains unresponsive. The life has faded from his eyes, and if it weren't
for the chains holding him up, he would've long since fallen to the floor. A
pool of sticky blood collects below him, more of the red substance still
dripping from his mouth and throat onto the cold stone floor. The trails of
tears staining his bruised face are still visible.
When Jon was not responding, Damian starts mumbling and sobbing quiet words,
not believing what he was seeing. Is this a nightmare? Please let me wake up.
"Why can't I wake up?!" Damian sobs out and grabs onto Jon's shoulders and
shakes him a little bit, thoughts turning dark and hysterical. "Jon! Jon--we
have to go home. YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!" He screeches out, voice cracking and
barely keeping together before he completely broke down into tears, deep ugly
sobs and shivers racking his body.
Damian doesn't stop crying until he feels empty inside, and cups Jon's cheek so
he can lift his face. The sight of the glowing Kryptonite going straight
through his throat makes him want to throw up, so he does, aiming downwards so
he doesn't get Jon any more messed up. The vomit mixes with Jon's blood and
Damian gags at the sight, but there's nothing left to throw up so he dry heaves
uncomfortably for a few moments.
He stares into Jon's lifeless eyes and takes a shaky breath, wishing he had
died with his beloved. He leans forward to kiss him gently, not caring about
the metallic taste of blood.
"You didn't deserve to die.. you de--” Damian coughs and winces, voice sore
from him vomiting. "You deserved the world, Jon. I'm so sorry.. I'm so so
sorry.." He holds onto Jon's face so the man wouldn't leave, hoping Jon was
still alive. "I love you so much…"
Damian stays by Jon's side until the warmth has left his body. Only then does
he reach for his sword with shaky arms, staring at it in his hands blankly. Jon
is dead. There is no reason to stay on this wretched earth... Perhaps I will
see him in the afterlife. I'm sure he'll have gone to heaven, though... Damian
sets his jaw and plunges the sword into his chest, piercing his heart
immediately. He falls back onto the stone floor, eyes glazing over with the
same lifelessness that clouded Jon's. A small smile spreads across his face
when he sees Jon coming down from the stars to retrieve his soul, hoping it
wasn't just a hallucination.
Damian bleeds out in the home of his enemies with the love of his life.
Chapter End Notes
     Heyy angst without a happy ending! We were strong this time >:)
***** Broken (Bluepulse) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Bart is about to confess to Jaime, but something happens...
     Feat. Tim being a pal
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jaime and Tim
     SAS as Bart
Today was the day.
Bart could feel it, he knew he was feeling confident that day. He was feeling
extra bubbly and excited, and he decided he would do it today. He ran off to
his room and spent around thirty minutes on making himself look presentable.
Yeah, he used superspeed. But it took 30 minutes! Despite his confidence, Bart
was still worried. For a lot of things. But he tried to push all of his worries
aside as he stepped out of his room and sped to the commons room, grabbing a
water from the fridge and 'waits casually' for Jaime to show up.
Jaime lumbers into the commons room, casually dressed with a t-shirt and jeans.
He runs a hand through his hair and smiles at Bart when he sees him leaning
against the counter, water in hand. "Hey, Bart. Sleep well?"
"Blue! Hey, yeah I did!" Bart says with a beaming smile, even though he was
already getting nervous. He looks down at his water for a second, wondering to
himself why it was suddenly so hard to make conversation. His heart was racing
like a jet, and his mind was running crazy. "How bout you?"
"Yeah," Jaime answers simply, opening the fridge. "Damn. I think Gar stole my
food again." He shrugs and reaches for the milk, pouring it into a bowl with
some cereal. "I think I'm gonna have to have a talk with Gar about not stealing
my food. I'm getting real tired of eating cereal every morning."
Bart watches Jaime sit down, and contemplates sitting down next to him, but
decides he probably shouldn't, that'd probably make his nerves spike up to an
unhealthy level. "What did he steal?" He asks after taking a sip of his water
to calm himself down.
"A sandwich," Jaime grumbles, munching on a large bite of his sucky breakfast.
"It's no big, though. I can deal." He stretches his arms upwards with a groan,
trying to shake off his morning sleepiness.
The speedster gives a 'hmm', even though his mind is practically screaming at
him to just ask Jaime out for lunch later, Bart's treat.
Nononoimnotreadyforthat. He sets his drink down on the counter and speeds off,
glass rattling after he does so. He returns no more than 10 seconds later with
about 3 bags filled with sandwiches from local shops. Here's grinning and sets
the bags on the counter, grabbing out a bacon egg and cheese sandwich and
digging in. "Problem solved."
Jaime stares at the sandwiches with a slightly agape mouth for a few seconds
before looking up at a grinning Bart. "You really didn't have to do that, but
thanks...!" He reaches into one of the bags, not really caring which one he
got. Anything was better than cereal for the seventh day in a row.
"I know I didn't have to but I wanted to." He smiles wide, somewhat proud of
himself. "Cause uh, I was hungry too." He add's nervously but truthfully and
takes a big bite from his sandwich. Just don't screw up. All you have to do is
ask him to dinner. Or lunch, or something.
Whydidn'tithinkaboutaplacetoaskhimouttoo?!
Jaime munches on his egg salad sandwich, grateful for the change in taste for
once. "You're the best, Bart," he says with a smile. "Dunno what I'd do without
you."
Bart's heart swells at that, a small and bashful smile lingering as he eats the
rest of his sandwich with a slight flush on his freckled cheeks. Once he's
through with that, Bart fidgets a little before taking in a breath and
swallowing all his doubts and nerves. "Hey Jaime?"
"Yeah?" Jaime asks, looking up questioningly. He sees the familiar form of
Traci walk up behind Bart and waves at her. She smiles and comes around the
counter to kiss him on the cheek. Jaime's heart flutters a little and he beams
at his girlfriend.
"Sorry," Jaime says, turning back to Bart. "You were saying?"
Everything seems to move in slow motion, and Bart guesses he probably slipped
into relative time. He can see every small movement happen right before him,
and watches in agony as Jaime's eyes light up when Traci pecks him on the
cheek. He seems to be watching for hours. Hours of Jaime's chocolate brown eyes
gazing dreamily at Traci. And for hours, Bart can't even breath. It's a mixture
between struggled and sharp inhales, with shaky and slow exhales. He finally
comes back to relative time, a neutral expression on after forcing himself to
calm down.
"O-oh you're fine. I was.. gonna ask if you knew where.. my goggles went?" He
thinks up at the last second, screaming internally. Gottagogottagogottago..
"Hm... no, sorry," Jaime answers, picking up on Bart's panicked vibe. "Are you-
" The speedster disappears from his vision suddenly. "-okay...?"
Bart speeds off to his room, only staying in there for a second. Someone would
come looking for him in his room. He didn't want to see anyone right now. Not
when he felt all of the walls closing in on him, like he'd just been sucker
punched in the mouth then slammed into the ground. His breathing was heavy and
and loud, and he felt himself getting dizzy. Bart speeds right out of his room,
right out of the base, right out of the city and just keeps running. He keeps
running until he feels like he's going to Luke, so he stops and regains
himself. The tears fall to the ground, and he suddenly realizes he wasn't in
his suit. He ejects it from his rings and speeds into it quickly, just standing
with a dumb look on his face. He didn't know what to do. What's he supposed to
do?
"It's just my luck." He says aloud with a hysterical tone, and begins to sadly
laugh, tears streaming down his red and wind burnt cheeks. He didn't even know
where he was. It was slightly cooler and there was thick forests all around
him. This wouldn't do. The trees were leaning in on him, threatening to fall.
He zooms back out of the forest and runs for hours. Bart's exhausted. He runs
back into the bad and heads straight for his room, vining through all the walls
and collapses on his bed, quietly sobbing into his sheets.
~ 0 ~
Tim notices Bart had been missing all day. That was something that had never
happened; the energetic speedster was always seeking someone to talk to and
spend time with. Tim wondered if he found out about Jaime and Traci. It was
likely, since Bart spent every breathing moment either with Jaime or thinking
about Jaime. Worried for his friend's well being, he makes his way to Bart's
room and knocks on the door gently.
"Bart?" he calls softly. "Are you okay?"
Tim.
Bart's sort of bloodshot eyes flew open and he lifted his head off of his
pillow slightly. "..I'm--" His voice was barely audible, and his throat hurt
like hell. He clears his throat and swallows, calling out once more, "I'm
fine..I'm just feeling sick.." And it was sort of true. He never got over the
nauseous feeling that was rooted in his gut, and he had a pounding headache
from crying so much. His eyes stung and his whole body hurt.
Tim isn't convinced, but decides to play along with Bart's lie until he can get
inside. "I'm coming in, okay?" He reaches for the doorknob.
The speedster buries himself under all of his blankets and sheets, shaking in a
tight ball as he hid. "Tim.. I'm fine.. you don't have to come in, don't come
in.. He says shakily, lip quivering, so he bites down and breathes out through
his teeth when he hears the doorknob start to turn.
Tim stops turning the doorknob temporarily, not wanting to ruin Bart's trust in
him by ignoring his plea. "Are you sure you don't want me to? You sound like
you could use some help," Tim says knowingly.
"You can't help with this." Is all Bart says, sighing loudly into his blankets.
His heart was saying he wanted a shoulder to cry on, but Tim didn't want to
listen to that.
But he's offering help..
"I'm a mess." Bart adds, sniffing and wiping his runny nose on his shirt
sleeve.
Tim takes Bart's last comment as an "I need help" and enters, closing the door
behind him and spotting the speedster attempting to hide in a pile of blankets.
He takes a seat on the mattress and tries to peel the blankets off of his
friend. "Is this about Jaime?"
Bart shivers when the blanket's warmth leaves him, (he had a long sleeve tee on
and some shorts, but he was still cold.) and he only curls into a smaller ball,
hands rubbing nervously along his legs. "How'd you guess...?" He says without
humor, quietly as he stared down at the mattress.
Tim puts a warm hand on the younger boy's shoulder, peering into his lowered
eyes. "Wasn't that hard to figure out, if I'm being honest," he says. "Look,
I'm not the best with relationship advice, but I'm here to listen if you want
to talk."
Bart leans into the comforting hand, and his glossy green eyes raise some to
look at his friend. There's a small smile that appears for a second, before he
frowns once more. "I'm.. I'm just so stupid." He squeaks out, eyes shutting
tightly.
Tim peers at Bart, encouraging him to elaborate silently.
"Why didn't I try to confess sooner? Not even that. Why did I even think he
could possibly like me, Tim?" Bart rubs at his eye, trying to will the tears
away. His eyes already stung enough.
"You were in love," Tim says sympathetically, removing his hand from Bart's
shoulder. "It's hard to see clearly when you're in love."
Cringing at the word, Bart nods. He shifts a little and rotates so he's closer
to Tim, and lays his head on the elder's leg. Bart's auburn hair flops over his
eyes as he closes them, sniffling. "What if I don't ever get over him...?"
"I... don't know," Tim says honestly. If Kon didn't return his feelings for
me... I'm not sure what I'd do. "But you'll be okay, Bart. I know you will."
Tim smiles down at the speedster, resting a gentle hand in his hair.
"It's okay." Bart whispers, but more so repeating it so that maybe he would
believe it himself, and smiles sadly. "I'm really happy you're such a great
friend." He adds softly, awkwardly reaching an arm around Tim and squeezing him
as tight as he could.
"Happy to help..." Tim says, returning the lopsided hug. He stays by Bart until
his hiccuping breaths are gone and he falls asleep in his lap. The Robin lays
him out gently across his bed and draws one of his blankets over him. He exits
the room with a heavy heart. He'll be okay.
***** Space Prince (AmiJon/Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     A space prince falls from the sky and wins Jon's heart. Damian is
     jealous but refuses to say anything.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Amir
     Both of us as Damian, Bruce, and Hal
     Requested by desolationofzara
      
     Amir_art_gallery
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It’s just another Sunday afternoon. Jon is outside feeding the cows and
chickens when he hears... screaming from outside the barn.
What the heck is that?? he thinks, racing outside to find a figure falling from
the sky.
"Oh my God!!" Jon leaps into the air, racing to catch the person before they
hit the ground. He comes up beneath them and encases them in his arms
protectively, bracing for impact.
Superboy hits the ground with an oof, earth shattering and breaking from the
force of their fall. He's still for a moment, trying to blink away the pain
throbbing all over his body.
Amir was certain he was about to die. He wasn't ready to die?! He had screamed
at the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear him or notice.
His prayers were answered when he was scooped into strong arms and never felt
the full impact when they hit the ground. Amir had his eyes shut tight, and he
opens an eye, guessing and hoping he's still alive. What?? Who?? Amir sits up
instantly, coughing through the dust and dirt that had flew into the air around
them. He looks around at his surroundings, seeing blue skies, green trees and
grass plains as far as his eyes could see.
Amir's attention returns back to the body below him, and he immediately
collapses onto the--what he guessed to be a human--and wraps his arms around
them, squeezing tightly. "Oh thank you, oh thank you, oh thank you!" Amir
chants, nuzzling into their shoulder.
"Ugh," Jon groans, all the air being squeezed out of him once more. He taps the
being's shoulder gently, trying to get them off him. As much as I love a hug
and a thanks, I can't breathe...!
"Apologies!" Amir says frantically and pushes away, eyes taking in the view. He
gasps and his jaw drops to the floor practically. "Oh my stars! You're
beautiful!"
Jon is frozen under the beautiful dark eyes of the... alien he had just
rescued. I'm beautiful? Then what the hell are you??
Jon doesn't think he's seen anything more gorgeous in his entire life, and he
finds himself speechless from the sheer beauty of the creature. A slow blush
dusts his cheeks pink, but he shakes it off hastily.
"Who are you? Why did you fall from the sky?!"
Amir moves his face closer the human's studying the features. He had only seen
a few before, but none of the male gender. They were quite remarkable, and it
took all of his power not to hug the boy once more. But Amir realized that
might make his savior uncomfortable, and decides against it. After he was
satisfied with his inspection, he pulls back and clears his throat. "I am
Prince Amir, member of the Purple Lantern Corps." The alien states, pride and
authority thick in his silky smooth voice.
"There's a Purple Lantern Corps? Since when?" Jon inquires, *very* confused. He
stands up and dusts off his clothes, studying the alien in all his glory.
He's lean and a little on the short side, a long translucent cape flowing
behind him and a graceful suit fit perfectly around his body, framing all the
best parts shamelessly. His hair is fluffy and a creamy blonde, framing a
flawless face with strange yet breathtaking markings all over it. His skin is
just a few shades darker than his hair, and it looks so smooth Jon wants to
reach out and touch it. He manages to contain himself.
"Uh! Since ever! I think--we're just as important as the Green Lanterns though!
I swear, we don't get enough recognition.." Amir frowns, disheartened by this
news. How had the humans not heard of the Purple Lanterns??! After all, one of
their own is a human herself! Amir rocks back on his heels, puffing his cheeks
in a pout, while he crossed his toned arms.
"Um," Jon says intelligently. "And... why were you falling out of the sky?"
Amir holds up his hand, a glossy violet ring within his small palm. "It lost
its charge.. I'm far away from home, and I could not contact my fellow members.
I knew that one of our members--and fellow lanterns--inhabit the Earth, so I
traveled here and used up the last bit of my ring's energy." He explains, eyes
falling to the ground. "I'm a 'newbie' as you could call it.. I'm not the
best.."
"You are very lucky you fell here, you know that?" Jon says, staring into those
beautiful eyes. He doesn't even want to imagine what would've happened if Amir
had landed somewhere where there were no superheroes conveniently standing
around and waiting for aliens to drop out of the sky.
"I guess I am." Amir smiles charmingly, perfect teeth beaming at Jon. "I met
you." He adds, gesturing his hand to the boy in front of him. "What is your
name?" He perks up, straightening his posture and fixing his sagging shoulders.
"Jonathan Kent. Most people just call me Jon," Superboy answers immediately
without thinking about the consequences. Dammit. Way to keep your secret
identity, Jon.
Amir steps forward and without hesitation takes Jonathan's hand in his and
bows, kissing the back of the boy's pale hand. He stands, and lets his eyes
roam back over his features, and Amir tilts his head slightly. "Jonathan, are
you a Prince?" He has to be. How else would he be this attractive?
"Uh..." Jon stares at the spot Amir's lips brushed against, mind going blank.
Did he just... ohhh my God. He continues to stare at the spot for a solid few
seconds before shaking his head as if trying to physically clear his mind. "Uh-
No. I'm not. Why?"
After staring dumbfounded at Jonathan for a moment, he tilts his head up and at
an angle, still unsure if that was true or not. "You have to be. You are
remarkably gorgeous. Your dark hair contrasts perfectly with your white skin,
and your crystal blue eyes are insanely bright. How?" Amir also notes the
small, rounded ears at the side of the boy's head, and his rounded cheekbones,
no doubt from baby fat still lingering. He was quite tall despite how young in
age he looked, and there was already slight muscle on his legs and arms..
"Oh." The blush comes back, and full force this time. "I, uh... don't know? You
don't look so bad yourself." What. No, take that back.
Amir shifts his arms to around his back neatly, suddenly finding a rock on the
ground compelling to look at as a pink dusts his marked cheeks. "Thank you,
Jonathan. I'm flattered.." He says softly, voice light as a feather.
"Mhm," Jon grunts, embarrassed and flustered all at once. "I think... We should
get you back home. To my home, I mean." He picks Amir up and flies them back to
the farm. He decides against going inside his house for the time being. Not
until he calls Damian.
He sets Amir down gently onto the grass and digs out his phone, beginning to
call his friend.
Amir looks around his surroundings again at the big red structure that appeared
to be made from wood, and a sort of pentagon shaped--oh it was a house.
Jonathan's home. So that's what they look like..? Quite small..
"What is that?" Amir walks in front of Jon, tilting his head down at the small
flat rectangle of technology. "A compact hologram player?" He muses, watching
intently at the boy's white fingers went tap softly on the surface.
"A cellphone," Jon says, the explanation ending as soon as it began when Damian
picks up.
"Hey, I may have a tiny problem."
Damian puts his phone to his ear, tilting his head to push and hold it to his
shoulder as he fed Titus. "Yes, Jon?" He asks with a fake worry in his voice.
"Pee the bed again, child?"
"Haha, very mature," Jon says, unamused. "Look, an alien just fell out of the
sky and I caught him but I don't think he can get home."
A slight frown falls over Damian's lips as he pours kibble into a metal bowl,
then takes the phone into his hand. "An alien? Jon, are you safe?" He asks even
though Jon was practically invincible and had laser vision.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Jon says, waving his hand in the air despite Damian not
being able to see him. "I don't think he is, though. I don't know what to do.
He says he's part of the 'Purple Lantern Corps'."
Damian nearly chokes on air, scoffing so hard. "Excuse me? How--does he have
proof?" Damian then hears a 'Show him my ring' in the background, and Jon
shortly explains that he can't do that when he's only calling someone. The
voice replies with a grunt.
"Just... get over here." Jon ends the call before Damian can make a smartass
retort and sighs, looking back at Amir. His breath is stolen from him once more
and he has to remind himself to stop getting lost in those eyes, dammit-
"What's going on?" Amir searches his new friend's face, noting how he was
slightly annoyed and mostly exhausted. "Are you feeling okay, Jon?"
"My 'friend' can get annoying sometimes," Jon explains shortly. "Don't worry
about it; I've been dealing with him for years now." Jon takes a seat in the
grass. "While we're waiting, we might as well tell each other about ourselves,
don't'cha think?"
Amir smiles warmly and plops down close in front of Jon, gazing at the
younger's beautiful sky eyes. "That would be pleasant. Where to begin? My home
planet is Valzad, and I'm a Prince. I don't have any siblings, sadly. I am.. 14
earth years old? I believe?" Amir crosses his thin legs under himself, and
brushes a lock of buttercup colored hair behind his pointed ear.
"I'm half human, half Kryptonian, and I'm 13 years old," Jon begins. "I live on
this farm with my family, and I also lead a double life as Superboy."
"Kryptonian!" Stars dance in Amir's eyes, a wide open mouthed smile shooting
across his lips. "That is why you are so handsome! Kryptonian's are very fair,
if I do say so myself.." Amir adds sheepishly, a flush returning to his cheeks.
Jon's face flushes a deep shade of red at that, giving an amused smile. "You
are very charming, Amir." Jon already feels like he can tell the alien anything
despite having just met. It's a nice change from Damian's cold and distant way
of showing affection.
Amir chuckles, warmth fluttering in his stomach as he tilts his head down
towards the soft green grass at his fingertips. His blond hair falls flush over
his ears, framing the sides of his tanned and blushed cheeks.
"So are you, Superboy. You must be very strong--of course you are, you carried
me here. And you can fly. I wish I had that as a natural ability. Oh stars,
what else can you do?" he asks wondrously after picking a few blades of grass
from the soft soil they sat over.
"I can have laser and x-ray vision, frost breath, and superhearing," Jon lists
with a smile, glad he can amuse someone with his abilities. "How about you?
Doesn't have to be powers- more like hobbies if you want."
After practically 'ooo'ing over Jon and what he could do, Amir proudly speaks
up. "I can tell other's emotions. Everyone associates Valzadians with love,
because it is our strongest emotion." He ponders on the thought. "An empath, I
guess you could say. But, not exactly." He shrugs. "Valzadians are also very
connected with music, and it's one of the biggest parts of our culture."
"Sweet," Jon comments, and he thinks the word really is appropriate because
Amir is so sweet he thinks his teeth are rotting just looking at him.
It's then when Damian comes rolling up into his driveway on his motorcycle,
taking off his helmet and jogging over to Jon. "So. This is the alien?" The
Robin sweeps a calculating gaze over Amir. Huh.
"Jonathan, this must be your friend!" Amir beams and runs up to hug the short
boy, but a hand pushing at his chest blocks him front the desired contact.
What? "So. You say you are a member of the Purple Lantern Corps. The hell are
you on Earth for?" Damian raises an eyebrow and looks the seeming younger boy
up and down. He was different looking. Not a bad thing, but sure not human.
"I crash landed," Amir explains. "I couldn't get home with the amount of charge
my ring had, so I came here. You have a lantern who lives here, correct?"
Damian glances at Jon, then the alien, then his phone. He was still mostly
unconvinced, but he decided to humor the boy. "Correct. Now if you'll excuse
me, I'm calling in father to see what he can do..about this. Jon, where is your
father?"
"Off doing important hero stuff, I guess," Jon says. "Are you sure we should
call Batman? I don't think he'd know what to do in this situation either."
"He can get Green Lantern, someone who would know what to do. Hopefully he's
not offworld." Damian says before walking off a few paces make the call.
Amir watches intently as the young man goes, somewhat confused but still
intrigued by this mysterious friend. "He seems fierce." Amir comments, turning
back to face Jon. "He does not seem to like me."
"Don't take it personally. He doesn't like anyone," Jon says with a snicker.
Amir sort of giggles, and walks a step closer to Jon. "I guess so. But I can
tell, he does seem to like you."
"Like me? He makes fun of me every moment we're together," Jon scoffs in
disbelief. Damian Wayne liking a poor country boy... I can only imagine, Jon
thinks humorlessly.
"I've observed that little boys tend to do that. He's teasing, or maybe showing
he's very comfortable around you." Amir says with a shrug of his shoulders and
rests a hand on Jon's arm gingerly. "Trust me, I can tell he doesn't dislike
you. He might just not know how to handle certain feelings." He smiles
reassuringly.
Jon stares at Amir's hand on his arm, then up at his face. A small smile forms
on his lips, and he nods. "Thank you."
Amir feels a flutter of warmth in his tummy and he stretches his arms out and
around Jon, hugging him tightly. It lasts a few seconds before he pulls himself
away with an deep embarrassed flush on his dotted cheeks.
"I'm sorry! I know you probably did not want that much physical contact, I
won't do it again," Amir says quickly, rubbing the back of his neck and
shifting on his feet awkwardly.
"No, you're fine," Jon insists with a smile. "I... I like it."
Damian coughs, staring at the two. "A little quiet, please? He's picking up."
Amir presses his lips together and hushes himself, glancing over at Damian,
then looks back to Jon. Amir's beautifully marked hand slips into Jon's, and
the alien tugs his new friend out into the grass fields more, so they could
give Damian some peace and quiet.
"What's there to do on earth? What do you do, besides being an amazing
superhero, who sometimes saves random aliens that fall from the sky?" Amir
laughs lightly as he swings their hands back and forth.
"Lots." Amir's laughter rings like the chiming of bells, and Jon would be
content listening to that sound for all of eternity. "I like music and nature
and people. All sorts of things." Jon feels a warmth blossoming in his stomach
as they walk hand-in-hand, squeezing Amir's gently. "How about you?"
Entranced with Jon, Amir barely remembers how to talk. He sort of shakes his
head at himself, and starts to speak. "I love music. I'm happy you like too.
Back at my home, my mother taught me to sing and dance and it's something I
enjoy doing when I have the chance." He thinks back on his planet, where there
would be festivals all of the time, and how he would dance in his room or with
people he knew, impressing the eyes of many.
"That's amazing," Jon says honestly, laughing sheepishly. "I don't think I
could dance if my life depended on it."
Amir looks over Jon, confused. "But you have the perfect body to be a dancer!"
he exclaims, taking Jon's other hand. "Anyone can dance! It's not about if
you're good, or experienced. You just have to feel the beat and flow to it."
Amir states firmly, and spins Jon around quickly so the younger's back is flush
up against Amir's chest. He spins Jon back around with a slight humorous
giggle, and sways them back and forth. "Come on, let's try it!"
Jon squeaks as Amir spins him around, his back pressed right up against the
alien's chest. His entire face and the tips of his ears flush a furious red,
and he welcomes it. He starts to laugh heartily as they spin around on the
field, Amir leading and Jon having no clue what he's doing. He tries to match
the beat Amir is moving with, and to his surprise, mostly succeeds.
"You're a natural, Jonathan!" Amir laughs as his eyelids flutter closed,
getting lost within their rhythm. This is so much fun! He thinks as he brings
Jon in close and spins the both around, heart light and giddy. He drapes his
arms over the boy's shoulders and leans in while still laughing breathlessly,
resting his forehead against Jon's.
Jon brings his hands to Amir's waist instinctively and picks him up, spinning
them around, foreheads still pressed together.
Amir takes in a breath of air as he feels himself leave the ground, and hugs
himself tighter to Jon. He picks his legs up behind him, giggling
uncontrollably. Amir's dark eyes open and find themselves drowning in Jon's
aqua blue gaze, and the prince finds himself wishing he could stare into them
forever.
Jon takes an off step while they're spinning, and trips backwards into the soft
grass. He laughs at his mistake, and keeps laughing until it hurts, arms still
wrapped around Amir's slim waist.
"Whoa!" Amir squeaks as he feels a whoosh of air ruffle his hair as they tumble
to the ground, laughter filling the air. Amir grins as wide as he can, and
rests his head on top of Jon's taking in the boy's sweet scent. Curious, Amir
nuzzles his small nose into dark raven hair, and almost gasps. "You smell like
honey!" He whispers, sighing dreamily.
Jon smiles back at Amir, laughter ceasing and quieting down to a comfortable
silence. He doesn't really know where to go from here, so he stays down, head
against the grass and Amir laying on top of him.
Amir hears a ruffling sound in the grass ahead, and looks up to see a somewhat
disgusted Damian, tapping his foot impatiently. "Nap time?" He muses, giving an
eye roll.
Jon shifts so he can lift Amir up, and stands fully. "What'd he say?"
"He's heading over now with Green Lantern," Damian says. "We are fortunate they
were both in the Watchtower when I called."
"I can't believe I get to meet a Green Lantern..." Amir whispers shocked, and
digs his ring out of his pocket, frowning. I hope the other Star Sapphires
aren't worried about me.. "What's... a Watchtower?" He says with a puzzling
look, frowning at Damian.
"None of your business," Damian snaps, narrowing his eyes at Amir.
"Damian!" Jon scolds, glaring at his friend.
">tt<" Damian rolls his eyes, both at Jon and Amir. "Well it isn't."
Amir shrugs slightly, and gives a small smile. "It's okay. It must be important
then."
Damian nods, still wearing a slightly displeased look. "So. What are you? Your
race." He asks with little to no interest, only doing so to obtain info.
"Valzadian," Amir says. "You've probably never heard of us. We live light years
away!"
For once, Damian in fact did not know of that race. "Interesting. How did you..
become a Purple Lantern?" Damian crosses his arms, confused as to why a small-
world Prince found himself with the power ring.
"My planet was attacked and the Star Sapphires came to help, but one of them
died. The ring chose me to fill in her place, though I have no idea why," Amir
adds with a small frown. His smile is back before Jon can even blink. "I'm glad
to have landed here, though. Earth really is a wonderful planet."
Damian nods slow, acknowledging the alien's story. "You're lucky you did. And
you're lucky you landed where you did." He grunts, and pulls out his phone.
"Father says he'll be here very soon. Green Lantern says that he contacted the
Star Sapphires already, but there wasn't a response. We'll try again once they
get here."
Jon nods. "Sounds good."
Suddenly, a low rumbling noise cuts through the silence, and Amir's eyes go
wide. Damian looks around, slightly concerned. Amir gives an awkward laugh and
lowers his gaze. "Uh.. do you think we could eat? All that space travel made me
hungry.." He folds his arms across his stomach and smiles sheepishly.
"Oh, yeah! Of course!" Jon leads the way to his home, opening the door for his
two friends and closing it behind them. "Hm..." He shuffles through the
cabinets and refrigerator, trying to find something he can cook with.
Amir walks in and is instantly finding himself looking at everything, touching
and moving and inspecting objects because everything was just so interesting.
He got a few odd looks from Damian, but continues to contently discover and
wander the kitchen and living room.
Jon pulls out a few containers of fruit and vegetables and the blender, and
mixes a few smoothies for everyone. He gets out some pancake mix too, even
though it's lunch time, and starts the stove up.
There were a few stools by the counter, and Amir hops up into one, tucking his
legs under himself. He was just so amazed by all of this. Amir takes a sip of
his smoothie and his dark eyes go wide, a shocked squeak escaping him. He
starts to chug down the the smoothie, Damian staring at him the whole time from
the stool next to Amir's.
"Slow down?" He suggests, and Amir obeys, setting the smoothie back onto the
counter.
"That is good."
"That was a berry smoothie!" Jon calls from the stove, pleased that he could
impress Amir. He pours the pancake mix onto the pan he had readied and
continues cooking, the sweet smell wafting into the air.
"Ohhh," Amir comments, bringing his elbow onto the table to cradle his head in
his hands. He watches Jon work, amused with the little bubbles forming in the
batter and is beyond baffled when Jon flips the pancake over, a hissing
sizzling noise filling the air. "How'd it do that??" Amir asks, staring at the
light golden brown top of the pancake.
"Magic." Damian says, taking a sip of his smoothie as he scrolled through media
on his phone.
"You can do magic too??" Amir says, wide eyed with wonder.
Jon chuckles and shoots a teasing glance at Damian. "Don't say stuff like that!
He'll believe it!"
Damian chuckles and returns to drinking his smoothie. "Whatever. Maybe you
cando magic, and you just don't know it yet," he teases back.
"Can my father do magic? No? Didn't think so," Jon says with a grin down at the
last pancake. He puts it on a plate and takes it to Amir, then gets his and
Dami's. "There you go!" Jon says cheerfully, grabbing some syrup from the
cabinet. "Tell me if it needs anything."
Amir presses his lips together, and picks up the pancake in his hands,
inspecting the light fluffiness of it. He takes a tiny bite of it and smiles.
It wasn't like anything he had really had before, and it tasted so soft. He
opens his mouth more this time and starts to eat. "This is great!" Amir praises
in between bites, eyes shining.
Jon gives him a fork and gestures to put the pancake down, which he does. He
then pours a bit of syrup onto his pancakes. "Do you know how to use this?" Jon
asks, gesturing to the fork.
With the shake of his head, Amir takes the metal in his hand, and raises an
eyebrow. "We uh, just ate with our hands. Is it like..?" He sort of just stabs
the pancake, but he does it too hard and it cuts easily through the food and
clanks onto the plate. "Oops."
Jon takes his fork in his own hand, and grabs a knife from the drawer. He
begins to cut the pancake into little bite-sized pieces and gives the fork back
to Amir once he's done. "There! That should be easier to pick up."
Amir sort of looks worriedly at Jon. Why does he keep a dagger weapon in his
drawer??
He shrugs and tries scooping up the pieces this time with the fork, attempting
to bring it to his mouth but they fall off before he even gets halfway.
"Hhrng." Amir bites his lip in frustration.
"Here," Jon says gently, taking the fork once more. He stabs a piece and lifts
it to Amir's mouth.
{Author’s Note: On Amir’s planet, feeding each other is something couples would
do as an intimate act of love.}
Amir opens his mouth and closes it over the fork and pulls back so he can chew.
A faint dust of pink falls over his cheeks, and he swallows with a small smile.
Damian tries hard to be consumed in his phone, trying hard not to glare daggers
into the back of Amir's head. Just go back to using your damn hands, you fool.
Jon continues to feed Amir, scraping a bit of syrup off the plate with each
bite. "It's better with the syrup, right?"
Amir nods enthusiastically, and in his mind he can't stop thinking of wanting
to feed Jon, too. He tries hard not to, because he still feels an intense heat
at his face, and he can tell that it must be obvious.
Jon smiles warmly at Amir's eagerness and lifts the last piece to his mouth. He
glances over at Damian and notices he hardly touched his plate. "Dami- I mean
Robin, why aren't you eating?"
Damian looks up from his phone, then down to his plate. "I'm suddenly not too
hungry." He replied simply, then goes back to his phone. Hopefully Hal and
Bruce would arrive shortly and save Damian from this disgusting rom-com he was
watching happen right in front of him. He wasn't jealous.
Jon shrugs. "Suit yourself." He scarfs down Damian's plate in addition to his
own in a matter of minutes, and hears a knock on the door. He runs to answer it
and finds the one and only Batman at the door, with Green Lantern trailing
behind him. No matter how many times Jon saw Damian's father, he always
intimidated him.
"Hello, sir!" Jon says with a salute.
Batman looks down at Jon and nods. "So where--" He notices the blond haired
boy, cape flowing over the stool he was perched on. "Hm." He grunts, and Hal
grins wide.
"Hey, newbie!" He calls, and Amir's head whips around and his dark eyes widen
tremendously.
He runs forward to give Hal a hug, smiling wide. "It's an honor to meet you!"
Hal looks down at the young boy, laughing lightly. "It's an honor to meet you."
he ruffles Amir's hair a bit, and the prince looks up at the elder lantern
beaming.
"I'm Amir! I didn't know I was going to get to meet Hal Jordan when they said
'Green Lantern'!" He squeaks, giddy with joy.
"Life's full of surprises," Damian says sarcastically, hopping down from his
stool. "But we've gotta find out how to get Amir back to where he came from."
Amir slightly nods, while Hal frowns deeply at Robin. "He is right. The Star
Sapphires might get worried if I don't return to our homeworld soon.." Amir
takes his ring out and shows it to Hal. "It ran out of charge, and my Lantern
is back at our base.." he explains sadly, and Hal gives a smile.
"It's okay kiddo. We'll let your girls know that you're safe, and we can figure
out transportation later."
Everyone agrees with this plan, so Green Lantern and Batman continue trying to
contact the Star Sapphires while Amir, Jon, and Dami get some more downtime.
Jon sits down on the sofa and pats the cushion next to him, smiling up at Amir.
While Damian's heart drops, Amir's soars and he sits down close to Jon, a happy
smile spread across his lips. Disgusting. Damian thinks. How come this alien
can crash onto earth and steal Jon's heart within only hours?!
Jon leans back comfortably on the sofa, oblivious to Damian's distress. "So,
uh. I guess we just have to wait." He smiles sadly at Amir. "This might be the
last few moments we'll have together."
Darn. Damian mentally rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
Amir smiles back at Jon, and he presses close to Jon. "I suppose so.." he
whispers, trying to ignore the sadness swelling up in his chest. "Maybe I can
come visit Earth when I have the chance--I can make that happen." The prince
decides, resting his cheek on Jon's shoulder contently.
Jon smiles down at Amir, admiring his fluffy blonde hair and the way it fell
around his neck. He takes Amir's hand in his, intertwining their fingers
gently. "I would love that," Jon murmurs.
There was a twist in Damian's gut, and he did his best to keep his expression
neutral, but he was furious. At none other than himself. He was actually
feeling regret. Regret that he had always treated Jon bad, that he cast him
aside. Because now he was feeling the sting of jealousy, and he hated it. But
he sat passively on the couch, just staring at his phone, hoping to busy
himself with texting.
Green Lantern approaches Amir and smiles at him gently. "Time to go, Amir. The
Star Sapphires have arrived to take you home."
Amir looks up at Jon, and can automatically tell he's sad. There's a desire and
longing to stay with Jon, but he knows he can't. "Come say goodbye?" he
requests, a hint of his own sadness in his voice.
"Of course," Jon says softly. He lets Amir tug him along by the hand until
they're standing outside on the front lawn. There's a flash of violet light and
suddenly the Star Sapphires are floating above them. Jon smiles sadly at Amir.
"It sucks we only got to spend a day together. Not even."
"I'll cherish our time together nonetheless, Jon." He whispers reassuringly,
and throws his arms over Jon in a heartfelt embrace, hugging their bodies close
together. " I'll be back, I promise." Amir whispers to Jon, and pulls his chest
away. Before Amir could have the chance to second guess himself, he leans in
and plants a small kiss on Jon's soft cheek, sighing slowly.
Jon's face heats up from the kiss, and he turns quickly before Amir can leave
and cups his cheeks, kissing him on the lips gently.
Amir's heart leaps into his throat, and his eyes widen before fluttering closed
as they share the sweet kiss. He relaxes and kisses back gradually, and looks
longingly into Jon's impossible eyes when they break apart. "I... That was...
Thank you." Amir murmurs, ears and face painted red in a deep blush.
Jon smiles, drawing his hands away from Amir's beautiful face. "See you soon."
After forcing himself away from Jon, Amir steps back and is encased in a purple
bubble by one of the Star Sapphires, and he smiles down at everyone as they
ascend into the sky. He waves at Jon, and makes a heart shape with his hands,
and doesn't even blink until everyone's too small to see anymore. I'll come
back.
Jon watches the round bubble of purple light until it disappears into the sky,
making a heart with his hands right back at the space prince. Even after he
can't see the Star Sapphires anymore, he stays outside and gazes up at the
clouds, heart aching.
Damian looks over at his friend and stares at the sadness in Jon's eyes. That
shouldn't be there. He shouldn't feel sad…
He takes a few steps towards Jon and whispers, "You okay?" hesitantly resting
his hand on the younger's shoulder.
"Not right now," Jon says quietly, watching as the sun sets and trying to think
of anything but Amir. He blinks away the tears pooling in his eyes. "But I will
be."
Damian opens his mouth to say something, to offer words of encouragement or
sympathy. But he couldn't find anything to say, so he just stands shoulder to
shoulder with his friend, looking up at the sky as the orange and purple sky
slowly turned to black and blue, bright twinkling stars shining from up above.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Don't Blush (Damijon) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jon starts a "Don't Blush" game. Spoiler: Dami looses.
     Smut with fluff at the end
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jon
     SAS as Damian
"You don't have a choice, Damian." Bruce says as he enters the living room,
seeing that his son wasn't ready. "The charity starts in an hour, and you are
expected to be there." He gives a warning glare, before turning back out of the
room, leaving Damian to sulk into the plush couch. He sighs, and pulls out his
phone, opening his texts. He goes to his and Jon's conversation and starts
typing furiously, not wanting to have to go get himself all dressed up.
Are you coming tonight?
He hits send, then stands up, dragging himself across the manor to his room,
swinging open his closet door to search for a nice outfit.
Jon didn't own very many fancy clothes. He didn't like how tight and stuffy
they were, but this was a special occasion and he wanted to look as nice as
possible. He was attending the charity event as Damian Wayne's second, after
all.
Jon perks up as his phone buzzes from across the room. He leaps across the
space, snatches up his phone, and texts back quickly, Yep!
Damian had already thrown his shirt into his hamper, and had the buttons
halfway buttoned when his phone buzzed, and he looks over at the text, rolling
his eyes.
You sure sound excited.
He types, then pulls on his pants, heading to the bathroom to fix his hair.
Being excited isn't a bad thing, Jon texts back, staring at the tie in his
hands with bewilderment.
"Mom? Dad? Can I have some help?"
A few moments after his call, Clark comes in and helps him with the complicated
knot. He smiles down at his son and pats his back. "Have fun, champ."
Jon beams at his father and hugs him tight. "Thanks, dad!"
Clark chuckles and ruffles Jon's hair before wandering off to whatever he was
doing before.
Jon plops down on his bed and continues texting Damian. Should I do anything
special? I've never been to anything like this before.
After counting two buzzes, Damian turns back to his phone after combing through
his hair, undecided if he should slick it back or spoil it up like normal. He
makes a small scoff, a sort of smile appearing on his lips as he texts back,
No, Jon. Just bring yourself. You do have a suit though, correct? He teases,
even though Damian was fully aware Jon owned one. He looks back at the mirror
after he hits send, frowning at how strands of hair were just doing their own
thing, completely disregarding what Damian wanted them to do. Maybe he should
just leave it. It doesn't matter that much.
’Course.
Jon looks up when he hears a knock on his room door, greeted with Lois' warm
smile.
"Ready to go, Jon?"
He nods and follows his mother out into the driveway, noticing how it was
already almost sunset. He was fortunate his parents were letting him attend
such a late event.
Damian exits the bathroom, having mostly giving up with his hair, but fixed it
to the point of decency. He feels around his neck and grunts, then walks back
to his closet to grab a bow tie. He finishes within seconds then flicks the
lights off in his room and trudges down the stairs to the library and plops
down in a soft chair. Please tell me you'll get here early, so I don't have to
greet these strangers all by myself.
We just left, Jon replies.
Lois smacks his hand, and he responds with an indignant yelp.
"No phones, Jon. It's a short trip."
gtg.
"Great. I can already hear the women squealing and begging to pinch my cheeks,"
Damian says aloud, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
Not even a minute later, Alfred appears in the doorway and clears his throat.
"Master Damian, your father wishes you to greet the guests." Damian growls
slightly, but stands and exits the room quickly. This was going to be a long
night.
Jon stares out the window the entire ride there, nerves getting the best of
him. He shakes them off by thinking about Damian, and how he would handle
everything just like he always does.
Lois pulls over beside Damian's house and waves Jon off after giving him a
quick kiss on the cheek, which he wipes away once she drives off embarrassedly.
He rings the doorbell to the massive house, and Alfred comes running to answer
it. "Hello, Master Jon. Master Damian is just starting to greet the guests if
you'd care to join him."
Jon nods gratefully and trails behind the butler as he leads the way through
the maze of a house that was called "the Wayne manor".
Out of the corner of his eye, Damian spots a dark haired boy enter through the
archway of the foyer, and he instantly straightens up, trying not to get too
distracted from the tall skinny blonde woman that was currently drooling over
'Damian's boyish good-looks that he must get from his father.' He sees Jon turn
around, and spot Damian, and the Wayne starts to feel a lot calmer and relieved
as Jon makes his way over. He excuses himself from the lady and turns to Jon.
"This is lovely," he comments with a growl.
Jon smiles sympathetically at his friend. "Yeah. Not much we can do, huh?"
Damian nods for a response and starts to walk off towards the dining room,
beckoning Jon to follow. He leads them in, and sits them at a small table at
the far corner of the humongous room. "Got any ideas?" He asks, then starts
typing on his phone; two player games to do when bored.
Jon props his left cheek on his palm, slightly squishing it and making his face
look smushed from the side. "Hm," he hums thoughtfully. "We could do a
challenge?"
"Why," Damian looks up from his phone with a smirk. He really hadn't been able
to find anything good anyways. "Craving a loss, Kent?"
Jon returns Damian's smirk with his own, blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
"We'll see. I challenge you-" Jon points at Damian dramatically, "to a "don't
blush" challenge!”
Damian's nose crinkles, and he shoves the finger away from him. "What--" don't
blush..? "Hmph. Fine, even though this seems stupid." He says, shutting off his
phone and laying it down on the table. "I'm guessing, who ever blushes first
looses. So when I win, you have to.. wear a Supergirl costume for Halloween."
Damian smirks deviously.
"Pfft, okay. And you gotta wear a dress for one day!" Jon says, satisfied with
the deal. He could live with wearing a Supergirl costume; although he suspected
he wouldn't need to.
"Deal. Whatever." I bet I look good in a dress anyways. "Guests go first."
Damian fake yawns, looking bored and ready for Jon's futile attempt to make him
flush and loose.
Jon smiles at Damian, cheek still propped comfortably on his palm. "Do you have
heat vision, too? Because you can melt my heart with just a look."
Damian blinks slowly, and rests his elbow on the table. "I may not be a
photographer, but I can picture you and me together." He says with a slight
smile, pointing between them both.
Jon's smile widens, but he still doesn't blush. Hm... Maybe I need to kick it
up a notch. He thinks for a moment before coming up with, "I think your clothes
are Kryptonite, because we've got to get rid of them immediately."
Damian raises an eyebrow, slightly impressed with the comeback. So that's how
he's going to play..
"Excuse me, waiter?" He stares dead into Jon's blue eyes, and lowers his voice
a few octaves. "Could you take my order, because your body's like a carry out."
He smirks, and only finds the smirk deepening as he stares, anticipating Jon's
retort.
"You remind me of my pinkie toe," Jon begins, looking up at Damian with the
most seductive gaze he could muster.
Excuse me, what? Damian purses his lips, a confused look replacing his smug
expression. "Why?" Is all he can say.
"Because I'm gonna bang you on every piece of furniture in this house," Jon
ends with a wicked smirk. Surely that's got to get him.
Damian's green eyes go wide, but he keeps his calm. There's a lot of damn
furniture in this house.
"Are you the horse or the saddle? Either way is fine, because I'm still gonna
ride you." He manages, biting his bottom lip for effect.
Jon chuckles lightly, impressed Damian had survived that line. "Y'know what I
really like in a guy? My dick~"
After sucking in a breath of air, Damian tries not to imagine Jon..with.. Stop
right there. Fire back. He thinks for a second, then smirks and clears his
throat. He roughens his voice as he recalls the lyrics to a not-so-appropriate
song Jon once made him listen to.
"You look good, baby must taste heavenly,
I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe
So pick it up, pick it up yeah I like you,
I just can't get enough I got to drive through-" He hooks his leg with Jon's
and continues. "Cause it's
me, you
you, me,
me, you:
all night.
Have it your way, foreplay, before I feed your appetite~"
Jon leans forward and takes Damian's knees in his hands, pulling them slowly
but steadily apart. He decides not to talk for this turn, and focuses on simply
shocking Damian into blushing.
Damian's skin tingles at the contact, and something in his stomach lurches, and
he really isn't sure what to do. He's just glad there was a long table cloth to
cover below the table, or else Damian's sure he would have blushed. Well, at
least he hoped he wasn't blushing already.
"E-eager?" He stammers. Shit! Be strong, you pussy! "Which is easier? You
getting in those tight pants, or getting you out of them?" Damian says, and
with some sort of miracle, he regains his swagger, saying it all with a
dangerous glint in his eyes.
Jon grins, catching the way Damian stammered at first. "Another pick up line,
Dami? Really?" Jon leans closer to Damian, faces hovering just in front of each
other. He fakes a look of disappointment. "I thought we had moved on from
those." He rubs little circles into the insides of Damian's thighs sensually,
eyes dark.
Something about the way Jon's voice had lowered, softened, was so lethal that
Damian became entranced with it. Suddenly, seeing Jon in a mini skirt and crop
top seemed like a distant dream. Damian's breathing shifts and he bites down on
his lip quickly. Shit shit shit. "Mm. I guess it's because you're bringing sexy
back, and I'm a motherfucker who just doesn't know how to act." He murmurs,
knowing Jon would get the song reference with his odd taste in music.
"I think it's special, what's behind your back, so turn around, and I'll pick
up the slack," Jon continues, proud Damian had taken the time to learn one of
his favorite musician's songs. He lifts the table that's in between them with
one hand and throws it across the room, letting it shatter to pieces. They can
afford a new one, Jon thinks smugly. He uses the newfound space they have to
lean further forward and kiss Damian on the cheek, lips barely touching his
dark skin.
Damian is in utter shock after what just happened. He just fucking threw the
table. He just fucking threw the table. He's stuck in a trance, until he hears
a few startled "What was that!?"'s from a few rooms over. Damian's green eyes
widen, and he looks at Jon, looking smugly proud of himself.
"We're leaving." Damian says stiffly, jumping up out of his chair and grabbing
Jon by the hand as he starts to run out of the room, towards the one place no
one would follow:
The bedrooms.
Jon can't help but laugh. I threw the table. And now because of it, Damian
Wayne was leading him to the bedrooms. What a turn of events. Once they get
inside, Jon grins at Damian and almost harshly slams him onto the bed with his
superspeed.
"What--" Damian gets only through one word before he's on the bed beneath Jon,
panting madly. Damian was thoroughly confused, and didn't know if they had
stopped playing the game or not. "Is it my turn?" He asks intelligently,
pressing his hand up on Jon's chest to keep a slight distance.
"Sure," Jon says, keeping a neutral expression. He keeps his hands beside
Damian's head, not touching him but still effectively keeping him in place.
Oh, he is still playing. Damian looks up at Jon, still slightly unsure. He
grunts, and brings his hands up to his bow tie, undoing it furiously then goes
for the buttons on his suit, exposing his tanned chest. Once the material was
apart, he starts to indie Jon's buttons, even though he was starting to realize
he was blushing.
Jon would've teased Damian over his loss, but he noticed his cheeks were
heating up as well. He's staring directly down at Damian's exposed chest while
he unbuttons his shirt. Once he's done, Jon chucks the article of clothing off
and to the floor and pins Damian's arms above his head with a strong grip.
Damian's eyes wander up above him, where a firm hand held his arms in place,
(not like he would move even if he could.) He squirms against the hold in
defiance nonetheless and lightly nudges on Jon's hip with his knee. Damian
bites his lip, still trying desperately to keep the crimson from seeping onto
his cheeks.
Jon leans forward slowly, positioning himself in between Damian's legs so he's
straddling his torso. The movement from Damian's struggling sends sparks flying
through his body, and he feels a warmth steadily pooling in his abdomen. He
captures Damian's lips with his own, quite gently considering the situation
they're in.
It took a few moments for Damian to react, but when he did he almost slapped
himself for how stupid he was. This had stopped being a game a long time ago,
and Damian was the last to figure it out. He kisses back fiercely, whining for
his arms to be released.
Jon keeps his hand firmly clasped around Damian's wrists and trails his kiss
down to his "friend's" jaw, gently sucking and nibbling on the skin there.
Damian melts into the warm, soft pink lips pressing against his skin. His back
arches into the kisses and he craves for more of the contact he never even knew
he needed or wanted until now. "Mmmh.." He sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he
welcomes the warmth bursting in his stomach, making him fully aware of just how
turned on he was.
The kiss goes lower still, down to Damian's neck and leaving a few splotchy
marks. He presses a kiss to his collarbone next, enjoying the taste of Damian's
skin on his tongue.
"J-Jon--" A low throaty call to the body on top of Damian comes out, and he
shivers each time Jon sucks on his tender skin. His legs tremble, not knowing
what to do with them, and his bare chest heaves up and down, breathing in deep
as he tries to contain himself.
Jon's free hand pulls at Damian's pants zipper, tugging the material down and
casting it to the side. He reaches for his own and discards the article of
clothing, then continues his kisses, this time on Damian's chest and stomach.
Oh my god we're going to have sex. Damian revels in the realization, because he
honestly didn't know how much he wanted it until now, and he didn't know how to
even act about it. With his body half naked, he lets Jon have full control,
seeing as how already content he was with trapping Damian under him and kissing
the hell out of him.
Jon's hand hovers over Damian's boxers, almost hesitate to take them off. This
is new for both of them, and he's not sure if Damian wanted this.
"Are you okay with this?" Jon asks, rubbing gentle circles into his hips.
"Yes." Damian almost whines it out, becoming slightly impatient but
subconsciously reminds himself that this was both their first times, and they
shouldn't exactly assume they would be experts. "I want you." Damian says it
softer that time, sending a reassuringly lustful gaze up at Jon.
Jon smiles down at Damian, pressing a loving kiss to his mouth and freeing his
hands so he can pull off their boxers. He looks at Damian's hard-on for the
first time and chuckles.
"What?" Damian looks at Jon, eyes narrowing.
"Sorry, I just- it's just so cute and small~" Jon grins at Damian and caresses
both of his thighs.
Damian's flush deepens impossibly and he puffs out his cheeks in embarrassment.
He mumbles something between a 'Shut up' and a 'You're not funny.'
Jon just chuckles again and looks around the room. "Got anything we can use as
lube?"
"Uh, yeah in that drawer beside the dresser." He says quietly, heart leaping
into his throat. The butterflies in his stomach were threatening to fly out,
and Damian could only contain himself for so long.
Jon gets up and retrieves the bottle of slick material, pouring a bit out onto
his fingers. He hitches Damian's legs over his shoulders and slowly pushes a
finger inside.
Damian tenses, but does his best to relax, focusing on breathing out slowly.
His fingers slightly curl around the sheets, not helping the slight grunt that
escapes his lips.
Jon pushes his finger in and out shallowly a few times before adding a second,
curling his digits slightly with each push to get as much lube inside Damian as
possible, but also to extract a reaction from him.
"Oh--hhmmm," Damian presses his lips together to keep from letting out a low
gasp, and he hums instead. Damian arches his back higher as Jon hit spots that
made Damian want to sing. He brings his hand up to his hair and combs through
it, steeling himself by tugging on the strands.
Jon pulls his fingers out of Damian once he's satisfied with the preparation,
and wipes the substance off on the bed sheets. He aligns the tip of his length
with Damian's hole and pushes in slowly, stopping at about an inch to let
Damian adjust. "Are you good?" he asks, shifting a little so the angle is less
awkward. His hands are now holding Damian's legs in place above his shoulders,
and he stills for the moment, concerned only with making Damian feel good.
Damian nods reassuringly, and takes a breath before reaching out his arm to
stroke Jon's shoulder. "Just go slow at first..?"
"Of course," Jon says, unable to do much other than smile at Damian in their
position. He begins to move slowly so it won't hurt, and soon his length is
completely buried into Damian. The overwhelming warmth makes his vision swim
and his abdomen ache, but he forces himself not to come right then and there.
He begins thrusting steadily, huffing deeply through his nose.
The mix of sensations that came to Damian made him dizzy, and he allows for his
head fall back as he lets out a low moan, painfully aware of how awkward it
probably sounded. Shutting his mouth almost as soon as he opened it, Damian
breaths out a few shaky breaths before he chokes down more of the aroused
noises--because it would be terrible if someone heard and decided to check out
what the noise was. He wasn't about to let the whole manor know that he was
getting banged by Jon.
Damian knew he was tight, so he forces himself to keep relaxing, letting the
pleasure take over to push out the somewhat weird feeling of being stretched.
"You're doing good, Dami," Jon says encouragingly, noticing how he kept
clenching and unclenching. He continues to thrust, picking up the pace a
little. He admires the way Damian's usually sharp eyes clouded over with
arousal, and the unbuttoned shirt still loose around his arms. His hair was
beginning to come undone from the sweat and movement, and some of it dropped in
front of Damian's eyes in the hottest way possible. The sight of Damian beneath
him sends a whole new wave of arousal through Jon, and he groans lowly.
Oh God, he's so fucking hot, Is all Damian can think when he hears Jon's deep
noise and can't help but want to smirk as he bit down into his lip, quick but
deep breaths moving his chest up and down at a continuous rate. When Jon speeds
up, Damian finally starts to arch at a rhythm that sends quick bursts of
extreme warmth to his midsection that make him gasp slightly. He opens his
foggy green eyes, panting while he gazed lazily at Jon.
The look Damian is giving Jon spurs him on even more, so he deepens the
thrusts, pounding into the warm body below him and grunting every so often. He
tries coming in from different angles with each thrust, attempting to find
Damian's prostate.
Whatever Jon does, it sends Damian into a fit of short and heavy moans, and he
repeatedly grabs onto the sheets to sturdy himself as he feels his climax
nearing. "Sh-Shit, oh GOD--!" He cries out, falling off rhythm from how much
the arousal consumed him, making him fight not to go limp and come right then
and there.
Jon continues hitting Damian's bundle of nerves that made him cry out with
pleasure, and with each cry he feels himself getting closer to releasing. "I-
I'm gonna- oh god," Jon tries warning before he orgasms, buried deep inside
Damian. He thrusts a few more times, riding out the waves of pleasure until
they disperse, panting heavily.
Damian's vision goes blank as he has the most intense orgasm he's ever had,
vaguely listening and aware that Jon was in a similar situation. Damian's eyes
start to see things clearly again, and he sees a sort of mess of white-ish
clear liquid all on his abdomen and starting to run down the sides. Jon was
breathing in quick and needy, leaving Damian to just stare at the hot mess of a
Kryptonian: Dark raven hair looking like he just got out of bed, with strands
sticking to his forehead by the sweat he had made. His clear blue eyes were
still glazed over with pleasure, and his chest--oh his chest... was glistening
and heaving with drops of sweat (or come; Damian couldn't tell at the moment)
rolling down in the front. Damn.
Jon releases Damian's legs from their position on top of his shoulders and lets
them fall to the side, straddling his body. He leans down, collapsing on Damian
and kissing his face multiple times, senses completely clouded by their intense
sex session. He sighs, wincing slightly when he feels the cold semen between
them.
Damian's now reddish-from-kissing lips search to meet Jon's hungrily, and he
wraps his arm around the younger's neck to tangle his hand into the soft
strands. Damian calms down a bit, and his breathing returns almost to normal
after a few minutes of them lying there, gingerly kissing one another
everywhere they could reach while Jon laid on top of Damian.
Jon smiles at Damian when they pull away, sighing as he strokes his hair. "That
was... new."
"Jon, I used to think you were innocent.." Damian gives a fake disappointed
frown, rubbing the back of Jon's neck with his fingers.
Jon chuckles and kisses Damian on the nose. "You always have underestimated
me."
With a roll of his eyes, Damian slowly sits up off of the mattress and shifts
his legs so that they are both practically in each other's lap, and Damian
whispers with a knowing look, " So.. a 'don't blush' game, huh, Kent?" And
smirks mischievously, tilting his head to ghost his lips over Jon's temple then
earlobe. That’s one way of getting into my pants, I suppose.
"I won," Jon says with a satisfied grin.
"I think we both technically lost," Damian says with a grunt, and kisses Jon's
cheeks softly before shrugging contently. "But I guess we both won, too."
"Uh, no," Jon insists. "I distinctly remember you blushing first."
With a scoff, Damian pushes himself slightly away from Jon. "I can't stand
you." He murmurs teasingly, because Damian 'definitely' does not recall him
being the first to blush.
Jon giggles and runs a hand through Damian's messy hair. "You gotta wear a
dress, Dami. That was the deal~"
Damian sticks his tongue out at Jon, but eases into his touch. "You'd like
that, wouldn't you?" He says with dry humor, and crosses his arms stiffly.
"Yes, I would," Jon says, smooching Damian for the umpteenth that night. "You'd
look very pretty."
A soft pink falls onto Damian's cheeks and he mumbles out a slight 'whatever..'
to Jon before heaving a long sigh. "You know we have to go back to the gala,
right?" He says looking around at the mess they made. Clothes all of the floor,
sheets practically torn up, pillows scattered all about… other messes.. "I
think people may start to suspect as it is. I mean, we did just escape the
dining room hand and hand, heading to the bedrooms.."
Jon chuckles, taking that as a sign to get up and retrieve a rag from the
bathroom. He wipes himself down before folding it and wiping Damian down as
well. He almost considers starting a tickle fight, but decides he wants to live
tonight, and reaches for his discarded underwear and pants.
Once Jon cleaned Damian off, he bends over to snatch up his clothes, tugging on
his pants and rebuttoning his shirt, which had gotten a tad wrinkled under the
circumstances. He ties his bowtie and goes to the bathroom to check himself in
the mirror and he realizes that damn he looks like he just got beat up. There
were hickey marks on his jawline, above and below his chin, and there were some
peeking out from his suit collar. He groans, rubbing his temples. "You sure had
fun marking me up."
"Use makeup?" Jon offers sheepishly. He comes up behind Damian after he puts on
his shirt and hugs his waist tightly. "Sorry. I can do it for you if you want!"
Damian shrugs in agreement, because he honestly didn't feel like taking the
time to do it himself anyways. He opens the cabinet under the sink, grabbing
out a hard plastic box, and pops off the lid to reveal a wide assortment of
numerous brands and colors of foundation, blush, blenders, and organic facial
lotions. "Have at it." He says, and gestures to the box.
"Hm," Jon hums, looking calculatingly at his arsenal of tools. He picks out a
case of concealer and mixes a color as close to Damian's skin tone as he can
get. He dabs the brush over one of the hickeys on his jawline and it disappears
after a few taps. Jon grins victoriously and begins to cover up the rest,
taking time to make sure they were fully covered.
"There you go, little prince," Jon says when he's done, cupping Damian's cheeks
and kissing his forehead. "Just as handsome as ever."
"Thank you," Damian responds with quietly, looking at himself in the mirror and
unable to detect any sort of lip shaped bruising. Impressive. "Where did you
acquire these skills?" He asks with a curious smile, closing the plastic box
back up and putting it back in its place.
Jon shrugs. "Boredom and the Internet." He brushes a strand of Damian's jet
black hair out of his eyes. "We still need to fix your hair, though."
"Mmm." He hums in agreement, and takes Jon's hand putting it back to his hair
that was just deciding to do its own thing, like he had just woken up. "Could
you?" He asks with a small smile, rubbing his thumb into the top of Jon's pale
hand.
Jon smiles and nods, looking over the many cabinets. "Where...?"
Damian reaches up to one of the lower cabinets and grabs out his hair gel,
placing it in Jon's hands.
"Thanks," Jon says, popping open the lid. He dabs his fingers in it and begins
to comb through Damian's hair, taking a few strands at once and slicking them
back until it looks good as new.
A grateful smile displays proudly on Damian's face and he takes a step in
towards Jon, kissing his cheek slowly. "Let me guess.. need someone to help you
with your tie?" He teases lightheartedly and places the hair gel back into the
cabinet it came from, closing it quietly.
Jon washes his hands off quickly, turning towards Damian with a smile. "If you
would be so kind~" He holds up his blue tie from where he left it on the floor
and lifts it towards Damian.
Damian takes the silky fabric in his hands and loops it around Jon's neck,
going over then under and continuing in with the special knot as if it was
second nature to Damian. He finally slides the knot up to Jon's neck and
straightens it, quickly finished with his job. "There."
Jon marvels over Damian's fluency with the tie, and kisses him on the lips.
"Thank you very much," he says with a toothy smile.
"Of course, beloved." Damian says swiftly, comfortable with the warmth
spreading throughout his body from the kiss. "Now.. should I leave first, or
you leave first? We can't both go back at the same time.." He ponders on the
thought, and maybe he should go first, so Jon wasn't automatically bamboozled
with potential questions without Damian there to bat glare everyone away. "Do
you want me to?"
"Yes please," Jon says almost shyly, blue eyes glowing gratefully. "If you're
okay with that!"
Damian nods and gives him one last small peck on the cheek before turning to
the door and exiting quietly, making his way to the main ballroom where there
were dozens and dozens of people still there. Bruce was with a few 'lady
friends' over by a table with platters and platters of food. Once Bruce and
Damian made eye contact, Damian knew he was in trouble. He made his way over to
his father, and Bruce politely excused himself.
"Where the hell did you go? And why do I have a broken table?"
Bruce glares down at his son, who replies with a calm, "Jonathan accidentally
kicked it over, and he dragged me upstairs so we could get away from this
horrendous event." But Bruce didn't look like he was completely sold on the
idea.
"Where is Jon now?" Bruce crosses his arms, looking around.
Jon follows Damian through the long hallways and waits a minute or so before
walking in as if on cue. He sees Damian's dad and waves cheerily.
"Hello, Mr. Bruce! Sorry we left without telling you."
Bruce just acknowledges Jon with a glance, then returns to glowering at Damian,
who promptly lifts his chin then turns away, beckoning Jon to follow him to the
desert table to lounge around.
"There's no fooling him. He'll find out.." Damian grumbles, taking one of
Alfred's home made cookies from a silver tray and starts to nibble on it.
"You aren't worried about that?" Jon asks, lifting an eyebrow before stuffing
his face with desserts. Might as well, while he was here. Plus, all that sex
worked up an appetite.
"Well, no. What I mean is, he'll find out about us being together. I doubt
he'll figure out the rest until later." Damian says for a fact, and continues
with his cookie. "Thankfully, we were up there for almost 2 hours. This should
start to be over and done with in around 40 minutes." But still, Damian was not
ecstatic.
Jon grunts, looking around. "Do you guys have a ballroom that's being used
right now?"
Damian nods slowly, and raises an eyebrow. "Why?"
Jon scans the building for people who looked like they were dancing with his x-
ray vision, then takes Damian's hand and drags him to the large room swiftly.
He stops once they're inside and smiles down at Damian. "If he's gonna find out
anyways, might as well, right?"
It took Damian a minute, (tonight was just not his night for figuring things
out quickly) but he looks up at Jon and the butterflies start in his chest,
stomach, feet again. "You're.. asking me to dance with you?" He confirms.
Jon chuckles. "Yes, you dummy. Come dance with me!" He holds out his hand for
Damian, smiling.
Damian's tan hand reaches out without hesitation and laces with Jon's, and they
are immediately headed for the floor, swaying to the beat of soft classical
music playing over the speakers in the ceiling. They make it to the somewhat
center of the room, and some eyes fall onto them, but Damian hardly notices
over the way Jon's beautiful eyes were complimented by the sapphire colored tie
he was wearing--that Damian put on him. He was instantly captivated again by
Jon's blinding smile, and he--once again--feels like he's playing the 'don't
blush' game all over again.
Jon lets his hand rest on Damian's waist while the other is clasped with
Damian's hand as they spin around the ballroom slowly. He feels lost in the
younger's beautiful emerald green eyes and fair, tan skin, practically glowing
in the low light.
As they swiftly glide around to their own made up dance, the few pairs of eyes
laid onto the duo became dozens, and soon everyone's attention was on Damian
Wayne and Jon Kent: dancing with each other to a slow song meant for lovers,
holding one another close as if they were afraid to let go..
Jon is subconsciously aware of the many pairs of eyes on them, and his gaze
begins to shift from Damian's face to the crowd nervously.
When Damian loses Jon's gaze, he frowns slightly when he knows why Jon was
looking around, and Damian wasn't having it.
"Hey. Jon--keep your eyes on me. It's only us." Damian whispers to his partner,
squeezing a tiny bit on his hand to assure that they were the only two people
who mattered right now. No one else.
Jon lets his eyes fall back onto his best friend turned lover, nodding stiffly.
He lets the music and the flow of their dancing loosen any tension that was in
him before, sighing contently.
Damian smiles warmly up at Jon, proud he was able to calm the younger down so
they could keep dancing. "That's it, good.. Just keep looking at me," Damian
gives him words of encouragement as he spins Jon around in a sort of twirl,
drawing some 'ooo's from the crowd of people.
Jon lets himself be spun, moving along with the graceful motion fluidly. He
giggles at the crowd's reaction and brings Damian closer so they're chest to
chest, staring straight into each other's eyes.
There's a tempo drop in the song as they come back together, and it's mostly
quiet except for the few soft strums of violins. Damian almost chokes on his
words, feeling helplessly lost in Jon's entrancing stare.
"I love you, Jonathan." Damian says aloud, heart feeling like it would explode
if he didn't say something.
"I love you too," Jon replies breathlessly. He feels so overwhelmed with love
for Damian that he leans down slowly and gives him a closed mouth kiss on the
lips, gentle but passionate all at once.
Damian welcomes the kiss with open arms, this one feeling just as amazing if
not more than all of the others, as if it were their first. There's a wave of
gasps, 'aw's, claps and shocked gazes, and Damian kisses back with all of the
compassion he has to offer, straightening as much as he can to better reach
Jon's soft lips.
Jon closes his eyes and unclasps his hand from Damian's so he can cup his
cheeks, stroking the skin gently. When they break apart Jon beams down at
Damian, hand still holding his face. "This was the best night of my life," he
whispers so no one else can hear.
Damian tilts his cheek against Jon's hand, enjoying the comforting touch as
they shared this private and intimate moment even though everyone was watching.
"I hope it only gets better from here." Damian adds, smiling a truly happy
smile.
***** Moded (Bluepulse) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jaime is put on mode and Bart is caught in the wrong place at the
     wrong time.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jaime
     SAS as Bart
     Trigger warnings: Gore/torture
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jaime and Bart were walking around the many rooms in Mount Justice at the
request of Jaime, who wanted to talk about something that was on his- and
probably everyone's- mind. They walked a few centimeters apart, arms brushing
occasionally. Jaime can already feel the speedster's presence easing away his
worries.
"Thanks for agreeing to talk with me, hermano," Jaime says warmly.
A bright smile spread across Bart's face, his freckled cheeks lifting. "Of
course Blue! You know I'm always here to talk, hang, chill, ya know." He nudges
his friend, chuckling. Bart was always happy to chat with Jaime. Not like they
never talked, because in fact, Jaime was the person Bart talked to most. He was
fun, easy, charming, warm... Bart just wanted to be there for him this time
around.
Jaime smiles at Bart before shoving his hands in his pockets, one of his subtle
nervous habits. "I just wanted to ask you about my behavior recently? I know
that probably sounds weird but I haven't been feeling... oh god."
Jaime stops walking abruptly and doubles over, eyes fixed onto the floor. His
entire face grows noticeably paler.
"Blue-?" Bart's eyes go wide and he throws his hands out to grasp at Jaime's
shoulders, steadying the older teen.
"Whoa whoa, what's going on?" Bart says worriedly, wrapping his arm around his
back to keep Jaime from falling.
Jaime holds up a hand to let Bart know he's fine (and also push him away from
the line of fire), then promptly throws up all over the floor.
After backing up a few steps and wincing, Bart speeds to the kitchen, grabbing
a bowl and rushing back within the blink of an eye. He places a comforting hand
on Jaime's back, rubbing circles while he frowns at his friend.
"Sorry..." he apologizes, even tho he'd done nothing wrong (he just didn't even
know what to say or do, and he felt queasy at the sight of anyone throwing up
so he was kind of forcing himself to stay calm).
Jaime spits out the rest of his stomach's remains into the bowl and swallows
uncomfortably. "Don't be," he manages after a while of recovery. "That...
happens sometimes if I try saying something scarab doesn't want me to. I don't
know why they didn't want me to tell you I've just been feeling weird lately,
though."
Bart stares down at the ground, trying to comprehend. "It.. does that to
you..?" He whispers, biting his lip. "Why wouldn't it want you.." he trails off
and shakes his head. He didn't even know what he was trying to say.
"I'm okay," Jaime assures Bart gently. "How about we- what the hell?" The blue
beetle armor activates suddenly, black surrounding his face as a mask and blue
plated armor wrapping around his limbs. "Shut it off, scarab! I didn't tell you
to do that! So sorry, Bart. I don't know what's gotten into it- hey!"
The fully armored Blue Beetle freezes abruptly, posture straightening and eyes
directed straight ahead.
While trying not to freak out and cause even more panic, Bart backs up quickly
even though he wants to get they heck out of there--things were getting
complicated and Bart was getting anxious. "Jaime, what's uh, what's going on?"
He keeps his voice steady, but his eyes are blown wide.
Blue remains still for a little more, then blinks his now glowing golden eyes
slowly. He still doesn't speak.
Bart slowly steps forward, looking his friend up and down. He tries for a laugh
but it comes out really weak. "You uh, gonna stay in that armor there buddy?"
Jaime feels the armor on his arm warp rapidly into a solid block, and can only
watch as it comes swinging down onto Bart's head.
~0~
Why they hell does my head hurt so much.. Bart thought to himself as his heavy
eyes opened slowly. Gosh, he didn't even remember falling asleep.. wait, where
is he.
Where is he.
He's not in the base anymore, he doesn't think.
His heart rate picks up when he fully opens his eyes and doesn't see anyone, or
anything familiar.
Where was he?!
And then he remembers earlier. Everything comes back to him in waves
simultaneously with the anxiety building up in his throat. Why is this
happening..?
"Finally," comes a voice from behind the speedster. "We were beginning to think
you'd never wake up."
As Blue Beetle steps into the light, it's very clear Jaime is not the one in
control. His eyes are piercing and sharp, and his mouth is set in an unamused
frown, whereas Jaime radiated warmth even with the unsettling appearance of his
bugsuit.
A shiver runs down Bart's spine and he chooses not to respond. Not like he
could talk anyways, he was pretty sure his teeth were chattering too much. It
was.. so cold.. What was even going on, why can't this just be a big nightmare
that Jaime comes and wakes him up from, hugs him close and tight until he stops
shaking and falls back to sleep. Why can't I wake up..
He grabs his neck and looks around, trying to look for an escape route.
"Don't bother," Blue says, stepping forward until he's facing Bart. "This room
deactivates your abilities. You should be able to leave shortly assuming you
give us what we need within a reasonable time frame..." He tilts his head at
Bart pointedly.
Bart clenches his jaw in an attempt to quit his chattering but his jaw ends up
quivering instead. "W-what information?" He forces out of his mouth, sending
himself back into a fit of shivers.
"About the future. We need to know how to continue our plans," Blue informs him
stoically. "It is up to you how long you suffer. From the looks of it you can't
even handle a little cold," he snorts with a sneer.
There's so much conflict running through Bart's mind. This isn't Jaime, and yet
it is. How did the Reach even get control of him? How long... how long had he
been like this?? Did their realtio--friendship, mean anything?
Bart attempts to straighten up, and pushes down his irrelevant thoughts. How
was he going to get out of here without giving any information away? "Why? I
thought you were already confident in your genius plans?" He puts on a brace
face, a small, weak, powerless teen hiding behind it.
"It seemed to work in your future," Blue says with narrowed eyes. "I'll keep
the pain to a minimum, hm? I don't think your frail body would be handle much
else, but I suppose we'll see." He runs a scan of Bart's body to see where it
would be most effective to strike and morphs his arm into a club-like shape,
swiftly swinging it into his ribs.
"I'm not-- aAHN!" Bart yelps loudly and attempts to move away from the force.
His voice broke and he grits his teeth, shaking still. The pain flared up his
lungs, making it hurt to breath. If he had his superspeed, he would heal
quickly. But he's pretty sire something broke..
Blue hits the same spot with a little more force before moving to the other
side, raising the club and striking the defenseless boy mercilessly.
Bart whimpers after he cries out with each strike, feeling his bones break. He
was so fragile, powerless against the attacks. He couldn't do anything but take
the blow and choke on his own cries. Bart makes a pitiful sound, tears stinging
his eyes. He wants to yell for him to stop, but knows it wouldn't help
whatsoever.
Jaime yells at the scarab to stop in his mind, forced to watch his own limbs
beat his best friend. Please! Please, scarab! He's my friend- I care about him!
He's met with silence.
He can't even close his eyes.
Blue's arm morphs again into something more short and sharp, and it digs into
Bart's leg instantly.
It takes literally everything in Bart to not wail out but he tries to keep his
weak cries to a minimum. The sharp pain in his leg shoots through, and it makes
him nauseous. He feels the object twist in his leg and a scream rips from his
throat, wet and breaking. "ST-O-OH-OP-" He cries over and over, loosing all his
strength within only the minute of torture.
Blue wrenches the knife from Bart's leg after a few of his screams ring out
across the room, only to plunge it back in a little lower.
He's sobbing now, jerking away in instinct even though it just drives the
dagger in sharper.
JUST TELL THEM! END THIS!
NO, YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE UP!
"J-Jaime p-p-please- s-s-STOP!" Tears sting as they fall down Bart's cheeks,
soaking them.
I'm trying, Bart! I'm trying- oh Dios mío, ¡detener!
His arms rips out of Bart's leg and comes back down in the shape of a taser,
jabbing into his oversensitive ribs.
After a few spasms with loud screams that rack his small body, he breathes
heavy but shallow breaths, his voice raspy as he let out involuntary high
pitched whines. "Please.. p-" He coughs roughly, blood dribbling off of his
lip. "You.. you end up winning.. you enslave.. humanity.." Bart lowers his
almost lifeless green eyes, ashamed for being so damn weak.
"One race for the power of another. Hardly a sacrifice worth caring about,
honestly," Blue says aloofly. "Now stay still. This next bit might hurt a
little more."
A few tendrils emerge from his back and wrap around Bart's neck and right arm,
effectively keeping him in place, pinned to the cold floor. One of his hands
takes the speedster's left arm, and the other snaps it at an awkward angle, a
sickly cracking sound filling the air.
Bart let's out yet another gut churning screech in pain, long and drawn out.
His throat was starting to burn from all of the crying and screaming he was
doing.
Why
Why
Why
makeitstopohgogogodpleasejustmakeitstoppleasepleaseevenifyoukillmepleasejustmakeitSTOP
Blue retracts from the quivering speedster, standing to the side passively.
"Are you ready to talk yet?"
The auburn haired teen spits blood, and it mixes on the ground with his tears.
He nods weakly and slowly, opening his mouth. "In the future, you kill off the
Justice League. It successes.. y-you enslave.. everyone.. we all.. work for
you." He gulps, metallic taste burning at his throat. "Blue stays like this..
nothing changes.." His head rests on the ground, each breath of air hurting him
further.
"How were you planning on stopping us?" Blue asks with narrowed eyes.
Bart snarls. "Why does it matter.. you win anyways.. you've already won
anyways.." He whines, closing his eyes. Why couldn't.. he just wake up.. he had
to wake up. Where did Jaime go..? Why won't he come back?
"I suppose it doesn't," Blue agrees, stomping down on Bart's back harshly. "You
are just a nuisance. We should kill you here so you don't have any chance to
carry out your plans."
The little breath Bart has was knocked out of him, a groan escaping his lips.
Maybe if he just died now, he wouldn't have to face anyone ever again. He
wouldn't have to face the fact that his best friend.. is gone. He wouldn't have
to face the apocalypse that was looming over them. So Bart stays silent, not
protesting to anything. He opens his eyes, peering up at the figure above him.
He gives a small, sad, broken smile that falters after a second. "I suppose you
should." He coughs again, spasming wildly again.
Blue hums thoughtfully, lips turning slowly upwards in a sick smile. "Not yet.
We can still use you for something else..."
He turns and walks to the door on the far side of the otherwise vacant room,
looking back one last time at the boy collapsed on the floor. "Enjoy your
stay."
Bart takes a shaky, slow breath. His head was pounding. Maybe just as much as
his heart. He could hear the blood in his ears. He could see the blood on the
floor.
Bart's pretty sure that's when his heart broke.. laying on the cold hard
ground. Alone. Bleeding out slowly from the gash on his leg. This was true
pain.
Chapter End Notes
     We're sorry
     Not really
***** Drowned (Birdflash) *****
Chapter by BENJJI_G, briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz
Chapter Summary
     Wally goes up against Brainiac.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Wally
     BENJJI_G as Dick and Brainiac
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dick enjoyed every moment he got with Wally, especially when they got to spend
time as boyfriends. When they were out on the field, they had to hide their
relationship, and at base, they could only act outwardly as a couple with close
friends. It was only when they were alone could they could express their love
fully.
Right now, they were sprawled out on the couch of their house, cuddling and
kissing like there'd be no tomorrow. Dick had his arms around Wally's waist,
planting countless small kisses on his freckled face.
Wally tried his best to evade the kiss attacks by nuzzling his face into his
boyfriend's neck. The speedster loved moments like these, ones where they could
do whatever they wanted, where no one would judge them.
"Hey Dick, do you remember the day we bought this place?" His voice was being
muffled by skin as he smiles at the memory.
"Mhm," Dick says, hugging Wally close. "It was a nightmare to buy, but it was
worth it."
"I still think we overdid it on the garden, no one needs this much space Dick,
no one." Wally sighed but hugged his boyfriend even tighter. Why they needed an
entire quarter of an acre he would never know.
"It's nice, Walls. Some extra backyard space never hurt anyone," Dick insists
with a smile. He kisses him on his head covered with fluffy ginger hair.
"I dunno babe, kinda hurt when you plowed some extra backyard space into me."
He laughs heartily and rubs his face into Dick’s neck a little harder.
Dick chuckles and strokes the speedster's hair gently, amazed as always by the
vibrant color. "Hmph," he grunts, letting their small exchange fall into a
comfortable silence.
The peaceful quiet is interrupted when Wally's cellphone starts playing it's
obnoxious ringtone, "I Just Can't Wait To Be King".
Dick tenses up as the calm cases. He sighs because he knows Wally is gonna need
to leave, Bruce had told him about the suspected attack in Blüdhaven later. One
he couldn't help on, one he was ordered to leave to the man in his arms.
Wally reaches for the phone and picks up. "Heya, Bats! Yep, on my way!" He puts
the phone down after the short reply and smiles apologetically at Dick, kissing
him on the cheek. "Duty calls."
Dick sighs at the loss of Wally's abnormal warmth before wandering into the
kitchen to get dinner started. He starts singing softly to himself, the songs
from Hamilton Still fresh in his head after seeing it the day before. "Domestic
life was never quite my style."
~
Wally speeds down to the location in Blüdhaven where the supervillain Brainiac
was expected to be attacking. He skids to a halt just out of view from the
baddie, aware that this mission could go wrong very fast if he wasn't careful.
Brainiac was waiting, he knew this city had protectors, a human brat and an
inferior copy of Central City's Flash. He had a plan, but what would be the
point if he didn't play with his food first.
Wally, deciding that was enough sneaking around and craving some action as
usual, leaps out of his hiding spot and sucker punches the Brainiac quickly.
"That was a good try kid, but I don't know if you realize how predictable you
fast folk are." he sighs, using a forcefield to push Wally out of his path and
slowly approaches the waterfront beyond the warehouse doors.
Uh oh. Wally tries running at the bubble he's caught in, but it doesn't budge.
Curse my inability to phase, he thinks spitefully. He presses the button to
open the coms. "Hey! I could use some-" His call for help is cut short when
Brainiac destroys his earpiece telekinetically.
"Nice try son but that isn't an option I'm afraid." Brainiac slowly moves the
small orb containing his foe over the water. He was curious as to where the
human counterpart to the duo was, probably dead like the weakling should be,
his train of thought making him snort to himself.
Wally can only watch helplessly as he's dangled above the water. Is he
gonna...? The speedster shakes off the fear pooling in his gut by shooting a
quick quip. "Hey! Let me out of this thing so we can actually fight. You scared
I'll beat your ass?" he taunts with a grin. C'mon, c'mon... Just need to stall
enough to let someone arrive and get me out of here...!
Brainiac shakes his head before slapping a hand to his forehead and dragging it
to his chin in an exasperated gesture. "I'm not going to waste my time killing
you the hard way when I could make you suffer the easy way." He makes the
forcefield containing the speedster smaller until there is hardly any room
before creating a small hole in the top and plunging it below the water.
Wally yelps as the forcefield shrinks considerably, not giving him hardly any
room to move and causing a pang of panic to shoot through him. He begins to
hyperventilate even before the water starts streaming in, chest heaving with
the effort of trying to keep calm. Then the top opens a little and water comes
rushing in, filling the bubble quickly. He takes one last, frantic inhale
before his head is swallowed by cold water, green eyes wide in terror.
Brainiac senses the weight shift against the bubble and closes the hole before
bringing it to his eye level. He stares into frantic green eyes.
"Pity no one was here to die with you, oh how poetic that would've been, two
comrades dying together to save their city, failing and being the sole reason
the world follows suit and dies." He speaks with an almost joyous tone. "Bye,
Bye." And with a wave of his hand the sphere shrinks as much as it's able
removing every spec of air remaining.
Wally tries to hold his breath for as long as his lungs will allow, ignoring
the burning in his chest in favor of staying awake. He begins to squirm
violently, subconsciously aware that would do nothing to help him in his
current situation, but his fear overrides all logic.
Needairneedairneedair, he thinks wildly, unable to keep his mouth shut anymore.
He opens it and inhales a lungful of water, coughing violently in attempt to
expel it before taking in another gulp of water. Oh God I don't wanna die not
like this I need AIR-!
Dick was in his uniform before the call was even over, Wally was in danger and
needed help.
As he approached the scene he started crying. The Flash's body was floating at
the top of a sphere filled with water.
Brainiac laughed as he heard the bike approach and quickly released the now
corpse from his grasp. "The pathetic human has come for his partner has he?
Shame he was too late isn't it?"
A wave of guilt hit NightWing. This is my fault. I'm to blame, I shouldn't have
listened to Bruce. He ran for wally's side as the bubble containing his
boyfriend burst. He eld the lifeless body in his arms ignoring the snarky
comments flowing out of Brainiac.
"Wally, darling, I'm here now it's okay." He brushed the ginger hair from
Wally's face, murmuring words of comfort, his world had just fallen apart.
Wally's body was cold, so so cold. Dick screamed in agony, this couldn't be
happening, they bought a house, they were looking for surrogates just
yesterday. How could this be happening?
He pulled his boyfriend in for one last kiss, sobbing heavily. He didn't care
about the Aliel standing just a mere few feet away, he lifted the limp body and
trudged toward the bike. He hoped he wasn't too late, he prayed that bruce
would let him take wally to the pit.
Brainiac was so confused when there were no rage filled attacks. "Where are you
going?" He didn't know why he was letting The two men get away. Maybe out of
pity. I should kill them both, but what if he brings the supers to me, I can
kill them all that way "Go on then, I'll be here after you finally get over
your grief to actually fight, but in the meantime killing innocents will do."
"I don't think so," came a strong voice from behind before an inhibitor collar
was placed around his neck, the last thing he saw before being knocked to the
ground was the mark of the house of El.
Dick couldn't hear anything over the trum of his own heartbeat, he hoped he
wasn't too late.
Chapter End Notes
     Fun Fact: he was.
     Sorry for the somewhat abrupt ending!
***** Beach Day (Bluepulse) *****
Chapter by briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jaime and Bart spend some quality time at the beach!
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Jaime
     SAS as Bart
     Beware: choppy narrative and abrupt ending. We cut this one short
     because it wasn't too fun to write. We hope you enjoy anyways!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bart sped around his room, successfully tearing up the space in the process
searching for his swim trunks.
Wheretheheckarethey?? He finally flops down, letting out a long, dramatic sigh.
That would be just his luck; Jaime offers to take Bart to the beach, Bart
thoroughly proclaiming he has never ever been and how crash it was gonna be.
Can't go swimming if I can't find the--oh there they are
"Ah," he rolls over, hearing a snicker from the body sitting on his bed. "I
guess uh, I was looking with my eyes closed!" He smiled sheepishly.
"Clearly," comes Jaime's reply, looking up from his phone. He tucks it away
into his back pocket, standing and walking to Bart. "For someone with
superspeed, you sure take your time with things." Jaime grins and pecks Bart on
the cheek. He offers his hand to the speedster. "Shall we?"
He nods quickly, eyes growing large with anticipation. He takes Jaime's tan
hand in his own, and walks side by side with him. "So," he looks up at his
boyfriend with a smile on his lips. (the height difference made him seem all
the cuter) "What do you do at the beach? You can go swim in the water, right?"
The whole thing was so retro to him, and the idea was making his mind race a
million miles a minute.
"Yeah! You can swim, and there are these shops and restaurants all around the
boardwalk." Jaime notices Bart open his mouth (without a doubt to ask what a
"boardwalk" is), so Jaime begins explaining before he even asks. "It's this
wooden platform going over the ocean that you can walk on. Sometimes they have
mini carnivals on them. The one we're going to does."
Bart grins at there being restaurants and the carnival. This is going to be
sooo crash! He nods, listening eagerly. They could go swimming and look for
shells.. then they could go eat and Bart could buy Jaime something from a shop
then they could go to the carnival and Bart could win them plushies-!
"What's the beach called?" He perks up out of his thoughts as they near the
Zeta tubes.
"Santa Monica," Jaime answers. "It's way in Los Angeles, but these Zeta tubes
will be useful for that." Jaime pushes the worries of being scolded for using
the Zeta tubes for unnecessary travel into the back of his mind and focuses on
Bart's impossibly pretty eyes instead. "What do you wanna do first?"
"Hmm," He ponders on it for a second, weighing his options. Maybe the carnival
would be best at nighttime? "Can we do the beach first?" Bart grins up at Jaime
who has a dreamy look in his chocolate eyes. No matter how many times Bart
catches Jaime staring at him--trust me, it's a lot-- it always brings a
familiar redness to his freckled cheeks. "That way we can tan--well. Uh, you
can tan. I'll probably just hide under an umbrella and lather sunscreen on," He
bites back a giggle, and makes 'lobster claws' with his hands. "Don't wanna get
red, even if it suits me pretty well~"
Jaime laughs, putting an arm around the younger boy. "I thought you said you
wanted to swim! Plus, I can't take off my shirt thanks to Khaji Da." A clicking
noise fills the air from the scarab and a tsk noise comes from the back of
Jaime's throat. He stops at the Zeta tube entrance, waiting for it to scan
them.
Bart gulps. Well this is embarrassing.. Back in the Future, there wasn't any
need to swim. Bart never learned after that either.. "I uh.. don't know how?"
He frowns, resting the side of his head on the tan arm around him. It didn't
seem hard? Just treading water, but pushing forwards.. seemed like he could
learn it fast anyways.
"Oh!" Jamie blinks. It had never occurred to him that Bart might not even know
how to swim. "I can teach you, but we better stay in the shallow parts. The
ocean isn't the best place to learn how to swim." Jaime offers.
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He nods, not discouraged in the slightest. "Sounds crash car-in-o!" Bart
flashed him a grin, knowing Jaime would old respond with an eye roll at his
butchering of the elder's native language. Bart knew how to pronounce it. He
just liked to tease Blue, that's all.
Jaime made a face at Bart, puffing his right cheek out a little. "Y'know, one
day I'm gonna stop responding to that." Despite Jaime's mild annoyance he
couldn't help but smile. Bart had that effect on him. As long as Bart's happy,
I'm happy. And the speedster certainly looked pleased with himself.
Jaime led Bart out of the Zeta beam exit and into the open air. A long stretch
of beach was visible to the left and right with the boardwalk directly in
front. Jaime smiled down at Bart, watching his expression change from excited
to ecstatic.
Bart stuck out his tongue a bit in anticipation and stepped eagerly with Jaime
out of the beam, taking in the surroundings. The were definitely near the
ocean, he could feel a soft breeze ruffle the strands of his hair, and he
breathed in the crisp salty air. He can even hear the constant crashing of the
waves against the shore.
"I can't believe we're here," he says, sort of in a high pitched tone. "Oo-" he
reaches into his swim trunks pocket, fishing out a pair of sunglasses.
"Perfect." He says very satisfied, emphasis on the 't' sound.
Jaime feels a familiar flutter in his chest, one he identified months ago as
love as he observes Bart's wide-eyed wonder and innocence. "To the beach!"
Jaime declares loudly, scooping Bart up in his arms and running to the water.
He hears himself squeak a bit, and laughs, wrapping his arms around Jaime,
nuzzling his slightly upturned nose into his shirt that smelled of warm spices
and chicken whizzies. He looks back up moments later to see the full sight of
the ocean, rays of sunshine flickering and dancing on the dark blue waves. Bart
gasps, mouth in a wide open grin. "This is way prettier than I expected!" He
lightly tugs at the collar of Jaime's shirt, then pointing to the water.
"Yep, I never really get used to the view either, as many times as I come."
Jaime sets Bart down gently on the sand, hardly out of breath thanks to his
insanely light and tiny body. "Here; take off your shoes! The sand feels great
against bare feet," Jaime says, slipping his sandals off.
He nods obediently, slipping off his tennis shoes, picking up the sand and
letting it run through his fingers. He picks up a shell to inspect before
tossing it aside. He looks around, taking in the sights. He sees seagulls
diving down into the water, adults splashing eachother in the water, and kids
running around. His eyes land on a structure made out of the sand right beneath
them. "What's that? How did they do that?!" He points to their left, at two
little girls patting shells onto their structures.
Jaime follows Bart's gaze to the sandcastle and chuckles. "It's a sandcastle!
You can make them by filling buckets with wet sand and stacking them on top of
one another."
Bart's eyes widen and then a lightbulb goes off in his head. "We should do
that!" but he notices they don't have buckets.. "I'll be right back!" He stands
up and jogs over to the little girls.
"S'cuse me, miss?" Bart says sweetly to one of the little girls, who turns to
face him. She tilts her head in confusion.
"I was wondering if me and my boyfriend over there," he glances over his
shoulder at Jaime, sitting in the sand somewhat confused. "Could use one of
your buckets to make a sandcastle? I promise I'll give it back!" He offers his
award winning smile, and the little girl turns to the taller one beside her.
The tall one nods, and makes an "aww" movement with her mouth. Bart's smile
widens to a grin, as the little girl hands him a bucket.
Jaime walks to intercept a running Bart, holding up the bucket victoriously.
Jaime hoists Bart up in his arms, spinning him around a little. "Your charming
personality wins the day again!" Jaime laughs, setting Bart down gently.
Bart feels himself being carried in the air and his eyes close for the moment,
giggling and laughing his heart out. "Hasn't failed me yet!" He says looking up
to his boyfriend and placing the bucket upside down on his head. "Aight, show
me how to do this," he says plopping down and draws a circle into the sand
marking where the castle should go.
"First, you gotta collect the sand." Jaime swipes the bucket from off Bart's
head and carries it to the water, scooping up the wet sand and handing it back
to Bart. "Now you flip it upside down onto the sand. Really quick so it doesn't
fall out," Jaime instructs, watching Bart to see how he does.
"Seems simple enough," He crosses his legs and slides his sunglasses up onto
his head and takes the bucket. He flips the bucket close to the ground really
fast and presses it against the sand. "Lift it up?" He asks.
"Yep!"
Bart does so very carefully and the packed sand comes clean from the bucket
and-- I think I did it! he smiles to himself. "Huh," he says inspecting it. A
few cracks, by that's okay. "It needs something," he looks at Jaime
thoughtfully.
"Let's go find some shells and rocks to put on it!" Jaime offers, standing up
and offering his hand to Bart.
His pale hand intertwined with Jaime's dark tan hand, and he lifts himself up.
"Alright!" He looks around finding many pretty shells, but most broken. "See
anything good?" He squints his eyes and sees something shiny in the sand. He
goes to pick it up but it's just a gum wrapper. "Tch. Rude," he says
disappointed.
Jaime looks around, squinting a bit. "There!" Jaime picks up a smooth, tiny
piece of blue material. "This is seaglass! I used to love collecting it when I
was a kid." He hands it to Bart, grinning at his find.
Bart goes 'ooo' taking the glass in his hand. "It's really pretty," he says
with a small smile. "Imma keep it," he decides and tugs Jaime along so they
walk more. A strand of hair falls into Bart's face as he rests his head on the
elder's shoulder. "Do you swim a lot? Are you good at it?" He hums.
Jaime hugs Bart's shoulder once more as the younger uses his own as a headrest.
He decides to tilt his head so it's resting on Bart's gently. "Yeah, I swim.
Used to be part of a team until this happened," Jaime gestures to his back. "I
like to think I'm still good at it though."
Bart frowns slightly, knowing that Jaime couldn't do a lot of thing's because
of the Scarab.
He bumps his hip lightly into Jaime's with a smirk. "I bet you are. You better
be good teacher too. I don't feel like drowning." Bart teases a bit, 'boop'ing
the Hispanic’s nose.
"I'd never let you drown, mi amor," Jaime says warmly, kissing Bart softly on
the head. "Don't know what I'd do without you."
"Awhh," a light pink dusts Bart's cheeks and he ducks his head slightly.
Suddenly, he makes a small gasping sound, as a tide rolls in and the water
rushes past their feet. "Oh it's just the water," he mumbles with a chuckle. It
was cool, a nice contrast to the warmth of the sand.
"Feel like swim lessons yet?" Jaime asks, slowing their pace a bit and enjoying
the water washing over his feet.
Bart grins from ear to ear now, "Thought you'd never ask!" He walks a bit more
into the water and stands for a second, letting himself sink into the sand.
Jaime follows, wading a little deeper so the water is up to his knees. "C'mon,
then! And be careful of the waves; the big ones can knock you over!"
Bart sticks out his tongue, challengingly. "I'm not that small." He goes out a
little further so the water is right at Bart's thighs. "Alright. So I'm in the
water." He squats down in the water right after a small wave rolls past them.
Jaime follows Bart, standing closest to the shore so he can catch Bart if he's
wiped out. "Okay, when you feel confident enough, lift your feet off the ground
and kind of float on your back. I'll be supporting you so you don't sink," he
instructs. "And don't be alarmed about the water in your ears; it's actually
kinda relaxing once you get used to it."
He does as told, leaning back into the water and floating a bit, feeling the
cool water wash over his thin body frame. He sighs a content sigh and sucks in
air, right before a wave washes over him and he comes back to the surface, hand
wiping his eye and then slicking his hair back out of his face. "Ugh,"
"Gah, sorry," Jaime apologies hastily, turning Bart over so he's standing
again. "Maybe we should do this later. In a pool."
Bart nods, and light pads closer to Jaime, and wraps his arms and legs around
the taller figure. "S'ok! Not your fault!" He says with a smile, gazing up at
Jaime.
The elder wraps his arms around Bart and carries him bridal style out of the
water. "So, you up for some food?"
Bart let's himself be carried and he grins widely, thinking about all the food
he could eat right now, he was hungry and could eat a whole menus worth of
food. "You know me well, Blue."
"We can go to an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet! Knowing your bottomless
stomach it'll probably be cheaper than going to a regular restaurant." Jaime
reasons.
He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement. "Sounds crash Jaime!" Bart says
jumping out of the elders arms and cleaning up, along with giving the little
girls their bucket back. He slips his tennis shoes on, and grabs extra shirt
that he had brought, tugging it over his head.
Jaime puts on his sandals, but other than that doesn't change. He decides to
let the wind and sun dry him off. He leads Bart to the restaurant, thankfully
getting their seats within a reasonable time frame.
"All right, so we can eat here and then check out the shops?" Bart suggests
scooting into the booth the waitress had led them to. "I want some souvenirs."
He add with a grin, then opens up the menu, reading it all in less than a
second.
"Sounds like a plan!" Jaime agrees. "Know which course you're gonna get
already?"
"I guess since we're by the ocean, might as well get some pescado." He winks,
proud of himself for using a Spanish word. He read through his Spanish
dictionary everyday, learning and remembering new words.
Jaime smiles at his boyfriend, appreciative that he took the time to learn some
Spanish. "Alright! Pescaso it is!" He gestures to the window they were sitting
besides that had a great view of the ocean. "A good thing about restaurants by
the beach is that they have amazing views."
"Not as amazing as you~!" Bart's head lazily tilts and his pink lips form to a
smile. This is all I've ever wanted. Jaime and I on an amazing date. Just us.
And he really is amazing..
"That was... really corny," Jaime remarks, laughing. Still, he feels heat rush
to his cheeks at the remark. It's enough to get him to lean over the table to
kiss Bart sweetly, taking his soft hand in his own.
"Yeah, I know," He says sheepishly, suddenly very shy as his hands are taken
into Jaime's. he'ssuchabigsoftyandhe'ssoadorablewhateven "But it's true." Bart
states matter of factly, rubbing small circles with his thumb on the back of
Jaime's hands.
"Don't forget about yourself, ese." Jaime's face lights up as he gazes into the
speedster's face, captivated by his round, bright green eyes and pretty lips
tilted into a smile. "You're beautiful and amazing and I couldn't ask for a
better boyfriend."
"Darn, how can I top that?" Bart sighs dramatically. "I love how when we
started dating you got all lovey-dovey and said mushy lovable crap to me." The
teen's face significantly reddens, saying it out loud. That had meant it be in
his head, he guessed.
"Just making up for all the time I didn't," Jaime says, grinning. He feels
calmed around Bart, despite his impulsive and energetic nature. The small
circles being pressed into his hand proved the point further.
Soon their waiter arrives, letting them order their food and what feels like an
eternity to Bart, the food finally arrives. Every drop of willpower is going
into not devouring the plates of food in seconds. He channels his energy into
thumping his foot repeatedly on the floor: old habits.
Jaime begins eating quickly, knowing how much Bart was probably looking forward
to it. He feels appreciation bubble up in his chest as he realizes Bart is
eating slowly for him on purpose. He can even hear and feel his foot thumping
up and down rapidly. He decides he'll let the use of super speed in public pass
this time, especially since it's Bart's way of containing himself.
Bart looks up from his meal that he's been trying desperately to eat casually.
He looks around a bit, seeing no one really in sight.
Well, if I just-
Using his superspeed he steals 2 shrimp from Jaime's plate and shoves them in
his mouth, chewing and swallowing and when everything returns to a normal
speed, he stays nonchalant, and continues eating his meal.
Jaime notices two shrimp disappear from his plate and looks up at Bart, who's
still eating as if nothing happened. "Bart," Jaime begins. "If you're gonna use
your super speed, at least use it to eat from your own plate." Jaime smiles at
Bart to let him know he's not actually upset.
Shaking his head he replies with a solid; "Dunno what you're talking about.
I've been eating my food this whole time--" but Bart starts to laugh mid
sentence, and gives it away. "Those were good shrimp, could use some lemon
though." Bart shrugs with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
Jaime shakes his head in mock exasperation, continuing to eat. He scarfs down a
bit of his salmon, enjoying the complex flavors. "You should try savoring your
food, hermano. That way it's easier to eat slowly."
Bart fake yawns, and slightly rolls his eyes, impaling his food with his fork.
"Sure thing, mom." He smirks, giving himself a chuckle before eating slower,
taking Jaime's suggestion. It's okay. But this doesn't beat downing 8 burgers
in less than a minute.
Jaime finishes a little quicker than Bart, who upon realizing Jaime is done
eats the rest of their food in a few seconds. He releases a puff of air,
sighing with satisfaction. "Well, I'm full. You?"
Bart contemplates, but decides he is, so nods in response. "Gonna save room for
all the junk food we're gonna eat at the carnival." Deep fried Oreos He sighs
happily.
Jaime allows Bart to pay for both of them, deciding he'll buy Bart anything he
wants at the carnival. He takes the younger by the arm as they stroll along the
pier. He notices the sun going down, casting long shadows across the boardwalk
and painting the sky a rainbow of colors. It's romantic and Jaime is eternally
grateful for this day with his amazing, adorable boyfriend.
"Jaime, I love you," Bart says suddenly, very much compelled to spew the words.
The setting sun played off of Jaime's sun-kissed skin perfectly, making the
speedsters eyes do a double take. How did I get so lucky? He thinks to himself
in awe.
"I love you too, mi chiquito," Jaime says, brushing a bit of long brown hair
out of his face. "Always."
Chapter End Notes
     We had a lot more planned for this, such as fun at the arcades and
     rides on the boardwalk and a romantic walk along the beach once it
     was sunset, but we were both getting restless. You can imagine it
     instead I guess haha
***** Metamorphosis (Bluepulse OT3) *****
Chapter by briskyfrisky, CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Khaji Da- the scarab fused to Jaime's spine- suddenly has a form of
     its own. Jaime has mixed feelings. Bart is outraged.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Khaji
     SAS as Bart
     briskyfrisky as Jaime
     UNFINISHED AND WILL STAY THAT WAY!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jaime Reyes was still relatively new to the whole Blue Beetle gig. Sure, it had
been months since the scarab Khaji Da attached itself to his spine, but just
when he thought he'd gotten the hang of it, The Reach happened. Granted,
everything was (mostly) back to normal now. Bart and Jaime regularly went on
missions together, and succeeded every time.
Today was no different. Jaime had woken up positively cheery and was now on a
mission with Bart to collect some stolen government tech. Everything was
running smoothly until he felt the scarab moving in his back. He had nearly
passed out from the shock of the foreign feeling. "Ay dios mio! What in- AH!" A
sudden jolt of pain ran up his spine, causing him to cry out involuntarily.
"Jaime what that heck?!" Bart spun around hearing the cry from his friend and
ran towards him. That is, until he saw all of the armor retract completely so
his normal civilian body was exposed. Meanwhile, the scarab was chirping madly
as it.. seemed to tear itself away from the host's spine.
"EW, what is that?!" He yelled out and Bart raised a defensive arm just in case
'it' did anything. "What's happening Blue?!" The speedster was trying to
process what had seen, and what he was seeing now. By now Jaime collapsed on
the ground, and seemed to be.. unconscious. He better be just unconscious. Bart
thought, quickly putting two fingers to the teen's neck checking for a very
much present pulse. It was beating rapidly but at least it was there. But now
he had no idea what to do?!
Khaji Da tore their way through Jaime Reyes' skin, mumbling confused words in
their native tongue. As soon as they breached the skin and made it into open
air, they leapt to the ground, morphing rapidly. Soon they were no longer a
blue scarab, but a humanoid figure much resembling a species of The Reach.
Khaji stood to their full height slowly, drinking in the world around them.
Their attention soon was fixed on Bart, who looked just about ready to join
Jaime unconscious on the ground.
"Bart Allen," Khaji says, more to themself than anyone else. "You are Bart
Allen."
Bart counted a whole 2 long seconds of him just staring at.. at the.. at the
whatever, bottom jaw nearly touching the ground, eyes stretched as wide as they
could go, and in an almost cowardly stance before he screamed bloody murder at
the top of his lungs. The speedster fell back into his butt, and crawled-more
like scurried-back to Jaime, still on the ground. Bart positioned himself so he
was somewhat covering the now defenseless teen and started to frantically try
to wake him up.
"Do not be alarmed, Impulse. I am simply Jaime's partner." Khaji begins walking
toward the panicking boy and glances down at Jaime, still unconscious. They
make a move to touch him but Bart's arm is in the way before they get an inch
forward. Khaji makes a click sound in annoyance. "Get out of the way, Impulse.
I do not wish to use force."
"'Do not be alarmed' MY ASS!" He squeaks out, voice cracking a bit. He could
care less right now. This thing claims to be Khaji, and yet looks very similar
to the race of aliens that took Jaime away from Bart fairly recently. "Like
hell you're gonna use force! You aren't laying a.. finger? Yeah, finger. You
aren't laying a finger on Jaime orsohelpmeiwilltearyouapart!" He's huffing now
as he's moved to his knees, ready to strike. What could it do? What would it
do? Bart was still in the dark about the whole situation in general. Wake up
Jaime.. please!
Perhaps if I inform him of my plans he will let me carry them out, Khaji
thinks, "I am going to wake him up," they say simply. "It does not matter if
you do not cooperate. I will wake him no matter what. You can make the process
faster- and less painful for yourself- if you do as I say and move." Khaji is
getting impatient. If Bart Allen doesn't move soon, they will strike.
A little bit of helplessness and anxiety builds up into Bart's chest as it's
getting harder to breath. He didn't know what this thing could do--what he is
going to do. "D-don't hurt him!" Is all that comes out, and he shrinks down,
thinking if something did happen to Jaime, Bart would be better off unharmed
and conscious so he could do something about it. Yeah, that was his plan.
Khaji notes Bart's rapidly increasing heart rate but decides to ignore it. He's
not my host, why should I care? They morph their hand into a metal pipe and
blast a bit of strong rust and sulfur-smelling air right under Jaime's
nostrils.
Jaime suddenly awoke to the smell of rotten eggs. He scrunched his nose and
moved his face away from the source of the odor, but the quick movement caused
a sharp pain to shoot through his neck. All the pain that he felt before rushed
back. His whole body was stiff and his spine felt as if it were tearing apart.
He glanced over and saw a bizarre figure next to him. Jaime blinked his eyes to
help clear his vision. A screamed escaped the teen when he saw the creature by
his side. "WHAT IS THAT?!" He tried to scurry away, but every move he made sent
a raging pain through every inch of his body.
"I am Khaji Da. Your partner. Be still- you are still in pain and may worsen
the effects."
Bart watches still unsure of what to do. But his emotions get the better of
him, and he narrows his eyes bitterly. "I'M his partner. YOU'RE some parasite
that just.. appeared. For no reason!"
Jaime was freaking out. Who wouldn't? He was in terrible pain and this thing
claims to be the scarab that's been attached to his spine for months. All of a
sudden it decides to crawl out of him? Jaime was confused and scared, but
hearing Bart's voice was able to calm him down. Knowing that he was there
reassured him that everything was going to be okay. Through heavy breaths, he
was able to speak. "Since when were you able to do that?! You know, a warning
would have been nice!"
Khaji makes a few clicking noises before speaking in English. "I do not know.
It would not have mattered in the long run if I had warned you. You would still
have wound up unconscious." Khaji ceases speaking for a moment, thinking. "Your
mission is now irrelevant. Making sure Jaime Reyes is at his maximum potential
is the priority. Recommended tactic: tactical retreat."
"This is weird.." Bart just pulls his knees up to his chest and stares over at
Jaime. Is this what he had to hear in his head all the time? Annoying. Already
annoying. "We can't just leave.. imeanwhatabouttheotherstheyneedourhelp!" He
sends over pleading eyes at Jaime, hoping to bring logic to this whole
situation.
"Yeah, you're right. They need our help. We should complete our mission." Jaime
puts his weight onto one arm in attempt to stand, but failed and fell onto the
floor again, screaming in pain from the impact. "Or maybe not. You go ahead.
I'll stay here with Kahji."
"Ha! Sure!" Bart said sarcastically and lightly wiggles his arm to link with
Jaime's to give him support. "Not leaving you here hermano. Not a chance.
None." He says staring down Khaji hatefully.
Khaji narrows their eyes at Bart. Everything Bart has done so far was a sign of
aggression. Khaji did not understand why. "Allow me to carry him back to base.
It will be much more efficient. You should stay here to carry out the mission."
He looks over to Jaime in the somewhat helpless condition he's in. "I'm fast
enough to go with you, and be back here in no time. I'm coming with." He states
firmly, voice strong and unwavering even though he was still internally
freaking out. Lots of what ifs. Too many questions. The mission was the least
of his concerns right now.
Jaime saw how sure Bart was, but he still didn't think it was a good idea.
"It's fine, really. We received a mission and it needs to be completed."
A long whimperish sigh emanates from Bart and he puffs his cheeks out. "I can't
leave you, I need to make sure you're okay.." he whispers quietly, but has
already accepted that he's probably not going to be traveling with them.
"Don't worry, I'll be alright. You'll be back in a flash." Jaime smiled to
reassure Bart, and himself, but he was sad to tell him to go. He didn't want
Bart to leave. He wanted him by his side, but he knew that the mission was more
important. They had to do what was best.
Bart nods slightly. "Okay.. be safe." Is all he says before speeding off before
he did something he might regret.
Khaji picks Jaime up and extends his beetle wings, taking flight back to the
makeshift base. What an odd species, he finds himself thinking, not for the
first time.
~ 0 ~
Bart speeds into the infirmary as soon as they arrive at the base, not even
caring to knock. "JAIME!" He goes to his side in a blur, vibrating with
anxiety. All he could think about all mission was if Khaji and the teen got
back safely, it was killing him. "I'm back!"
"Bart!" A huge smile appeared on Jaime's face. He was so happy to see the
younger teen. His time alone with the new Khaji Da was awkward, uncomfortable,
and confusing, so it was nice to have Bart there to support him. "How did the
mission go?"
"It went okay. I mean, it wasn't the same without you. Everyone was kinda on
edge-but that's not your fault! It's all good. We completed it!" He gave a
toothy grin and sat down on the foot of the infirmary bed, feet dangling
slightly.
Khaji Da watches the two boys silently, not seeing any need to interrupt their
exchange of words. Once Bart ceases speaking, they pipe up. "You do not need to
be in the infirmary any longer, Jaime Reyes. I have concluded you are well
enough to perform everyday activities."
How can it tell that? Bart looks at Khaji questionably but soon just shrugs and
offers a sweet smile to his friend who did actually look a lot better. Maybe
they could go watch a movie, or eat, or perhaps they could go mess with Garf or
maybe get M'gann to make them something to eat. I'll let Jaime decide. "Soooo,
Blue, watcha wanna do? Now that you're better-" Says the younger as he scoots
more towards Jaime.
Oh no he's so close. Jaime looked down to hide his flushed face. "Well, I'm
completely exhausted, physically and mentally, so I just want to rela-" The
teen was cut off by a loud rumbling sound coming from his stomach. "Actually,
let's get a snack." The teen stood up and turned away from the others in the
room, not letting them see his embarrassed face.
Completely oblivious to the pink creeping up onto Jaime's cheeks, Bart grins.
"I was hoping you would say that!" He chirps, hopping up from the bed and
slightly skipping out the room towards the kitchen right behind the elder.
Khaji follows them, not knowing what else to do. As they walk, their mind races
to understand how they turned into this form, but nothing makes sense. They are
stumped.
Jaime happily walks next to Bart on their way to the kitchen, but the feeling
starts to fade as he senses someone behind him. He turns to see Khaji following
them closely. "Can I help you?" He didn't want to sound rude, but he wanted to
be alone with Bart for a bit. The younger teen calmed him and he needed someone
to talk to. Khaji, being the root of Jaime's problems, wasn't the best
candidate, but he knew he could tell Bart anything.
Bart turns around a bit having not even noticed they were being followed. A
shiver stops him in his tracks and his teeth clench slightly. Creep, he thinks,
stepping protectively in front of Jaime. Bart knows he probably didn't need to,
but Jaime was also practically defenseless which made the speedster all the
more on edge.
"No, I do not believe you can," Khaji answers Jaime pointedly. They stare at
the two teens when they make no moves to continue walking. "Go on. Do not mind
my being here."
Bart laughs dryly, no humor in his tone. "But.. the point of us two hanging
out," he points to himself and Jaime. "Means it's only us two." He taps a foot
lightly onto the ground, hoping Jaime would back him up on this... he wasn't
wrong, right? Bart didn't think Jaime wanted to be around Khaji at the moment.
"I do not see the issue. When I was attached to Jaime Reyes' spine you two
seemed very content in talking to each other," Khaji points out.
Bart scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Well now that he has a little bit of
freedom..." he crosses his arms, already tired of this conversation.
"Fine you can stay, whatever. Just stop arguing." Jaime was already tired of
the bickering. He just wanted some peace and quiet... and food. "They can help
us figure out what happened and why." He turned away from the two others and
stepped into the kitchen.
Nodding slightly, Bart gives Khaji one last look. "Jaime, I don't think.. Kahji
is a he. More like an.. it. He grumbles slightly making sure his voice was low
and quiet. "What if it got put on mode somehow? What if it's spying on us?" he
spews out, biting his fingernails. It's an unhealthy habit he picked up, but it
slightly soothed his anxiety when it came over him badly.
"I believe it would be most fitting to refer to me as they or them," Khaji
butts in. "And The Reach has been defeated. There is no way I could be put 'on
mode' as you say."
"Bart, Khaji has been with me for months now. I think I can trust them. They
said it themself, there's no way they can be on mode." Jaime thought the
younger teen was being ridiculous,but he could tell that he was genuinely
suspicious of Khaji. It made him think... What if Bart is right? He shook his
head, doubting himself.
"It'll be okay. Even if something happens, we'll be able to handle it." He
smiled to his friend reassuringly.
"But-" He starts but finds he doesn't have anything more to say. He was only
worried for Jaime, Bart could care less about his own safety. He was a meta,
whereas his friend was only a normal powerless human.
"Okay.. okay." He repeatedly gives small nods as if trying to convince himself
as well. "I'm not trying to be an ass. I'm really not-- I-I'm just worried?" He
drops his gaze and rubs his arm. I don't think I overreacted.. but I could have
handled this better. We can handle this.
Jaime puts his hand on Bart's shoulder. "You don't need to worry about that.
Besides, we have more important things to deal with. Like what we're going to
eat. I'm starving," he says as he rummages through the refrigerator.
"You had me at 'eat' her-man-o." A wide grin displays across his soft pink lips
and he grabs a strawberry banana yogurt from the fridge and goes to the pantry
grabbing the M&M's and chocolate chips.
Jaime grabs a slice of leftover pizza and munched on it cheerfully, wondering
how he was able to get his hands on the pizza before anyone else. He looked
over and saw Khaji sitting and watching them eat. "Do you want something? You
can help yourself to anything." He took another bite of his pizza and began to
think. Can he even eat human food? What if he photosynthesizes like a plant?
"I do not think I need to eat," Khaji remarks flatly. "But I appreciate the
offer." They close their eyes thoughtfully, lips pursed into a thin line. "I
still do not understand how I was able to form this body... Jaime Reyes, we may
need to try a different method of fusion in order for you to become Blue
Beetle."
"Fuhon?" Bart's emerald eyes widen as he speaks with the spoon in his mouth.
"Howthath thuppose to wurk?"
"Are you gonna stick to my spine again? Is there a less permanent way to do it?
It would be nice if you can come on and off whenever we want." Jaime was
enjoying the feeling of a normal back and only his thoughts in his head. He
would have loved being normal again, but he wanted to continue saving people
and going on missions. The others have become a second family to him.
Khaji doesn't even pause to think before responding, "Yes, there is. I can
alter dimensional energies temporarily. Perhaps I can adjust them just
precisely so we become fused into one being."
"That sounds dangerous." Bart deadpans, crunching on an M&M. "Maybe you guys-
- er.. you two-- could ask Zatanna for help? Like how she cleansed the scarab n
stuff? Maybe she could do something about your situation." He shrugs not really
knowing what to do about all this retro technology.
"You mean cleansed me. I am not just a mindless creature, Bart Allen," Khaji
says, narrowing his bright orange eyes. "And no, there is no need to ask
Zatanna for assistance. I know what I am doing."
Bart chooses not to respond to their first statement not wishing to argue
again. He thinks it over and gets an uneasy feeling in his stomach, not asking
for help. "I don't.. I-" He glances over to Jaime not knowing how this could
all affect him.
This is really risky. The process sounds dangerous, but Khaji seems confident.
Jaime spent a bit of time contemplating what he should do. "If you believe that
you can do it, then I guess we can give it a try." He agreed to fuse, but he
was still uneasy about the whole situation.
"J-Jaime don't you think we should.. maybe.. I mean.. you still need rest! You
should give it a few days! Y-you might want to prepare for this.. I don't know
what happens but. Jaime I don't want you rushing into this." Bart says
abruptly, his tone dripping with worry and concern. His yogurt was finished and
he let it rest in the counter of the kitchen, fidgeting either his hands. If
something happened I wouldn't know what to do with myself. You're my reason,
Blue.
"Yeah... Yeah you're right. I should take some time to prepare for this... I
need to think about what I'm getting into." Jaime stares blankly at the rest of
his pizza. This is insane. I'm finally free from the thing that has affected my
life drastically, and I'm going to do some life threatening procedure to get it
back on me. But if I'm not Blue Beetle anymore, I won't be able to help people
who need me. I won't go on anymore missions with the others. There will be no
reason for me to be with Bart... He'll leave me and I'll be back to my old
boring self...
Bart really notices how his friend starts to tense up and how his mind goes off
to different places, so the speedster puts a hand on the teen's shoulder with a
caring smile. "That's okay Blue. Relaaax, we can worry about this later. C'mon;
we can go watch a movie if you want~!"
Jaime wraps his arm around Bart and his worries slowly fade. "Sounds good! You
have a movie in mind?" He eats the last bit of his food, regaining his appetite
Mind turning to mush at the sudden contact, Bart struggles to get out a quiet-
"N-no not r-really," -feeling his face flush but had no way of hiding it. "B-
but, uh, I heard 'Keeping Up With The Jones's' was a funny movie?" The
speedster then offers a slight smile.
When thinking of a response, Jaime looks at Bart and realizes what he just did.
He quickly lets go and feels his heart beat faster. "The-that, i mean, that's a
good idea, I could use a good laugh right now..."
Khaji frowns slightly. That sounds like a waste of time... Aren't they worried
about the future of Blue Beetle? But they decide to keep their mouth shut for
once because it seemed every time they talked, it caused some form of tension.
And as much as Bart would likely object, they have his best interests in mind.
Bart slightly glances over to Khaji and gives a head tilt. Maybe if I tried to
be nice... "Want some popcorn?" He points to the pantry towards the boxes of
unpopped treats with a grin. "It's really good, I promise."
Khaji stares at the strange looking snack curiously. "I suppose I could..."
They reach (hah) for the box and pour a bit onto their hand, shoving them all
into their mouth before anyone can say anything. "...It is crunchy," Khaji
comments.
Bart cringes hard letting out a strangled noise, scrunching up his nose. "Khaji
no-- oh eww that's disgusting. No, you gotta--" but he just grunts and buries
his face into the side of Jaime's shoulder starting to laugh uncontrollably.
"Oh gosh, I wish I got that on video." He gasps out, not being able to take in
air from the giggles using up the oxygen in his lungs.
Jaime watched Bart laugh hysterically and couldn't help but let a chuckle
escape him. "Stop laughing, they're trying." He looks back at Khaji and he
loses it. He grabs onto Bart so he doesn't fall onto the floor. His stomach and
cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. Every time his laughs calms down, he looks
back at the other laughing teen and loses his control again. It doesn't take
long for him to end up on the ground, clutching his stomach.
He slowly slides down to the floor next to the teen and by this point he has
tears in his eyes. "Fff-Khaji, you gotta-you gotta put it in the microwave
first!" Bart barely gets it out before lies down on the floor, head falling
just under Jaime's outstretched arm. "Ohhh boy.." he remarks breathlessly.
Khaji stares, bewildered, at the humans' unusual reaction. For a moment Khaji
is worried he did something bad, but when he reads the pheromones coming off of
the two they're all positive. He continues eating the unpopped popcorn with a
shrug. "They seem fine like this."
"Oh my gOSH NO WAIT Y-" Jaime can't even finish his sentence. He bursts out
laughing once again. Tears come out of his eyes and he gasps for air every few
seconds.
Bart's clinging to Jaime's shirt trying not to cry of laughter. "Bl-Blue! I
think they like it like that though-" He chokes out, sticking out his tongue
and pointing a finger to it in disgust, making a 'bleh' sound.
Khaji furrows his eyebrows in confusion and puts down the box, still cracking
some of the kernels with his extra sharp canines. "I do not understand what is
so amusing."
The speedster slightly rolls his eyes, sprinting up to the box and snatches it,
sticking one serving into the microwave and sets the timer for 2 minutes. "When
the corn kernels heat up they pop and turn light and fluffy. See, look." He
starts the microwave and sits in the counter patiently.
Khaji watches the microwave intently until the kernels begin to pop, the first
few startling them a bit.
Jaime giggles seeing Khaji slightly jump when hearing the popcorn. "They can
alter dimensional energy, yet they're startled by popcorn," he snickers. Jaime
leans into Bart and whispers. "Think of all the pranks we can pull on them."
Bart throws a smirk onto his lips, trying hard not to laugh again. His cheeks
were too sore, and he didn't want to raise any suspicion. "I like the way you
think Blue," while crossing his arms over his chest, Bart lightly kicks a
plastic cup off the counter into Khaji's direction while they stared intently
at the microwave, it crashing to the ground loudly behind them. "Ooooops."
Khaji jumps at least a foot in the air and morphs their arm into a cannon,
blasting the cup to smithereens in an instant. The shot leaves a trail of smoke
and ash in its wake on the previously untouched floor. Khaji stares at the spot
with a blank expression. "Apologies."
"AY CABRON!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL SOMEONE!!" Jaime jumps back, avoiding the
blast that wouldn't have hit him anyways. "Ok, maybe that wasn't a good idea."
He looks at the damage done and immediately regrets everything.
"I guess not-" Bart says from up on the center of the counter to where he
scurried to during all of that. He gulps and sits back down carefully. Well, I
didn't know they would do that?!
"Lets not blow stuff up anymore..?" Bart suggests, still shaking a bit.
"I will try. When I was with Jaime he helped suppress my reflexes so I didn't
destroy things- or people- as much. I suppose I must get used to being on my
own..." Khaji trails off with a frown. This is all very strange.
"I-it's fine. You're learning, you'll get the hang of it." Jaime calms down and
attempts to comfort Kahji. "The popcorn is done now. Go ahead and try it the
way its supposed to be eaten." He changes the subject to relieve the tension in
the room. After opening the bag, he gives it to Khaji, offering them some.
Khaji peeks into the bag tentatively, analyzing the now puffy white pieces of
popcorn. "Amazing," they remark to themself, skewering one on one of their
claws. They flick it in their mouth and chews slowly, turning it around a bit
once it's in. They swallow and immediately go for another handful, stuffing the
snack in their mouth.
With a sigh, Bart sticks another bag into the microwave, seeing that it
wouldn't be long before they finished off the bag. "Oh it's cool, me and Jaime
can just share." He gives a defeated look, puffing his lip out in a pout. But
secretly, thank you. He starts to daydream about him and the teen snuggling
close on the couch together while sharing a bowl of popcorn. Don't kid
yourself, Bart.
"We can share, its no big." Jaime says with a bit of amusement from watching
Khaji stuff their mouth with the popcorn. He looks at the bag of popcorn in the
microwave when he had a sudden realization. We're going to be sharing popcorn.
We'll have to be close. We'll be reaching into the same bag. What if we reach
at the same time???Jaime turns red from the thought and was going to suggest
putting their portions into separate bowls, but decided against it. I wouldn't
mind it too much...
"Crash," Bart whispers not-so-subtly, and instantly starts mentally kicking
himself. When the microwave timer finally goes off, he grabs out the bag
awkwardly, somewhat rushing to get out of the room without saying anything
else. Stupidstupidstupidstupiddummy
Khaji follows Jaime as he exits the room as well, munching on their bag of
popcorn thoughtfully.
Bart goes ahead of them and is first into the screening room, leaping over the
couch and landing onto the cushion gracefully. He sinks into the soft cushions
after grabbing a plush blue blanket from the end of the couch and shifts so
Jaime could squeeze in beside Bart if the teen wanted to.
But instead of Jaime, Khaji plops down on the spot, disappointing everyone in
the process. They lean back comfortably and continue munching on the popcorn,
seemingly engrossed in their thoughts.
Glancing over to his side growing suddenly pale, Bart's heart drops when the
warmth next to him wasn't or Jaime but of the one and only Khaji Da. Damn it!
The speedster sighs and stuffs a handful of popcorn in his mouth trying to hide
the disappointment in his face while drawing his knees up to his chest almost
as if to hide under the blanket.
Khaji sitting next to Bart was like a punch in the stomach to Jaime. All his
hope fades into disappointment. "Wai-... Bu-... Nevermind." He wants to tell
Khaji to move, but a whisper was all he manages to get out before he gives up.
He sits on another couch a few feet away from the other two, feeling defeated
without putting up a fight.
Khaji looks at the much larger couch Jaime is sitting on, gets up, and sits
next to him. They wave Bart over. "Come, Bart Allen. This sitting apparatus is
large enough to fit all of us."
Bart's hand stops midway to his mouth, jaw slightly hung open and wide emerald
eyes scan over the couch, then over Khaji then land on the spot beside Jaime.
It wasn't that small of a spot, and the spot beside Khaji was bigger (not that
the small teen couldn't wiggle and fit his way into the smaller space.) but the
bewildered boy was very unsure of where to go. Well do something Bart!
So he slowly stands with the bowl of popcorn in one hand and wraps the blanket
around his narrow shoulders like a cape and inches his way towards the larger
couch, still very much freaking out on where to sit.
Khaji shuffles to the side, making room for Bart to sit between the two. They
attempt to smile but it ends up looking more like a lopsided grin.
"T-thanks," Bart whispers quietly, returning the smile as he plops down on the
couch already very conscious of how close he was to Jaime. He only further
wraps himself in the blanket hoping that would block the sound of his very fast
heartbeat, which Bart was sure that Australia could hear from here.
Khaji notices Bart's heart rate pick up but does not say anything.
Jaime wants to scoot over to give Bart more space, but he's at the very end of
the couch. The two teens were almost squished together, but he didn't mind.
We're reeeally close. He could almost smell him if it weren't for all the
popcorn in the room. Their arms were lightly touching and Jaime could feel the
younger teen's warmth. He melts from the slightest touch and tries his hardest
to hold back a huge grin.
Khaji notices Jaime's heart rate pick up and decides to say something. "Jaime
Reyes, your body temperature has increased exponentially and your heart rate
has doubled," they announce bluntly.
Embarrassed, Jaime buries his face in his hands. "It- its nothing. I'm, um, I'm
fine." Stupid stupid stupid stupid Khaji. "It just got warm since we're all
sitting so close..."
As Bart's giggles die down, he buries his face into the blanket, suppressing
the dumb grin he held on his lips. "Let's start the movie, maybe it'll cool
down once we're all relaxed.." it comes out a little muffled by the blanket as
he eases back into the couch (mostly towards Jaime, but it's no big deal..)
feeling less tense than before.
Khaji grabs the remote from the table and hands it to Bart. "I have observed
Jaime use this device to manipulate your image projection box."
Taking the remote gingerly, a hand flies up to his mouth as his somewhat high
pitched and fast giggles spill out of his mouth, struggling to contain them to
spare Khaji's pride. (Do they have pride? Bart doesn't know.) "Y-yeah! Uh-it's
called a remote.. and that's the TV. Cool, huh?" The teen tilts his head,
navigating through the different movies they had on demand, clicking on the
desired film.
Jaime feels bad for Khaji, but can't hold back his laugh. He playfully punches
Bart on the arm. "Stop being so mean, they’re not used to this." It is funny
though... Jaime wants to tease Khaji, but remembers what happened last time and
changes his mind.
Bart lazily tilts his head back and a bit towards Jaime giving him a pout. "I
am not being mean!" And he crosses his arms for effect after shoving the remote
at the elder's chest. "Just watch the dang movie.." he grumbles, despite his
lips spread wide in a smile after resettling back into the couch cushions.
Khaji does not pay attention to the movie at all, but instead speculates on how
this came to be. How were they able to transform? Why hadn't they known before?
Did The Reach know?
Only when Bart and Jaime's laughter rang out across the dimly lit room does
Khaji snap out of his thoughts, gazing at them contently. They were happy, so
so were they.
In the corner of his eye, Bart spots the bright glowing eyes of Khaji looking--
maybe staring--at him and Jaime. Ohdangohdangohdang what if they know I like
Jaime? Is that why they're staring? and just the thought of his little secret
being exposed makes him squirm a bit and he looks down at his popcorn bowl to
scoop more of the buttery food into his mouth. "Huh. Empty."
Oblivious to all the staring, Jaime watches the movie intently until Bart
interrupts. "I can go get more if you want." He got comfortable next to Bart,
but he didn't want to say nothing and possibly be rude by not offering.
And leave me alone with the newbie at life? Uhhhhhh- "Thanks," he smiles softly
and hands him the bowl, attention returning back to the movie, praying that it
wouldn't become too awkward.
Khaji is silent during their exchange, only observing the two quietly. When
Jaime leaves, Khaji stares at Bart calculatingly. Bart Allen is obviously
attracted to Jaime Reyes. They were unsure if such information would be
inappropriate to announce, so they stay as they are, passively watching.
The teen clenches his teeth feeling very self conscious with Khaji watching
very over him. Bart's bright green eyes flicker continuously over to his side
until he finally heaves a sigh and shifts his body to face the pair of eyes
that had refused to look away. "...What?"
Oh. I suppose it would not be out of place to tell him what I know if he
asks..."I have noticed your hormones and unusually fast heartbeat around Jaime
Reyes. They are usually signs of sexual attraction. Although you are both male,
are you not?" Khaji still did not fully understand the whole boys dating boys
and girls dating girls thing. It did not make any scientific sense to them, but
perhaps there was an emotional side they were not aware of. Perhaps some people
just fell in love with others and that's how it worked. No helping that, he
supposes.
Oh my god they know.
"S-s-sexual? I- no! I mean, I-I do like.." He feels himself heating up, face
flushing and it's very notice, even in the dark room. "B-boys can like boys! I
d-don't think it should matter, especially if the boy you like is.. very
handsome, and sweet, and caring and funny.." Bart trails off, knowing he's
saying all of this to the wrong person, and didn't know if Khaji would keep
their mouth shut. "Boys can like boys.. I like boys.. Boys are cute..."
Khaji tilts their head slightly at Bart and returns to their unnerving silence.
"D-do you think.. Maybe.." Bart starts, but ends up flopping back on the couch,
knowing his thoughts were most likely stupid.
"Do I think...?" Khaji urges.
"DoyouthinkJaimelikesmeback?!" He squeaks it out, voice somewhat cracking due
to the swell of anxiety building up in his throat and chest.
"Yes," is Khaji's immediate answer. "Not only do I think, I know. I believe
being fused to his spine for months has told me enough."
Bart swears he blacked out, or squeaked, or yelped. But he does know he fell of
the couch and tangled himself in his blanket while attempting to muffle his
heavy breathing. Oh.My.God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Jaime.. Likes me!
Khaji jolts up, alarmed by Bart's intense reaction. "Are you okay? Can you
breath?" Khaji removes the blanket from Bart and stares at the nearly
hyperventilating boy, concerned. "Bart?"
"Imgoodipromiseipromise!" Bart was actually vibrating, and had to concentrate
very hard so he wouldn't go through the floor. He was very unsure of how to
contain himself, jumping between laughing and squealing. He looks back up to
Khaji, who was very very concerned looking and the speedster hugs them in a
tight embrace. "Ohmygoshohmygosh what should I do?!"
Khaji tenses at the unexpected and unnecessary contact. They had witnessed
Jaime give and receive many of these... hugs, were they called? Khaji decides
they can tolerate them and pats Bart awkwardly on the back, something they'd
seen Jaime do. "I do not understand the question."
He raises his hand to his auburn hair, tugging at the strands nervously while
still holding Khaji close to his small body. "I-I don't know. Should I just go
right out and tell him..? That I like him, I mean. Or should I.. I don't know.
Ihavenoideawhattodoiveneverlikedsomeonebefore," he starts to whine, feeling
suddenly helpless.
"I do not know," Khaji answers honestly. "I do not know much about emotion
myself... Only recently have I experienced it."
"Maybe I should just.. Calm down. Jaime's been through a lot today.. I don't
think i should sick all of my feelings on him today." Bart sighs, knowing he'll
just have it bottle it up for a bit longer. I just want him to know, I just
want to let him know.. he then flops back to the couch face first into the
cushions. "...ths gnn be a log nighf..the teen attempts to muffle through the
couch fabric before returning to sulking.
Khaji sits back down next to the speedster, finding his traitorous body
enjoying the warmth Bart was transferring into himself and hugs him closer.
"Apologies for not being able to assist you."
"I.. Can't really believe I'm saying this.. But- we're hugging, and I'm kinda
okay with it." Bart smiles a bit up at Khaji and sort of relaxes into the
touch.
"Likewise." Khaji gazes back down at Bart. Without really thinking, and simply
acting on instinct, Khaji reaches up to Bart's fluffy hair and pets it gently.
What is this. What am I doing. Why am I doing it. But they continue anyways,
delighting in the way Bart melts into them perfectly. A warm, tingly feeling
spreads in his chest. Is this... love?
A slight giggle bubbles in Bart's throat, feeling a slight tickle from the hand
petting his hair. He decides he likes it and his smile widens.
The warmth in Khaji’s chest grows at the sound of Bart's pure and light
laughter. "... I-" Khaji cuts off, confused. Why did they speak? They did not
need to. They didn't even know what they'd say after. There was just an
unexplainable urge to... say something. Anything. What is happening to me?
Bart looks up through long eyelashes, feeling the sudden absence of a desired
hand in his silky hair. "What? You okay?" He replies softly, not wanting to
trouble Khaji.
"It's nothing," Khaji assures both Bart and themself. "I do not know why I said
that." A couple blue tendrils morph from their back and wrap around Bart
hesitantly, not wanting to make the hyper speedster feel trapped. "If this
makes you uncomfortable, please inform me."
"O-oh," He says quietly, still wanting to know what they were starting.. Maybe
wanting to say. His eyes slightly widen out of surprise but forces himself to
stay calm. "No I'm good.." He whispers slightly confused and bewildered,
Khaji lets their head fall back onto the couch cushion, eyes slowly closing.
They feel their thoughts and questions melt away until all that's left is
Bart's warmth. This must be 'relaxing', something the scarab had never been
able to do before. There was always something to think about.
The microwave beeps and Jaime takes the bag out of the microwave. He walks into
the room and wants to vomit. Que chingados?? The confusing and almost
disgusting sight makes him sick to his stomach. He drops the popcorn and slowly
walks back into the kitchen to question every decision he's ever made.
Bart's stomach does a flip-flop, startled from the crash of a popcorn bowl on
the ground. He leans off of Khaji, peering his head around the corner but
seeing no one.
"J-Jaime?? You there? What happened??" The alarmed tone in his voice was a
little quiet but only because he was very confused on why Jaime dropped the
popcorn.
Khaji retracts from Bart nervously, reading Jaime's brainwaves subconsciously.
Betrayal, confusion, and a little... disgust? Why?
Bart looks back at Khaji with a confused look. "What's wrong with--" he starts
but his quick mind finally jumps to the conclusion that Jaime saw him and
Khaji.. and: oh. Oh.
Khaji is still puzzled, and watches Bart carefully as he stands up.
"Oh.. ohnohnohno.." He starts to pace, not sure if seeking out Jaime would make
things worse. I can't blame him after what he walked in on. Not that it was
anything bad.. but Khaji did say that he does have feelings for me and
thatprobablydidntassureJaimethatilikehimback. Things were getting complicated,
and Bart didn't even realize the frustrated tears slightly forming at the
corners of his eyes.
"Bart?" Khaji asks, even more confused when he sees the boy tearing up. "What
is wrong? Why is Jaime upset?" They stand up next to Bart, gaze flickering
between his face and the corner Jaime had disappeared behind.
He takes a deep breath and attempts to form a few words but his head was
swimming with self guilt and millions of questions. "You said Jaime likes me
right?.. so it probably hurt him to see us.. y'know... hugging.. and close.."
he doesn't quite know how to explain the feeling. "H-he probably w-wants to do
that with me, y'know? Cuddle and hold each other.. so it hurt him.. to see me
do that with someone else.." a tear falls down and he furiously wipes it away
with the back of his hand.
"Oh." I suppose that makes sense. "You should tell him what was really
happening."
Bart nods slightly and wipes a few more hot tears that stung his cheeks away
before he turns and slowly starts to walk into the hallway. Why am I doing
this, what am I even going to say?? He probably doesn't want to talk to me,
he'll think I'm just pittying him.
Khaji takes a seat on the couch and waits. He figures it'd be better if they
thought they were having a private conversation.
"Jaime..?" Bart lightly whispered into the hallway, half hoping that the teen
had locked himself in his room and wouldn't want to talk to him. The thought of
having this heart to heart conversation gave him all sorts of anxiety that he
didn't feel the need to deal with at the moment.
Jaime was sitting in silence, thinking about what he would say when he comes
out of the room. He couldn't stay in that room forever. His thoughts are
interrupted by a knock at the door and he freaks out for a second. No, I'm not
ready! He doesn't want to keep the other person waiting, so he goes and opens
the door slowly, putting the most confused look on his face.
Breath hitching in his throat, Bart's eyes lower as the door opens and
desperately tries to think of the best thing to say right now. I'm sorry? No,
what would I be sorry for.. I didn't do anything wrong. It's wasn't what it
looked like? Nope, that won't help much. He taps his foot on the ground quickly
and looks back up at the teen with an almost terrified look. "Jaime..I-I like
you. Like.. like you." As soon as the words leave his mouth, he cringed.
ANYTHING ELSE would have been better than that, Bart!!
Jaime takes his time to register what Bart just said. He likes me? I mean yeah
we're friends why wouldn't he like me? Does he not want to be friends? Is he
ditching me for Kahj- OH WAIT-! Jaime wants to hug Bart tightly. He wants to
tell him how he feels, but he can't believe that Bart likes him.
"You... You like me? So like, like like? Not just as friends
butlikesomethingmore??" Jaime is embarrassed, but he needs to know.
He nods quickly, gulping at least several times. For him, this is lasting and
eternity. Every second felt like minutes, close to hours for him. Which, it
wasn't-but still. "I really like you. Like like you. The corners of his lips
twitch into a small, nervous smile. Yeah right, like he'll believe that. Moron.
Jaime feels a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He didn't have to
spend hours wondering if Bart likes him back. He doesn't have to argue with
himself about whether or not he should make a move. He doesn't have to hold
back. He suddenly hugs Bart tightly and can't help but laugh a little. Bart
Allen likes me. He likes me back. He holds the teen even tighter, not wanting
to let go.
Bart gasps a little at the sudden contact, but welcomes it even after his feet
leave the ground and he hold tight onto Jaime. "Dooooo you like me back then?~"
he laughs, still a bit nervous and shocked.
Jaime lets go of Bart reluctantly and looks into his eyes. "No," he says
seriously and pauses for dramatic effect. "I love you." So much." He sighs
loudly, still trying to believe what is happening. "You have no idea how long
I've wanted to say that."
His green eyes widen slightly not even believing what he's hearing. He was
hearing correctly, right? He's pretty sure he did, but he asks just to be sure.
"You--?" He coughs and clears his throat after his voice cracked
embarrassingly. "Y-you love me? Love me?" Bart points at himself and then rests
it over where his heart would be, checking to see if he was even alive. Love me
for a long time?!
Jaime throws his arms up, unable to hide his enthusiasm. "YES!" He puts his
hands on Bart's cheeks, careful not to hurt him. "I love you, Bart." Jaime
looks at him sweetly, trying his best not to kiss him, thinking it might be too
soon.
Are we gonna kiss?! Or are we gonna.. kiss? He bites his bottom lip to keep it
from quivering and clasps Jaime's shirt to keep himself steady. The speedster
already feels his knees begin to turn to jello at the pairs intense closeness
and raises his head to level their gazes.
Khaji listens carefully to their conversation, increasing worry growing in
their gut when both of them don't say anything for a while and their heartbeats
speed up. They get up and march to the kitchen, bursting through the door.
"Jaime Reyes! Bart Allen! You both need to cease whatever you are doing; this
heart rate is unsafe to keep for prolonged periods of time," they suggest
urgently.
A loud yelp is heard from Bart and he jumps away from Jaime in surprise,
banging his hip on the edge of the counter in the process. "aH SHIT! I mean--
damn Khaji what the hell?!" He says clutching his side as he slips to the
ground in pain. Well isn't this just embarrassing!? That was perfect timing,
thanks a lot!
Jaime slides his hand down his face while groaning loudly when Khaji rudely
interrupts their moment. He hears the thump when Bart hits his hip and offers
him emotional support. Hitting your hip on the edge of a counter is almost as
bad as stepping on a lego.
"Have you ever heard of privacy? Jeez, you really need to stop freaking out
over these little things..."
"It is not little," Khaji insists. "What if you had a heart attack? Or passed
out?"
"Khaji," Bart whines. "It's not like we're running or anything! It's okay I
promise. Aren't we too young to have heart attacks anyways?" He looks
questionably at them and stands up, touching his side with a wince. That's
gonna hurt in the morning. Well, now too.
"You are never 'too young' to have heart attacks," Khaji states, walking
closer.
"Well," he starts with a scoff. "We would have been reeeeeallly moded if that
somehow happened. But it didn't. We're okay."
Khaji makes a few clicking sounds before falling silent, eyeing Bart's injured
hip. "Do you require medical attention?"
He gives a slight shake of his head before straightening up. "It's crash, it
doesn't really hurt anymore anyways," Bart said with a shrug.
Jaime is still disappointed that he didn't get to kiss Bart, but he realized
that he won't be able to just tell Khaji to leave and kiss him right there. The
moment is over. He wants to do it when the time is right.
"Soooo should we go finish up that movie?" Then he remembers. "Wait, before we
do that, what was that all about?! Bart, you were so suspicious about Khaji
just a couple of hours ago and suddenly you're cuddling? What's with you two?!"
His cheeks take on a slight pink and Bart slightly straightens up and gives an
uncaring shrug. "I uh.. I mean--they kinda calmed me down." He rubs the back of
his neck and glances over at Khaji. "I guess I shouldn't have been quick to
judge.. I mean..cuddlers are always good guys!" He says and shoots a sweet
smile at them.
Khaji blinks at the gesture, the warmth in his stomach reappearing. They think
Bart is giving them a compliment from his tone, but isn't sure, so they simply
nod in agreement.
I'm a cuddler... Jaime's heart sinks and he felt a hint of anger. "Well...
Jus-... Whatever..." He walks back into the screening room and sits in the
middle of the couch, feeling annoyed, but mostly with himself for getting angry
at such a small thing.
Bart, oblivious to Jaime's troubledness, follows close behind after slotting
his hand in Khaji's and tugging them along until they got to the couch. Bart
lets go of their hand and sits down to the left of Jaime, pressing up close to
him with a smile on his face as he takes in the teen's warmth.
Khaji allows Bart to take their hand, almost shyly following behind and taking
their seat beside the speedster. All of a sudden, a large boom shakes the room
to its core.
Bart clutches onto Jaime hard and his eyes widen, eyeing the objects dispersed
on tables and shelves that were threatening to fall to the ground. "What the
heck was that..?!"
Forgetting that he is now powerless, Jaime puts his arm in front of Bart to
protect him. "I don't know, but we better find out before it does some serious
damage..."
"Perfect," Khaji says, looking pleased. "This is the perfect time to see if we
can fuse."
Wiggling out of the arm that was protectively over him, Bart stands and looks
at Khaji almost concerned, but mostly thoughtfully. "You sure? What if
something happens? What if one of you gets hurt? Orworsebothofyou!" His
pleading green eyes look to Khaji's for answers, very much wishing that they
didn't have to risk anything.
"The odds of something going wrong are very slim, Bart Allen." Khaji looks at
Jaime questioningly. "Is this okay with you?"
Jaime feels the pressure from both sides and doesn't want to displease anyone.
He looks back and forward between Bart and Khaji, not knowing what to do.
"Well... If Khaji thinks he can do it… and we'll do it eventually right?" He
looks at Khaji and mentally prepares himself for what he's about to do. "Ok,
let's do it."
Bart knew this would have to happen eventually, just he wasn't hoping it would
be this soon. The speedster takes a stew and throws his thin arms around Jaime
and presses his forehead to the elder's chest, squeezing like he would never
let go.
Jaime takes a small step back, surprised by the sudden embrace. He looks down
at Bart and smiles sweetly. He puts one arm around the the younger teen's body
and the other goes to his head and strokes his hair. He leans his head onto
Bart's and squeezes back, never being close enough. "We'll be okay. I promise."
Reluctantly, Bart let's go after a few more long seconds but goes right to
Khaji, giving him the same (uncomfortably) tight embrace he shared with Jaime.
"Please protect
him. I know you can I-I just... worry, that's all... I trust you, I really do."
Khaji returns the embrace without hesitation. "Gratitude, Bart Allen." They try
their hardest to smile at Bart not-so-creepily this time and turn more solemnly
to Jaime. "Please move back," they direct Bart.
He steps away slowly with a nod and gives them two thumbs up, bracing himself
for anything bad that may happen. Oh god.. maybe I should just go get
someone... anyone!
Khaji closes their eyes, concentrating on bending reality, which is just as
difficult and complicated as it sounds. They feel a little resistance from who
knows where, but they push through. There's a bright flash of white light, and
suddenly Jaime and Khaji are gone. In their place is Blue Beetle in all his
glory, a sight for sore eyes.
Gasping loudly, Bart jumps back and (he had instinctively covered his eyes in a
slight bit of fear) removed the hands from his face and takes a long look at
Blue Beetle before grinning as wide as he could.
"You're okay!! You are okay.. right?? Both of you are there?" Rushing up to
them, he places a hesitant hand on the chest plate armor covering Jaime's body
underneath.
Jaime felt strange being Blue Beetle again, but there was something comforting
about it. He moved his fingers, getting used to the feeling.
"Yeah... Yeah! It worked!" He feels Bart's hand on his him and holds it with
his own. "It worked."
"Oh I'm so relieved.. imjustgladyoubothareokay" he was practically bubbling
with excitement and threw his arms around him for about the millionth time that
day, wishing he could pick Jaime up and spin him around.
Jaime chuckles and hugs Bart tight, only drawing away when another explosion
shakes the building. "Guess we'd better go check that out, huh?" Blue Beetle
smiles at the speedster and flies quickly out of the room, knowing Bart was
more than capable of keeping up.
A grin spreads across Bart's lips and he quickly speeds to his room to get his
suit and in no more than 3 seconds later, he's running right beside Blue, still
grinning like an idiot.
Blue Beetle exits the apartment through the door and soars into the sky, vision
switching to infrared. Once he spots the crooks responsible for the explosions,
he drifts down just outside the factory building.
Bart zooms past, running along the walls of the building to get down to the
ground, looking and spotting some sketchy looking guys, seeming to be trying to
steal some type of weapon. What it was, Bart couldn't tell. "Hey! You! What the
heck was that for?!" The speedster shouts out, then sprints up close to them,
trying to see if he could figure out what they were doing.
Chapter End Notes
     The plan was to kill Jaime off and have Bart blame Khaji. ;)
***** Say My Name (Halbarry) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     After a scuffle with Poison Ivy, Barry finds he orgasms every time
     someone says his name. He just hopes it'll wear off before Hal
     notices...
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Barry
     SAS as Hal
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bats sure as hell better thank Hal for this.
This wasn't even his city, let alone his villains. And boy was Gotham weird.
Sure, Hal had seen some funky looking baddies. But they were aliens, and these
were humans. How he got roped into fighting Poison Ivy? The Trinity left for an
offworld mission, leaving the rest of the league members to handle things on
earth while they were gone. Which wasn't a problem for Hal, because he had just
gotten back from an offworld mission and didn't feel like leaving again. He
felt like spending time with Barry, and that was going just great until he was
summoned to Gotham because no one else was available to lock back up some coo-
coo in Arkham. Barry, being the amazing person he was, offered to run him over
to the gloomy city and help take out the villain.
This lady was apparently obsessed with plants, and Hal was currently trying to
slice through thick green vines that threatened to strangle him.
Barry had a few scuffles with Poison Ivy before. She was always underwhelming
to fight in his opinion, but so were many other villains thanks to his
superspeed. Right now, Ivy was struggling to pin the speedster down, sending
most of her plants after him in attempt to slow him down. One of them caught
his foot and he went racing by, sending him face first into the concrete.
Another vine slams down hard on his back, causing the air to be blasted right
out of him. He gasps for air as soon as he's able, but finds he's inhaled a
lungful of sweet smelling mist. The vines retract as if they knew their job was
done, which causes a pang of fear to shoot through Barry.
Ivy looks satisfied, and suddenly the green vines that were constricting Hal's
ribs retreat away and he drops to the floor with a hard thud. After breaking
himself away from the shock, Hal looks around frantically for his partner and
spots the scarlet speedster lying face first into the unforgiving ground. Hal
swears he could have heard Ivy give a devious "Good luck!" as she escaped,
vines forming at the wall of a nearby building that allowed her to escape. He
doesn't have time to dwell on it, because before he knows it he's up and
rushing over to Barry's side, kneeling down cautiously despite how dizzy he
felt.
"Barry? Barry are you okay?" He said quietly, knowing no one would probably
hear.
Barry is in the middle of attempting to cough out the substance he inhaled when
Hal comes racing towards him, calling his name worriedly. As soon as the word
"Barry" escapes Green Lantern's lips, a pang of warmth erupts in his abdomen
and he gasps in surprise. Did I just... orgasm?
He can feel his face heating up, thankfully mostly covered by this mask. He
lifts himself up on shaky arms and stays on the ground on hands and knees,
focusing on regulating his breathing. "Y-yeah. I'm fine."
Hal looks down at the Flash and frowns. "Are you sure? Why did you gasp, is
something broken?" He kneels down and starts to dust Barry off, checking with
his ring for any internal organ damage.
Barry clutches onto Hal's arm to help sturdy himself as he stands. "No, I'm
okay. I think that stuff just messed with my muscles or something cus I feel
weaker," he lies.
"Alright Bear," Hal says still unconvinced but hoists Barry up. "Maybe we
should just get back up and call it a night." He suggests with a small smile.
Barry winces as Hal says his usually adorable nickname, the feeling of
releasing in his pants getting very uncomfortable. "Y-yeah," he says, letting
go of his boyfriend. "I'll meet you back home, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, Barry speeds off down the streets of Gotham.
A whoosh of air ruffles the brown strands of Hal's hair and he cocks an eyebrow
looking down the path the speedster disappeared down.
"Was it something I said?" He shrugs and looks around, noticing the police cars
starting to arrive on scene. As much as he would like to chase after Barry,
Green Lantern should probably wrap things up with authorities.. he grunts and
makes his way over to a few officers who thank him a bit ungraciously.
They mostly just wave Hal off, which he was totally okay with. He stayed a max
of 20 more minutes before he shot as fast as he could up into the smoggy sky,
heading for his and Barry's shared apartment.
~ 0 ~
Barry is sitting on the couch when Hal comes in, and he looks up with a smile.
"Hey, Hal."
Hal steps inside the doorway and is utterly confused. "Hey?" He says with
peering eyes, humming to himself. "You, uh--you good?" Hal asks and shrugs off
his jacket, lazily tossing it onto the shoe bench beside the door. "I mean..do
you feel better?"
Barry nods. "Yeah. I think whatever Ivy spritzed on me is gone," he says,
looking a little confused himself.
"Oh," Hal nods slowly but shrugs and walks over to the couch, flopping beside
his boyfriend and proceeds to sprawl out over him. "That good." He says
passively, quietly wondering what it was she had used on Barry. And what had it
done?
"Mhm," Barry hums, resting a hand in Hal's hair. He somewhat nervously eyes
Hal's head which was right in his lap. It better be gone, or I'm screwed in
this position.
"Love you Care-Bear.." he says softly, closing his eyes peacefully, even though
he was still wound up from all the adrenaline still running wild through his
veins.
Barry tenses as he comes into his newly changed into pants(which is rather
frustrating in itself) but manages to keep any noise from escaping his throat.
"Love you too," he forces himself to say.
Hal's eyes shoot open and he turns his head up to face Barry, who wore a deep
shade of pink across his cheeks. "Are you sure you're okay Barry?" Hal says
with thick concern, noticing how the man tenses up once more.
"Nn," Barry groans as Hal says his name again. "On second thought... I guess
the effects are still there."
"Wha--?" He sits up slightly and notes how Barry was close to panting, his
breathing was so irregular. "What.. effects?" He asks after the long pause,
looking back and forth from Barry's half lidded eyes to his heaving chest.
"I... don't know," Barry lies once more, pushing Hal gently off of him.
"It's... hot. Sorry."
Instead of getting off of his boyfriend normally, he dramatically falls onto
the ground and groans loudly and irritably. "Uuuunnng--" He grumbles as he
rolls, and he finally stops rolling around like a child on the carpet, sitting
up on his knees facing Barry. "Babe, Barry, come on just tell me."
"Jesus-" Barry gasps, closing his legs tight together. "Stop- saying my name.
Please."
Hal straightens up and tilts his head to the side. "Why..?" He says with a
confused look, but then swallows and gets to thinking for himself (never a good
thing). Every time Hal had said Barry's name, or even his nickname, the
speedster would get really out of breath and fidgety. He even groaned. Gasped.
Closed his legs.
Oh my shit.
Barry keeps his mouth tightly shut as he watches the truth unravel itself in
Hal's mind. It would be cute- if the circumstances were different. He sighs,
relaxing a little into the couch now that he didn't need to worry about lying.
"Get it?"
"Oh I get it alright," Hal teases, but is still shocked with how he hadn't
really figured it out sooner... he should have known, by Barry's behavior. Hal
smirks a little. Would it be cruel to...? Maybe. Probably shouldn't… at least
for right now.
Damn, Hal wonders how it would feel to just.. release like that every time
someone said your name. He really needed to clean his conscious.
"I see that smirk, jackass," Barry says with a murderous glare. "Don't."
Hal rocks forward off of his knees, shifting towards the couch so he could prop
his elbows up on the edge. "Aww.. What did you think I was gonna do--" Hal
starts while he rests his chin in the man's lap, ."--B-b-aarr--??" He draws out
the name and leaving out the last letter sound, cruelly and dangerously. But
Hal was fully prepared for if his boyfriend decided to flat out tackle him.
"Hal," Barry warns once more, placing his hands on the man's shoulders, ready
to push him off. "Don't you dare." But part of him wanted Hal to say his name,
no matter how much he'd deny it.
Hal's smirk only widens into a full on grin at the firm hands at either side of
his head. "Why? Whatcha gonna do, huh?" He challenges, and then slyly but
without an actual sound, words out 'Barry', questioningly .
"Are you kidding me?" Barry groans, bringing a hand up to his face to facepalm.
"Why do you have to be such a fucking tease, Hal?" Barry only cursed when he
was feeling more intense than normal, and this time was no exception.
"Oh so you want me to say your name now?" He says low and knowingly, struggling
to contain how much he was enjoying this.
"I swear I'll leave if you don't quit it. You know I can," Barry threatens,
mostly bluffing. It would be a waste not to make the most of Ivy's mist while
it was still in effect, but if Hal kept teasing him he might just need to jet.
Just to teach him a lesson for once.
But you won't. Is what he wants to say, but Hal knows it would only get him in
trouble. Instead he only presses a small kiss to the man's inner thigh and
mumbles loudly into the fabric. "But will you now, Barry?"
Barry moans openly now that the cat is out of the bag, hips shifting forward
into Hal's face involuntarily. The waves of arousal ripple through him, leaving
his legs tingly. He brings a hand to Hal's mess of brown hair and twirls a few
strands around his fingers, still moaning.
"God damn," Hal says hastily, before feeling his lips press hard onto Barry's
crotch which was warm and starting to feel damp. The fingers in his hair turn
him on further and he huskily speaks into the fabric once more. "Barry."
Barry lets out the same breathy sigh, eyes closing blissfully. His chest heaves
from coming constantly, but it feels good. "H-Hal," he whispers back.
"Feel good babe?" He asks the rhetorical question through his partially closed
lips that were giving constant kisses onto Barry's midsection where the fabric
still remained on the man's body. He shifts his elbows off of the speedster's
lap and Hal spreads his boyfriend's legs apart, resting his firm hands on
Barry's thighs as he rubbed deep circles into them.
Barry nods, mouth slack and slightly open in favor of panting heavily. "Come,"
he mumbles, tugging on Hal's arms insistently and searching for a kiss.
"Closer."
Hal does as told and shifts so he's almost all the way up on the couch. He
can't deny how much he's loving Barry's spent look, his toned chest moving
quickly each time he gasps for his breath. There was a glazed look in Barry's
blue eyes, and Hal wanted all that came with that gaze.
Barry surges forward to capture Hal's lips in his own, groaning. He keeps a
hand at the back of Hal's head, securing him in place as he attacks Hal's mouth
more aggressively than ever before.
Almost as instantly as Barry's lips clashed with Hal's it was practically like
the speedster was shoving his tongue down his throat but Hal welcomed it. He
grunts and moves his slick mouth against his boyfriend's, finally finding a
good rhythm so he could scoot his legs up and was able to straddle Barry. When
Hal finally had to pull back for air, he's wheezing as he licks his red lips.
"Holy-" He pants some, mouth open to take in as much air as he could. "-shit
Barry," is all he could think to say. That had to be one of the most assertive,
aggressive, and sexy kisses the man has probably ever given Hal before.
Barry chuckles breathlessly as he releases again into his pants, the liquid
beginning to seep through and feel very uncomfortable. "Ahh-" he groans
quietly, hips bucking in attempt to find some friction.
Hal looks down and notices some of Barry's struggle. "Speed us to the bedroom?
Unless you wanna screw right here on the couch, because I'm about to rip your
pants off.." he says impatiently and bits down on his lip, the hand at the back
of his head feeling warm and reminding Hal of just how tight in his pants he
felt.
Barry nods, but instead of taking them to the bedroom, he picks Hal up and
speeds them to their shower. "So we don't get the bed all gross," he explains
quickly.
"Mmm this is kinda hot Bear," Hal comments and he eyes the shower, wanting more
than anything to strip Barry down and jump right into it and the only thing
between them being the steam from the hot water…
Oops maybe should have waited till in the shower to say his name again.
The speedster tugs off his shirt then unbuttons his pants hastily, wanting
desperately to get out of his moist clothes, damp from sweat and semen.
Hal automatically tugs down Barry's pants and helps him get them off, then
returns to stripping himself out of the undesired fabric. Once he was out he
turns on the shower, stepping in slowly. The warm water hits his back and he
almost groans but holds it in so he could direct Barry into the shower, pulling
them close for another kiss.
Barry slips off his underwear as Hal turns on the shower, then walks in with
his boyfriend, letting him lead the kiss this time. The water cleans off all
the previous semen from his crotch, causing the speedster to sigh happily into
Hal's mouth. His entire body vibrates gently.
Despite Barry's blurred body outlines, he kisses the man passionately and
deeply, backing him carefully up against the wall. Hal forgets he can make
Barry come on command for a second, so he breaks off the kiss to whisper his
name roughly, running his hands up and down the speedster's hips.
Barry whines as he comes, streams of the white substance jetting out of his
over stimulated length. He presses his left hand against the shower wall his
back is pressed against to steady himself, chest heaving.
Hal plants fierce kisses on Barry's jawline, sucking almost harshly. He left
red marks to his own satisfaction, and moved the kisses down to the man's
shoulder. Hal raises his left hand and firmly grasps Barry's right shoulder,
right hand resting on his boyfriend's hip as he ghosts his lips over the
soaking wet skin. Between each hickey causing kiss, Hal murmurs dirty sweet
nothings to his boyfriend, saying his name a total of 4 times, granted he
didn't really mean for that and he felt a little bad because that was a lot.
Barry shudders every time his name is said, the vibrating getting more intense.
He forces himself to stop and keeps the little tremors confined to his arms and
legs.
"Hal," he groans, reaching out to search for some sort of purchase for his free
hand. It finds itself re-entangled into Hal's now dripping wet hair and grips
at the back of his head, guiding it to where he wants the kisses to go.
The guiding hand at the back of Hal's head is warm and somewhat shaky and Hal
spots that Barry's vibrating before ceases, to which Hal is certainly
unsatisfied with. The brunette's hand on his boyfriend's hip shifts down as he
kissed his lover, gliding over the slick skin until he wraps lightly around
Barry's hard-on. Hal gives a few slow pumps, well aware all he had to do was
say one word and the speedster would unravel right into his hand.
Barry finds it very difficult to keep from releasing right then and there, and
begins to vibrate again despite his attempts to keep it at bay.
"Hnnn," he groans, looking down with half lidded eyes at Hal freaking Jordan
jerking his swelling length off.
Hal quickens his movements, squeezing a little each time hi got to the base. He
cranes his neck and goes right back to work at Barry's blurry lips, sending
small waves of static shock coursing through Hal's body and he moans into the
kiss, feeling a steady and slow warmth build in his abdomen.
Barry shivers and comes into Hal's hand, even without him saying his name. He
kisses back fiercely, hand still locked into the brunette's hair and pressing
gently.
Hal exhales deeply and runs his thumb over the tip of Barry's still hard cock
before reaching for the man's hand, guiding it to his throbbing member.
"Barry," He whines for the contact, the word slightly muffled by both of their
lips being pressed together so tightly,
Barry runs his hand over Hal's length slightly, fingers ghosting over the
appendage. He grabs it firmly, stroking up and down and leaving no spot
untouched.
"Nnph.." Hal grunts, struggling to fight the urge to buck his hips forwards,
settling for arching his back and pressing their chests flush together. Despite
his best efforts, his hips begin to slowly rock to the rhythm of Barry's
pleasurous strokes. Fuck, he was close.
They move as one; acting and reacting as if they shared the same body. Barry
continues kissing Hal passionately, leaving hardly any room for them to catch
their breath even with all the damp air around them. He squeezes Hal's length
in pulses, vibrating his hand as he strokes up and down.
Hals eyes squeeze shut tightly, the tight ball of warmth in his abdomen
bursting. "A-Ah--ohh--!" He cries out helplessly as he was overwhelmed with
intense waves of pleasure surging through his body. Hal's hips jerk some, and
the kiss breaks apart as the brunette lets out quick and short-winded moans
that ghost over Barry's lips. When Hal comes down from his high, he breathes
heavily, struggling to catch his breath as he searched lazily for Barry's lips
once more.
Barry pumps his hand a few more times so Hal can ride out his orgasm before
letting go of his now mostly flaccid length, kissing back firmly. His hands
move to wrap around his boyfriend's waist, pulling them flush together.
A low hum comes from Hal, breathing still deep but not as rugged as before. The
feeling of their chests pushed tightly together, with water streaming down the
small spots where it could get through made Hal hum, nuzzling his nose into
Barry's cheek that was dripping from the still running water. His somewhat
shaky hands run up and down the speedster's lower back, rubbing and pressing
his fingers on his spine which he knew his boyfriend liked, especially if he
was tensed or stressed.
Barry sighs as Hal massages his back, relaxing into the soothing touch. He
tilts his head to give Hal easier access to rest his chin on his shoulder,
letting the taller man slump over him loosely. He vibrates happily, a dorky
smile spread across his face.
Hal chuckles slightly to himself as he rubs small circles into his boyfriend's
pale back. After a few minutes of that, he wraps Barry up tight, hugging him as
if he never wanted to let go. (which, he didn't.)
"Hi babe," Hal 'greets' , whispering to Barry and then kissing his shoulder
gingerly. "You think that... thing wore off yet?"
Barry smiles at Hal in response to his greeting, leaning into his gentle kiss.
"Not sure. Better be safe than sorry, though, huh?" He turns around and kisses
Hal sweetly before going to turn off the water.
"Mmkay," he whispers, running a hand through his dripping wet hair, ringing it
out a bit. He steps out of the shower, quickly opening the cabinet under the
sink and snatches out two towels, handing one to Barry. He yawns, stretching
his back as he wraps up with the soft towel.
"Thanks," Barry says softly as he's handed the towel, drying off and dressing
in an instant. He hands Hal's clothes to him with a smirk.
Hal slightly rolls his eyes, but his expression remains soft at the small tug
at Barry's lips. He takes the clothes and tugs them on as quick as he could. He
straightens back up and picks his towel up off the floor and glances at Barry
who had been watching him the whole time, looking somewhat expectantly at him.
"Hey sweetheart, would you be the best boyfriend ever and dry my hair?" Hal
says with pleading eyes, wrapping the towel around Barry's neck with a sweet
little grin pressed on his lips.
Barry gives Hal a small kiss again and unwraps the towel from his neck with a
smile. "You read my mind, babe."
He places the towel onto Hal's head and gently rubs, pulling up methodically
every so often so the water could ring out into the towel. When he's satisfied,
he places the towel onto the sink counter and brings a hand up to Hal's now
damp hair, brushing a bit out of his eyes. The sight of his messy hair is
adorable, and Barry's heart skips a few beats just looking at him.
"Love you too," Barry replies warmly, closing his eyes peacefully. They breathe
as one, chests rising and falling in harmony. Barry can feel himself being
lulled to sleep even though he's standing.
He takes Hal's hands in his own and tugs him gently along to their bed, laying
down in it comfortably.
Chapter End Notes
     The ending was kinda abrupt :T
***** Training (Damijon) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, desolationofzara, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     The boys get spicy during a training session ;)
     (Kudos if you get the reference to another Damijon fic, Petals and
     Blood)
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Damian
     desplationofzara as Jon
Damian and Jon circle each other on the training floor of the Super Sons base.
Damian twirls his katana across his body, waiting for the perfect moment to
strike. Jon carefully watches Damian's movements, careful not to let him get a
quick upper hand on him, but knowing not to be stupid enough to charge in
first.
Dami charges at Jon; Jon quickly dodges and dropped to the ground sweeping his
leg out hoping to knock damian back. Damian was fast though, and quickly jumps
out of the way to let Jon charge at him. Jon threw a punch and Damian easily
jumped around it, going to slash at Jon's side, but his katana only sliced
through thin air as Jon used his super speed to avoid it.
This dance drags on, each boy charging, but never being able to land a hit on
the other. Jon's brow starts to drip with sweat and he was having to slow
himself down to wipe away at it to make sure it didn't get in his eyes. Damian
is breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. Jon unzips his superbody hoodie and took
off his shirt, throwing both outside of the rink.
Damian pauses for a moment, wordlessly agreeing to a time out as Jon discards
his clothing and chucks them to the side. He can't help but stare at Jon's now
exposed chest, heaving with the effort of catching his breath and glistening
with sweat. Damian shakes himself out of his thoughts and takes off his cape
and tunic so he can be more mobile, casting them aside swiftly. He raises his
readied fists and waits for Jon to come at him once more.
Jon shakes the sweat out of his hair and looks back at Damian. Tight black
shirt and tights not leaving much to the imagination, and leaving EVERYTHING to
it at the same time. This black shirt was fitted over his torso, accentuating
the curves of his abs every time he took a deep breath in. Damian raises his
fists in a ready stance. Jon observes the way his boyfriends biceps moved under
the fabric. The corner of Jon's mouth lifted up into a smirk, maybe he can find
out a way to 'mix up' training a little bit.
Jon stretches his arms behind his head, and matches Damians position. This
time, Jon is the first to charge at the other boy. Jon hears Damians soft
breathy chuckle and it send electric sparks down his spine, and fire through
his veins.
I need to end this training session, andfast. Jon thinks, growing needier each
time Damian moves to try and land a hit of his own, his muscles moving
deliciously under his shirt.
Wait a minute! Fast!
Jon begins using his super speed as an advantage and made sure Damian stayed on
the defense until Jon backs him up against the wall. Jon quickly places his
forearms by Damians head and uses his height to an advantage as he loomes over
the shorter boy.
"Pinned ya'." Jon breathes, nose practically touching Damian's, fighting the
strong urge to grind his hips down on Damian's.
Damian blinks as Jon leans in close, his face suddenly inches away from his
own. His breath is coming out in heavy pants, and Damian is gasping as well.
The air is hot between them, yet chills are sent down Damian's spine as he
gazes into Jon's slightly narrowed eyes, danger hidden in those beautiful blue
irises. He forces himself to stay still, calculating the situation carefully.
“So you have.”
Jon's gaze flicks all over Damian’s face until they land on his lips. They're
pink and plump, slightly parted to help with his labored breathing. Jon slowly
licks his lips, pressing his torso against Damian's.
Damian gasps, hips shifting backwards into the wall as Jon presses forwards.
Now is not the time for this. Damian reminds himself, hands pushing against
Jon's chest slightly. But he can't help his body's reaction to the stimuli, a
warmth growing in his tight pants and causing a blush to darken his face
impossibly redder.
Jon feels Damian's warm hands on his chest, the light touch setting off a fire
across his body. Damian's gasp ringing in his ears as he crashes his lips down
on the older boys. Jon begins to nip and suck on Damian's perfect plump lips.
Jon takes Damian's lower lip into his mouth and sucked, pants growing tighter
with every moan Damian released under him.
Jon grabs Damian's wrists and pins him flush against the wall, tilting his head
so he could flick his tongue into Damian's mouth.
Jon swallows every moan and whimper that comes from Damian. Jon extracts
himself from Damian's lips and trails hickies down the older boy’s jaw.
As much as Jon was enjoying Damian's small moans and pants, he wanted more. Jon
grinded his hips down on Damian's.
"Jon-" Dami manages to get out before Jon's mouth is swallowing his own
hungrily, muffling any sounds Damian was making- and he was making a lot.
Damian tilts his head to the side as Jon attacks his jawline, giving him easier
access. His mouth is hanging open slightly, taking in shaky breaths and slowly
regaining the air he lost during Jon's intense kiss. He allows a few breathy
moans to escape the back of his throat before letting loose a cry of pleasure
as Jon shifts his hips against his own again.
The corner of Jon's lips quirk up into a smirk against Damian's chin when he
hears Damian loud moan. Jon grinds against him once more. Damian cries out
Jon's name, arching into him.
The action goes straight to Jon's rock hard dick, sending tremors throughout
his body. Jon bites down on his lip and releases Damians wrists, slightly
distancing himself from the older boy.
Damian looks like a mess, his face was scarlet, his jade eyes were glossed and
dark, his lips were a puffy red.
He's still wearing way too many clothes. Jon grabs the front of Damians shirt
and rips it straight down the middle, throwing it off into a random corner of
the room. Jon pounces on Damian again, attacking his lips one more time,
trailing his kisses lower onto his neck to his collarbone. Jon bites and sucks
at Damians collarbone, Damians hands tangling in his hair and slightly yanking.
Dammit, Jon. I needed that shirt... But Damian can't bring himself to care when
Jon's tongue continues lapping and sucking at his collarbone enthusiastically.
"Ah~" Damian gasps as Jon sucks particularly hard on a sweet spot, hips
thrusting forward involuntarily. He brings a hand up to Jon's hair and tugs on
the soft strands gently, grounding himself with the small action.
"Ngh- Jonathan," Damian breathes, fists tightening slightly in the younger's
black hair.
The only thing that Jon was thinking was more, more more more more. He wanted
Damian; he needed more of him. He needed him like someone stranded in the
middle of the desert needed water.
"Jonathan." Damian gives a breathy moan, and something in Jon snaps.
"Here or bedrooms?" Jon practically moans, brushing his nose against Damian's.
"Whatever you want, beloved," Damian replies breathlessly, half-lidded eyes
wandering across Jon's handsome features.
Jon bends down and loops his arms under Damians butt, forcing the older boy to
wrap his legs around his torso as he leads them to the bedrooms, kissing
wherever his lips could reach, Damian squirming above him.
Jon pushes open the door with his foot and kicks it closed again, still
trailing kisses wherever he could.
Jon throws Damian down onto the bed, watching as his pupils blow. Jon slowly
crawls between his legs, hearing Damians heartrate speed up. Jon lets out a low
chuckle as he slowly undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, almost as if he was
giving Damian a show. Jon kicks off his shoes and jeans and lowers himself back
onto Damian. His kisses much more gentle this time. Slower, more emotion put
into it. Jon feels something hard rubbing against his abs and smirks against
Damian's lips.
"That your katana or are you happy to see me?" Jon rasps, pulling away slightly
Damian does his best to meet Jon's lips with each heartfelt kiss, giving up
quickly once he starts peppering kisses all over his cheeks and nose. He lays
still, passively accepting the many kisses Jon had to offer.
Damian scowls as Jon leans back slightly, rolling his eyes. "Just kiss me, you
fucking nerd."
"Jokes on you, Dami. You're about to fuck this nerd." Jon grins, taking great
pleasure in watching Damian's face ignite into a deep shade of red.
Damian rests his hands on Jon's hips, gently tracing the muscles in his back
with delicate fingers.
"How about you fuck me?" he drawls, smirking up at his boyfriend.
Jon shivers as he feels Damian's fingers gently run up his back.
"As you wish," Jon whispers, pressing his lips back onto Damian's, one hand on
his shoulders, gently laying him against the pillows.
Jon palms Damians boner through his tights, relishing in the noises coming from
the older boy. Jon slowly takes Damians tights off, making his movements as
teasing as possible.
Jon throws the tights in a random direction, crawling back towards a panting,
red-faced Damian. Jon gingerly takes one of Damian's hands, that were clenched
so tightly in the sheets of the bed his knuckles were white, and uncurls his
fingers. Jon licks up Damian's middle finger, hearing his breath catch in his
throat. Jon let his eyes flutter shut and pushes Damian's middle finger into
his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Jon begins to grind his hips against
Damians in time with sucking on his fingers.
Damian's eyes roll as Jon starts sucking on his finger, and it takes all of his
effort to keep his gaze fixed on Jon instead of fluttering shut. God, just the
sight was enough to make him painfully hard in his boxers.
Damian moans wantonly as Jon grinds down on his crotch, mouth falling slack.
"Please," he groans, hips lifting to meet Jon's.
Jon takes Damian's finger out of his mouth and smirks deviously, "Ah, and those
would be the magic words, Mr. Wayne."
Jon tears off Damian's boxers and lightly grips his base, slowly dragging his
hand up and down his throbbing shaft.
Jon smears precum over the head and trails it down the sides, his other hand
fondling Damians balls.
"Damian, you're dripping," Jon purrs.
Jon continues his movements as he leans over to rummage in the bedside table
drawer. He takes out lube and a condom with one hand, stopping his movements
momentarily to take off his boxers and roll on the condom.
"I'm going to make you scream until you see stars," Jon whispers into Damian's
ear, slowly positioning himself at Damian's entrance.
Damian clutches the sheets beside him, bracing himself for what's to come. "I
should hope so," Damian mutters with a joking grin.
Jon chuckles and squeezes out lube onto his hand. He looks at Damian in the
eyes as he inserts his fingers into him slowly. Jon watches Damian whine and
pant as he thrusts his fingers in and out of Damian's tight heat.
"You like that babe?" Jon smirks.
Damian lets out a low moan as Jon curls his fingers, stretching his hole in
preparation for his dick.
"Shut up," he hisses, legs twitching a little, "and fuck me."
Jon only chuckles, keeping the steady rhythm of his fingers, going deeper each
time.
"So demanding. What happened to saying please?"
Damian doesn't respond, instead choosing to shoot Jon his deadliest bat glare.
Jon's laughs as his fingers curl against a particular spot that made Damian cry
out and arch against him. Jon smirked and kissed between Damian's collarbone.
"Trying to tell me something, Dami?" Jon purred, removing his fingers.
Damian chokes on his moan as Jon's fingers are withdrawn, nearly whimpering
from the loss of contact. It was times like these when Damian wondered why the
hell he stuck around with such an infuriating dork. Then he remembers it's
because he's Jon: the sweetest, most gentle, and hot young man in the entire
universe. Doesn't make him any less annoying, though.
He spreads his toned legs wide, head tilting up to look at Jon. "That answer
your question?"
Jon inserts his head in, and slowly thrusts into Damian's warmth, letting the
older boy adjust to his width the best he could.
"You're so beautiful when you're making noises for me Damian." Jon whispers,
going in deeper. Damian's legs circled around Jon's hips.
"You're so beautiful, grabbing at the sheets. When you're letting me inside
you. You're perfect Damian." Jon coos, gently peppering kisses all over
Damian's body.
Not long after, Jon is at the root of his dick, fully sheathed inside of
Damian. Jon gives a curious roll of his hips and Damian's moans echoed in the
empty room.
Damian moans every time Jon speaks, the words of praise going straight to his
rock-hard dick.
"O-oh~" he gasps as Jon's hips thrust in and out once. He clutches the sheets
for dear life as Jon starts moving faster, hips pistoning back and forth deep
inside him.
"Fuck Damian, you're so tight." Jon moans, eyes rolling to the back of his
head, steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts.
Jon grabs one of Damian's hands and interlocks their fingers together. Damian
begins lifting his hips to meet Jon's every thrust. Jon has to bite down on his
lip to quiet the noises coming out from his mouth. He needs to focus on
Damian's noises. What Damian wants. Jon opens his eyes and stares into the dull
jade irises of the older boy. Jon can feel his eyebrow furrowing as he tilts
his hips, trying to find that spot that made Damian see stars.
Damian wails when Jon finds his sweet spot, eyes rolling and back arching
desperately for more. He squeezes Jon's hand tight and lifts a shaky arm to
wrap around his back, pressing down gently and inviting Jon to relax against
him.
Jon makes sure he keeps thrusting at the spot that made Damian sing his name
over and over. Like his name was a prayer. Jon kisses the crook of Damian's
neck biting and sucking, placing a hickey there.
Jon feels a coiling in his gut, his hips involuntarily moving faster. Jon feels
Damian squeeze his hand harder. He quickly glances at Damian's face and almost
comes right there. Damian's eyes are screwed shut, completely slack jawed as he
lets out a roaring moan. Jon moves faster as he lets out his own strangled
moan.
Jon reaches down with his free hand and strokes Damian's throbbing member.
"J- ah~~ JON!!" Damian cries out, bucking against his hands. If there was one
thing that Jon could listen to for the rest of his life, he wants it to be
Damian moaning his name like that. Completely blissed out.
"Jon, I'm so, fuck I'm so close!" Damian arched, practically riding Jon's dick.
"Then come for me baby. Show me how beautiful you are."
Jon watches as Damian sucks in his lower lip and bites down as his eyes rolled
to the back of his head. Jon times his thrusts with the movements of his hand.
"Come for me, Damian. Scream my name," Jon moans.
Damian becomes slack jawed and his hip movements turn faster and irregular.
 
"JON!~" Damian cries, back arching as he comes. He keeps the position until the
waves of pleasure disperse completely, collapsing on the bed with half lidded
eyes and fuzzed out senses.
"Damian," Jon moans. And with that, the older boy came apart. Damian completely
arches off the bed, pearly silver spouts of cum squirting all over Jon's hand
and abs.
Jon lets out a roaring moan as he comes, both boys riding each other through
their high.
Jon and Damian were heavily panting. Jon pulls out of Damian with a wet pop,
tying up the condom and discarding it. He leans down to Damian and gives him a
long kiss.
   "You were amazing, Damian," Jon whispers while pulling away, smiling at the
blush that spread over Damians cheeks.
Jon gets up from the bed and his legs wobble violently. He regains his balance
and runs a hand towel under warm water.
When Jon returns to Damian, the older boy was practically asleep. Jon gives a
low chuckle and he cleans Damian up, as well as himself. Jon throws the towel
in a random part of the room as he lays down next to his boyfriend.
Damian’s chest is heaving from all the yelling and moaning he had done, but the
breaths even out by the time Jon returns.
He barely registers Jon's movement around the room, only moving when Jon slips
into the bed next to him, wrapping his arms around Jon's bare torso tightly.
"I love you, Damian." Jon whispers to his boyfriend with half lidded eyes.
"Love you too, Jon," he mumbles, eyes falling shut.
***** Loathing (Damijon) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, desolationofzara, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Consensual hate sex? Kind of?
Chapter Notes
     This wasn’t really a roleplay as much as a piece by Secret inspired
     by Zara.
"I can't BELIEVE I even let you come on missions any more, Kent." Damian rubs
his temples, and leans back into his swivel chair he was slouching in.
"Oh, so you're saying this is all my fault--? Yeah, okay suuree but I'm not the
one we insisted on pissing that witch lady off! " Jon crosses his arms and
rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall.
"She wasn't going down without a fight, genius. I did what was necessary: YOU
on the other hand, insulted her." He grumbles and receives a glare from
Superboy, who slaps a hand to his forehead in exasperation.
"Ugh! Like you've never insulted anyone, ever!"
"Fuck off!"
"You fuck off!"
"MAKE ME."
They stare at each other for a good five seconds, maybe ten seconds, eyes fiery
and fists clenched. But then mutually and at the same time, they launch
themselves at each other, Jon shoving Damian back into the chair while his lips
aggressively attack the elders, hands rising up to fist into Damian's hair as
he breathes heavily from the sudden rush of lust and arousal.
Jon breaks the kiss and wipes the saliva off the corners of his mouth, half
lidded eyes roaming over the body below him as he panted. Damian pulls him back
down into another kiss, practically shoving his tongue down Jon's throat while
he moans breathlessly, struggling to get the Robin cape off of Damian. Damian
was already trying to get Jon out of the shirt he was wearing, eyes shut hard
as their mouths slid together noisily. Jon gets the cape off and undoes the
clasps to Robin's tunic, exposing his tanned chest, perfect for Jon to plant
wet kisses on. So he does, and he sucks and lightly bites at the skin, showing
Damian that he was wrong for ever arguing with him. Damian passively pants,
lips red and puffy from all of the contact.
"Ah-!" He gasps out when Jon hits a soft spot, to which he spends his time on,
nibbling and licking the tender skin as Damian squirmed and made pleasing
noises from under his grasp. It sounded incredibly hot.
Damian's jaw falls slack when Jon's lips and teeth tug at his earlobe, unable
to do anything but make breathy moans, silently pleading for more. Jon lets up
though, and drags his wet pink lips over Damian's cheek and teases at his lips
that didn't quite give more kisses, and moreso hovered over the impatient boy's
mouth. Damian whines and grunts, eyes opening to glare at Jon. He just smirks
and starts to move away, but then Damian pushes the Kryptonian abruptly off of
him, spinning him around and then shoving him down into the chair almost
harshly. Jon stares wide eyed at the elder as he disappears for a second,
seeming to be looking for something.
No less than a minute later, Damian is back looking over Jon, and he maneuvers
to behind the chair, grabbing Jon's wrists. He pitifully 'tries' to squirm
away, but the Robin only tightens his grip, leaning over the chair to kiss
along Jon's jawline, to which he relaxes but fidgets into.
Jon couldn't see what Damian had in his hand, but he was pretty sure he know
what it was, and his stomach flipped. His thoughts were confirmed when he feels
a thick material being wrapped around his wrists, and after a minute of
wrapping, he feels Damian tying the loose ends, then smirking at his work. He
circles back around to face Jon, who was beet red and noticeably half-hard
through his pants. Damian shrugs off his tunic, exposing his toned arms and
abdomen, driving Jon crazy, especially with how damn tight Damian's tights
were. He walks up to Jon and puts a leg on either side of the younger teen's
lap cockily, scooting close so that their chests were almost touching. He
smirks at Jon, because he could definitely feel his boner now, and he snaps his
hips in a little downward motion, making his own little warmth in his abdomen
present. Jon groans softly, teeth clenching and unclenching each time Damian
grinds his hips down into Superboy's.
Wanting to make Jon as uncomfortable as possible, Damian brings his left hand
up to Jon's mouth and gingerly separates the top and bottom jaw, hooking his
thumb on the inside of his cheek so that Jon couldn't muffle the noises coming
out of him. His eyes widen and Damian's smirk deepens, grinding down again and
again rhythmically until Jon was whining loudly, arms struggling being tied
behind the chair.
Damian licks his lips and slows his pace to an agonizingly slow rate, quickly
being turned on by the oven hot tongue pressed against his thumb that hooked
over Jon's bottom molars to hold his jaw in place.
"Dami p-please," Jon cries, midsection throbbing.
Damian looks questioningly at his 'best friend' and moves the digit in Jon's
mouth to his bottom lip, pulling it down gently. Jon's cheeks were a crimson
red and Damian was sure if he touched them, he would get burned; Jon was like a
furnace. His emerald gaze lustfully lowers to Jon's lips and he thinks about
kissing the damn soft flesh, but Jon starts to shift his legs, drawing his eyes
back up to Jon's glazed blue ones that were blown wide.
"I just got these pants Dami, you're gonna make me--ah-" He twitches and bites
his lip down hard, seeming to be concentrated with not losing himself to the
pleasure.
"A perfect way to break them in, don't you think?" Damian whispers in a low
husky voice that sounded almost serious. He hadn't even noticed that Jon's hips
were rocking too, but in jagged motions like he was fighting himself. Damian
moves his hand down and slips it into Jon's pants, palming his cock and-
apparently-in just the right spot that made Jon wail out, thrashing his arms
behind his back and thrusting his hips up again and again.
"Careful Jon. I think someone in Metropolis heard you." Damian whispers in
Jon’s ear, hot breath fanning across Jon's cheek. A shiver runs down his spine.
Jon was biting his lip so hard Damian was worried that he might draw blood. He
stops biting down for a second, the puffy lip red and wet. Damian takes this
opportunity and presses that spot again, and Jon moans just as loud, if not
louder. It's enough to make Damian's head swim, and he lightly squeezes Jon's
length. His head tips back in ecstasy as his mind just goes blank, and he feels
himself kick and squirm a bit. Damian rides out his high, and uses his free
hand to tangle into Jon's dark raven hair, tugging on the strands for dear
life.
They both breathe heavily for a minute, and attempt to regain their bearings.
Suddenly, a loud crack is heard and they fall to the floor, landing with a
thud. Damian's eyes go wide and Jon winces, lifting his head up looking utterly
spent and confused. The Robin pushes himself up off of Jon's chest, but Jon
pulls him back down for a kiss, and he melts into it, Jon still burning up.
Jon pushes his burning forehead against Damian's.
"Dami."
Damian hums on Jon's bare chest (that may or may not be lined with hickies)
eyes closed, relishing in his post orgasm high.
"I'm still tied to the chair." Jon gives a weak chuckle.
Damian's eyes snap open. "Oh shit! my bad!"
***** Listen (Damijon) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, desolationofzara
Chapter Summary
     Damian goes out to fight R’as alone. This is the aftermath.
Chapter Notes
     CatchyArtz as Damian
     desolationofzara as Jon
     More angry sex lol
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jon slammed the window down flying into his shared apartment with Damian.
"What the FUCK were you thinking?!"
Damian sat up from his position on the couch, turning his phone off with a
click. He eyed Jon calculatingly, noting how his sky blue eyes were almost...
dark. Damian’s not sure if it’s just because of the lighting or if there’s a
storm brewing in those eyes. The air is thick between them.
“Wow,” Damian drawled, testing the waters. “The sunshine boy cursed. What a
miracle.”
Jon grit his jaw so tight he thought his teeth might break under the pressure.
"What. The FUCK. We're you THINKING?!" Jon repeated, hands balling into fists.
Damian shrugged, meeting Jon’s furious glare evenly. “I won, didn’t I?”
"I flew around the world twice! I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I was scared
out of my freaking mind! I told you not to face R’as alone!"
Jon started to pace, flexing and clenching his hands, trying to release some of
his anger.
"What if you didn't win? Huh? How would I know?" Jon stopped pacing to stare
down his boyfriend.
“It doesn’t matter, ‘cause I did,” Damian muttered, looking away uninterested.
ohh I'm gonna kill him Jon thought.
Jon quickly took a seat next to Damian and forced the older boy to look at him.
"But if you didn't? What would I do, Damian? What would I do without my best
friend? Without my partner? Without my boyfriend? You could've at least let me
back you up!"
“Jon, it’s already done. I had it under control as always, and you don’t need
to worry. Alright?” Damian stood up and turned around without another glance
back at his partner, beelining towards the door.
Jon screams internally, and superspeeds towards the door, slamming it with his
outstretched arm. The older boy whipped around and glared at him. Damian's eyes
were sharp and practically glowing. They almost look like kryptonite.
Jon steeled himself, greeting his glare with his own. Jon felt himself towering
over Damian.
"You're not always in control, Damian." Jon hissed, taking a step forward and
touching their chests together.
Damian took a few steps back as Jon got in his space, back colliding with the
door. He opened his mouth to fire back a quick retort, but the words caught in
his throat when he realized how close Jon was. There’s anger rolling off him in
waves, and his eyes are now glowing as if there’s a fire in them.
Holy shit. Now might not be the best time, but Jon is hot when he’s angry.
Jon forced himself to keep taking deep even breaths as he pressed himself
against Damian. Right then, Damian's heart rate spiked and he squirmed against
the door. It took all of his self restraint not to smirk.
"You're not always in control Damian." Jon repeated in a velvety tone, slowly
lowering his face. "I can even prove it." He whispered, lips brushing against
Damian’s earlobe.
Damian managed to keep in a moan, tilting his head away from Jon. “I’d like to
see you try, Kent,” Damian growled, bringing his hands up to shove against
Jon’s chest roughly.
Jon felt Damian try and push him away. But he was faster. Jon grabbed Damian's
wrists and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Damian completely melted against
him, as if all the fire and fight was snuffed out just by his lips. Jon smirked
and picked Damian up, forcing him to wrap his legs around his waist, walking
them to their bedroom.
Jon threw Damian onto the bed and zipped around the room to grab a few things
before Damian could see.
He's going to prove his damn point.
Damian props himself up on his elbows during Jon’s brief disappearance, chest
heaving after that suffocating kiss. He waits passively, somewhat curious as to
how exactly Jon would prove his point.
Jon crawled over a squirming Damian. Slowly, deliberately. He straddled his
hips, slowly grinding on Damian's pelvis, enjoying the hisses and breathy moans
that were coming out of the elders mouth.
Jon stops moving his hips and almost laughs at Damian's soft whimper. He
presses another kiss to Damian's lips; nipping and sucking at them. Jon
narrowly dodged Damian's tongue trying to force his way into his mouth. He
kissed red marks down Damian's jawline to his collarbone.
Jon extracted himself from Damian's collarbone and examined his work.
"I had a little too much fun marking you up." He chuckled, pressing his lips
against Damian's again.
Damian only let out a low growl as he trusted his tongue into Jon's mouth.
Jon felt every part of his body shiver and Damian massaged and rolled his warm,
wet, tongue around his own. Damian's hands splaying against his ass.
Stay focused, you have a point to prove Jon mentally chided himself.
Jon allowed Damian to take control of the kiss. He tugged on the front of
Damian's shirt lightly, signaling him to take it off.
Damian moaned breathlessly, pressing his tongue needily into Jon’s hot mouth.
He obliges to Jon’s silent request for him to take off his shirt, bringing the
hem of the shirt up and over his head and chucking the item of clothing to the
side of the bed. He leans forward eagerly, chasing after Jon’s tender lips.
Jon sees Damian leaning forward to chase his lips, his eyes completely shut.
Gotcha. he grinned wickedly. He takes out one of Damians silk ties from his
pocket and wraps it around the older boys eyes, tying it in the back.
Damian’s hands flew up to his face as the silky fabric is wrapped around his
eyes, effectively obscuring his vision. He feels in the back for the knot and
growls, trying to untie it.
Jon laughs.
"And what do you think you're doing?" he purrs, taking Damians hands into his
own, peppering kisses across his face.
A grunt rumbled in Damian’s throat, and he allowed Jon to have his hands. Now,
Damian had to guess where Jon’s next kiss will be and move his head so his lips
will meet his own. After a few failed attempts, Damian leaned back, frustrated.
“Jon,” he said, annoyed.
"Damian." Jon practically giggled.
“Take this off,” Damian huffed, tugging his hands back in attempt to get them
released.
"Why?" Jon smirked, deciding to place Damian’s hands on his hips as he
undulated his hips against Damians boner.
“‘Cause I can’t see your beautiful face,” Damian says with a smirk, trying to
win Jon over with flattery. He rubs Jon’s hips gently, fingering the skin
beneath his waistband and enjoying the soft feeling.
"And I can't see your beautiful eyes, but you don't see me complaining." Jon
replies evenly, feeling Damian’s warm fingertips on the skin of his hips. A
wicked thought crosses Jon's head.
He slowly unzips his Superboy jacket, letting the noise fill the room. His
superhearing caught Damian’s breath catch in his throat.
Jon cast the hoodie to the side, taking off his undershirt as well, letting it
fall to the floor as loudly as it could.
Jon took Damian’s hands in his, and slowly trailed them up his abs, and back
down.
Damian’s breath hitches as his hands run up Jon’s skin. He lingers over Jon’s
nipples for a little longer before continuing back down his abs.
Jon let go of Damians hands, letting him caress his body with one hand, and
play with his nipples with the other. His heart hammered in his ears. Jon let
out a loud moan when Damian trailed his hand down his chest, to his stomach,
and grabbed at his own growing erection.
He saw a wicked smirk cross Damian’s face, as he tugged on Jon’s belt.
Damian gropes at Jon’s boner through his pants, a smirk spreading across his
face as he moans loudly. He reaches up with one hand and tugs Jon’s belt
purposefully, licking his lips.
“I’d undo your belt for you, but I can’t see what I’m doing,” Damian says,
hands stilling momentarily.
Jon felt his face ignite at Damian’s comment. He roughly grinded against the
tent in Damian’s pants and grinned when Damian moaned, arching off of the bed.
Jon took his belt off and quickly grabbed Damian’s hands, looping the belt
around his wrists, and then tying them to the bedframe.
Damian groans when he feels Jon tying his hands to the bedframe, yanking
against the leather insistently. He grunts, kicking at Jon halfheartedly. He’s
now unable to move forward hardly at all.
"Should've been nice, Dami." Jon purrs, gently trailing his lips down Damians
throat.
Jon stops rocking his hips against Damians, opting to slightly float above him.
He traces feather light patterns into Damians abdomen with the tips of his
fingers. Everytime Damian would move to lean into Jon's touch, he would
withdraw completely, going for a small kiss on his sternum, or his lips. Jon
relished in the grunts and groans escaping Damian.
"Do you like this Dami?" Jon teased, tracing scars on Damians muscular arms.
Damian flexes his fists in their restraints, unable to do much more than accept
all of Jon’s gentle advances.
“I think I could do with a little bit more speed?” Damian suggests impatiently.
Jon chuckled, slowly laying himself on top of Damian.
"Patience is a virtue, babe."
Jon bit down on Damian’s pulse point in his neck and sucked. Jon felt Damian’s
strangled moan before he heard it.
Jon snickered, and trailed kisses down to Damians nipple, rolling one softly in
his mouth, playing with the other one.
Damian thrashed under him.
Jon moved on from Damian’s chest and kept his kisses going southward, quickly
stripping Damian of his pants. He kept kissing until he was at the waistband of
Damian’s boxer briefs.
Jon stilled for a moment, listening to Damian’s pants, straining against his
restraint. He smirked and placed his tongue flush against Damian’s stomach and
licked his way back up to his sternum.
Damian lets out a breathy moan, voice fluttering in his throat before being
released into empty air. He bucks upwards blindly, attempting to find the
friction he so desperately craved.
“Jon,” he gasps, back arching.
Jon trailed his hand down Damian's abs, and let it linger over his throbbing
member.
"Say the magic words~" Jon smirked
“Please,” Damian says after a brief moment of internal war, arching into the
touch.
Jon deftly removes Damian’s boxers, and grabs the base of his shaft, flicking
his wrist with expert movements. He smears precum around Damian’s head,
smearing it down the sides.
Feeling especially malicious, Jon lowers his lips to Damians head, licking at
his slit.
Damian’s head falls back in ecstasy, moaning openly as Jon licks at his member
as if it were a damn treat. He presses his lips together tightly to muffle the
noises coming out of his mouth.
“Hmmm,” he hums as Jon’s tongue flicks over his head.
Jon completely withdraws from Damian. Partly due to the fact that he needs a
condom and to get out of his tightening jeans, and partly because he wants
Damian to beg for him.
Damian whines as all the warmth draws away from him, straining against his
restraints anxiously.
He better not leave me like this, Damian thinks murderously, wishing he had X-
ray vision so he could see what Jon was doing.
Jon hears Damian’s whines as he floats to their nightstand, rummaging for a
condom and some lube. He unzips his jeans and discards them, along with his
boxers.
He trails his hands slowly up Damian’s legs, deciding to rest them on his
thighs.
"How bad do you want me, Damian?" Jon teased.
“I need you, Jon,” Damian murmurs, legs twitching a little from the feather
light feeling of Jon’s touch. “Need you like I need air.”
"Really? Like you need air?" Jon asked, his tone turning husky. Jon trailed his
hands up Damians body until they came to the sides of his neck, and squeezed
softly.
"Still need me more?"
Damian’s mouth falls slack as Jon squeezes his throat lightly. Not strong
enough so that any of his air is cut off, but it almost feels like a warning.
God, do it harder, Damian doesn’t beg.
Jon squeezed a little harder, "Do you, Damian?"
Damian gasps, back arching up off the sheets.
“Yes!” he rasps, cock twitching.
Jon withdrew his hands, satisfied with Damian’s answer, also scared to death
that he'll actually hurt him.
"Good answer, Damian," Jon whispers, letting his hands trail down Damian’s body
to the base of his dick, squeezing lightly.
Damian falls into silence, mouth still hanging open slightly. He still can’t
see and it’s driving him crazy, so he sighs heavily while tugging on the
restraints.
Let me touch you, goddammit, he thinks furiously.
 
"Maybe I should give you a reward for it like the good boy you are." Jon
rasped, wetting his lips.
Damian whines at Jon’s words, biting back a beg.
Jon watches Damian whine and tug against his restraints, writhing under him.
He felt the slightly bit of sympathy for him, but quickly snuffed it out.
You're winning this argument, Jon Kent.
"What do you say Dami?" Jon asks seductively grinding his body against
Damian’s.
"Do you want me to reward you?" Jon whispers in his ear.
“God, yes!” Damian cries, hips shifting upwards to meet Jon’s. “Please!”
FINALLY, he thought.
"And please you is what I’ll do," Jon smirked.
He rolled the condom on Damian and applied a generous amount of lube in his
hand, slowly massaging Damian’s length.
Jon’s eyes started to roll back, listening to Damian’s broken moans and pleas.
He took a deep breath and slowly inserted Damian inside of him.
Damian practically screamed, arching off of the mattress.
Jon balled his fists into the sheets and kept relaxing onto Damian until he was
at the root of his dick.
Damian can’t help but let loose a few whimpery moans, the feeling of Jon’s
tight hole taking his length making his head swim with arousal. Jon’s warmth
clenches around Damian’s dick and he moans again, legs shifting impatiently.
Jon splayed his hands across Damian’s chest and gave a curious roll of his
hips. Jon wanted to watch Damian’s reaction. He was already so beautiful, brown
skin contrasting with the white sheets, muscles straining against his
restraint, his lips red and swollen from biting them, and hickies lining all
down his neck and chest to show the world that he was Jon's.
I’d probably come on the spot if I saw his eyes. Jon thought, speeding up his
movements.
Damian wails as Jon rocks forward on his dick, the pressure and warmth causing
arousal to pool in his abdomen. He gasps as Jon begins rocking more steadily,
strangled moans escaping his parted lips.
"Mmmmm Damian." Jon hummed.
"I love the way you fill me. I love the way you scream my name." he said,
watching his love wail and writhe under him.
Jon observed a red blush spread across his face.
"Be a good boy and scream my name when you come." he taunts.
Jon quickened the pace of his hips, "You look so beautiful like this Damian."
he let out a breathy moan.
"moaning for me, begging for me. Arching off the bed like that. You're
amazing."
Jon watched as Damian’s blush spread across his face, down to his neck.
How cute.
“Jonathan,” Damian moans lowly in response to his dirty talk. He lets go of his
pride for a moment in order to please Jon further, letting loose his moans
without smothering them at all. They come out as short gasps and whines,
punctuated by Jon’s thrusts.
The darkness caused by the tie around his eyes infuriates and arouses him all
at once. On one hand, he wants to see how Jon looks riding his dick. On the
other hand, this was incredibly hot.
He tugs on the belt fastening his wrists to the headboard for the umpteenth
time and surprise- it doesn’t budge.
Jon shifted his hips and grabbed the headboard, next to Damian’s hands, angling
himself in a different position.
He thrusted down on Damian’s length and hit his bundle of nerves that made him
see stars.
"Aahh~" Jon moaned wantonly, trying to bury the sound into the crook of
Damian’s neck.
Damian arched into him, as Jon continued his thrusts.
"Damian," Jon moaned again, but this time, right into his ear.
Damian can only whimper as he hears Jon's noises, wanting desperately to kiss
him. He nuzzles the side of Jon's head gently, trying to get him to turn so he
could connect their lips.
Jon's vision swam and spun behind his closed eyelids, a tight coiling clenching
in his abdomen.
Fuck I'm gonna come soon
Jon pressed his lips onto Damian's, prying his mouth open and moaning into the
kiss.
He undid the knot behind Damian's head, slowly removing the tie.
Jon pulled away and Damian blinked up blearily at him.
"I want you to see me like this. Riding you into the mattress. I want to see
the look in your eyes as you shed the last of your control before you come,
screaming my name." He whispered huskily into Damian's ear, planting kisses on
his jaw.
Damian responds to the kiss eagerly and winces slightly as the blindfold is
taken off, the sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window sharply
contrasting with the previous darkness he was in. His eyes adjust quickly
though, and soon he can finally see his boyfriend in all his glory, red face,
messy hair, and all.
A dark shade of red coats Damian face at Jon's remark, and he can feel himself
getting closer and closer to release.
Jon sees Damian's eyes roll back and he sucks in his bottom lip, which was so
incredibly sexy. But he knew that meant that Damian was so close.
Jon increased the pace of his hips and clenched down on Damian.
Cum for me baby. Jon repeated in his head like a mantra, Damian's moans and
wails spurring him on.
Damian arches into Jon one last time before a burst of warmth shoots through
his erect length. His vision blurs as he comes buried deep inside Jon, and
moans his name loudly as they both ride out their orgasm, thrusting into each
other while panting heavily.
Jon felt Damian arch into him.
"J-JON~!" Damian cried out, his hips thrusting at an erratic speed as he came.
Jon felt his head swim as Damian hit the perfect spot with every thrust. Jon's
jaw went slack as he moaned wantonly as he climaxed, spilling onto himself and
Damian, riding out their highs.
Jon flopped down next to Damian, their chests heaving.
After catching his breath, he walked, and stumbled several times, to the
bathroom to fetch a towel to clean Damian off with.
Jon returned to find a slowly blinking Damian, trying to fight off sleep. Jon
gently wiped him down, took off the condom, tied it and flicked it into the
trash can.
"Missing some thing beloved?" Damian smirked, his eyes still closed. Damian
tugged at the belt that held his arms up.
"Mmm nope. Seeing how i'm still mad at you." Jon said smugly, grabbing his
clothes and dressing himself.
Jon tried not to burst out laughing at Damians eyes popping back open.
"But we had-!"
"Angry sex. Not make up sex. And honestly, i'm thinking about keeping you tied
up until I'm ready to forgive you for make up sex." Jon replied evenly.,
walking out of their shared bedroom.
“Jon! Jonathan!” Damian calls to his boyfriend as he exits, yanking on the
belt. “I’m naked! What if someone walks in? JON!!”
Jon stifles a laugh with his hand and expertly throws a pillow cushion at
Damian, landing in his lap.
Damian slumps back against the mattress, exasperated. “>tt<“
~ 0 ~
Damian tries and fails for 20 minutes to get out of the belt.
How the hell did Jon tie this stupid fucking thing?!
"So let me get this straight," Jon says, not even trying to hide the amusement
in his voice.
Damian's blood boiled.
"You can break out of a locked vault, in a straight jacket with chains all
around you, at the bottom of Gotham Bay, but you can't get out of that?"
Jon leaned against the bedroom door, hair messier than ever, eyes sparkling
with mirth, lips still swollen, shirtless with gray sweatpants hanging low off
his hips, practically glowing in his post orgasm, and a tray of food in his
hands.
Beautiful Damian thought, but immediately expelled it from his head.
"It seems so." Damian ground out.
Jon just chuckled and placed the tray full of breakfast food on Damian's night
stand, undoing the belt gently, releasing Damian's wrists.
Damian sighed and rolled out his shoulders, happy to get some blood flow back
to them.
Damian watched as Jon circled around the bed to his side and flopped down on
his back.
"Does.... This mean.... I'm forgiven?" Damian asked cheekily, grinning at Jon.
Jon's eyes flicked up to him giving him a hard glare, the sparkle no longer
evident. The older boy only sighed and laid down next to his boyfriend.
Damian wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Jon, to curl up next to
him, to listen to his heartbeat as he fell asleep, wrapped in his warmth and
smell.
Jon wasn't mad per say, but he sure as hell wasn't happy.
"Jon, I... I'm sorry." Damian whispered, rolling on his side to face him.
Jon turned his head to stare Damian in the eyes too. He was relieved, but
unnerved by the unreadable blue that took up his vision.
"I'm sorry. What I did was reckless and I should have waited for you. But....
But I can't- I didn't want you getting hurt. Especially not by my grandfather."
Damian spoke louder this time, the urge to touch the boy laying next to him
stronger than ever.
"I much rather be the one getting hurt than you." Damian concluded, gently
placing the palm of his hand on Jon's cheek.
Jon's eyes hardened, but he reached his arms out allowing Damian to curl into
his warmth.
Damian clung to Jon, curling against his chest, wrapping an arm behind his back
so the two were practically flush against each other.
Jon wrapped an arm around Damian's shoulders and placed his chin on Damian's
head; running his fingers through Damian's sweaty, inky, locks.
"That's not something you get to decide, Damian." Jon mumbled.
"I know, I just..." Damian trailed off.
The two of them stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity. Jon running
his fingers through Damian's hair, and Damian listening to the calming beat of
Jon's heart.
"I love you, Jonathan." Damian whispers, curling further into his boyfriend.
Jon kissed the crown of Damian's head. "I love you too. But we're a team. No
more running off trying to protect me. We work together."
"You have my word, habibi." Damian yawned.
"Sleep well, Little Prince. I'll see you when you wake up." Jon whispered
pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Damian felt his cheeks warm, and a small smile stretch his lips as his eyes
fluttered closed.
"Totally won this argument tho." Jon grinned above him.
"Shut up and go to bed." Damian snarled, Jon's laugh vibrating against him.
Chapter End Notes
     Inconsistent tense because Catchy didn’t want to edit her replies
     pfft
***** Fear (Damijon) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Damian is hit with fear toxin.
Chapter Notes
     Catchy as Damian
     secretlyaspeedster as Jon
Crystal clear nights are a rarity in Gotham. It’s almost always so gloomy.
 
Jon guesses that’s when he should have known something was off.
 
The Superson’s night had been going completely fine. They’d made their way down
to the Narrows to follow what the GCPD deemed  to be a ‘dead end’ case about
stolen tech from a local research facility.
 
Jon didn’t know that when he and Damian stepped into the abandoned, sketchy
looking warehouse that silent alarms were triggered, poisonous gas starting to
sift through the air vents of the shiver worthy space.
 
Damian was currently sifting through old files and switching between his tablet
to figure out just what this place was..
 
“Damian,” Jon croaks out, trying not to sound too on edge. “I keep hearing the
ventilation system. This place is abandoned..” He whispers nervously.
 
Jon’s attempt at hiding the fear in his voice was pitiful. “If you’re gonna
complain about the ‘scary’ noises the building’s making, at least help me look
through these files,” Damian grumbles, not even turning around to look at his
partner.
 
With his superhearing, Jon can start to hear more creaks above and to the sides
of them within the walls. He doesn’t like it one bit, and meanwhile all of his
mind is telling him that Damian needs to actually listen to him.
 
 “Dami, I’m being serious,” Jon firmly but not harshly grabs the Robin’s left
shoulder, spinning him to face Jon. “Listen.” Jon whispers again, looking at
him with serious, striking blue eyes.
 
Damian’s eyes narrow from behind his domino as Jon turns him around, but he
doesn’t make a move to lash out. Jon sounds serious for once, so he stills and
listens.
 
There were small, hardly noticeable creaks coming from all around them-- long
and drawn out. Almost to the point of being a constant noise. They didn’t sound
like the natural settling of a building, but how could it be anything else?

 “Can you see anything with your supervision?” Damian asks as Jon’s hands fall
away from his shoulders.
 
Jon’s irises flicker around, lighting up some in the dim light of the yellow
bulbs overhead of them. He points the the wall furthest from them, a rusty old
wall that had dents and scratches in it. It just unsettled Jon even more.
 
“I see..” Jon squints some, looking at three large tanks. “Septic tanks?” He
starts to walk over, then lifts his feet so he could easily glide through the
air. “Hmph. They don’t look like septic tanks. Must be really old models..” he
mumbles.
 
“And? Why is that important?” Damian presses further, the creaks beginning to
unsettle him as well. Not that he’d ever let Jon know.
 
After a few more seconds inspecting the wall from a respectable distance, Jon
floats back to Damian, trying not to get annoyed with the boy. “It’s just.. it
looks like it’s running. It shouldn’t be doing that, my da—“ He stops short.
The Super tenses and looks sternly at Damian. “You can’t tell me you  don’t
hear that noise now. It’s coming from the vent system.” Jon crosses his arms
over the S on his chest.
 
“I hear it,” Damian snaps. “Whoever is here- if they even  are  here- knows we
are too. So we just have to look for them before they can get to us.”
 
Jon looks at Damian through the domino for a few more good seconds, then nods,
barely. “Okay.” He sighs, returning to look around. He flies up to the rafters
above, landing steadily on a patch of rust on the center beam. “But I don’t
see  anyone.. that’s the problem..”
 
“>Tt<,” Damian tuts. “Useless as usual…” He lifts his wrist and a screen
appears just above it. With a few clicks, the computer runs a scan of the
building. Nothing.
 
“Hm,” he grunts. He hears Jon stop moving on the beam, his breath seizing in
his throat. “What is it  now? ” Damian exhales dramatically.
 
“I-I don’t hear it anymore.. it’s.. gone.” Jon brings a hand up to his ear, a
slightly different ringing staring up in them. It’s low, but present. After a
few seconds the ringing starts to increase in volume and it’s reminding him of
some sort of  extreme  frequency test.  
 
Damian peers up at Jon and his face screws up. “Jon, what are you  doing? ” he
asks, agitated. “You’re being weirder than normal tonight—“
 
Jon pulls his hand away, a trickle of red running down the side of his jaw and
hand. He almost shrieks, but a broken gasp comes out instead.
 
“What the hell-?  What the hell ?” He turns to Damian, eyes wide in horror. Jon
can’t hear what Damian’s saying anymore, the Robin’s usual stoic expression
falling when his eyes follow to the scarlet liquid falling from the
Kryptonian’s outstretched hand onto the beam below Jon’s sneakers.
 
Jon’s ears feel like they’re going to  explode .
 
Damian quickly figures out what’s going on. There’s some high pitched sound
playing at a frequency too high for himself to hear. But for Jon— it must be
painful . He looks incredibly panicked at the sight of his own blood, so used
to being invulnerable all the time.
 
“Jon?” Damian says, keeping his voice level. “Jon, can you hear me?”
 
As Jon’s eyes madly dart around, the sound—this  sound.  Jon never knew
something like this existed. His school fire drills weren’t this bad. Nowhere
near the amount of  pain  this high pitched fire truck horn in his brain was
causing. Blaring. Jon can’t even think straight, eyes shutting in response to
the sharp pain, tears forming at the edges.  
 
His eyes shoot back open, faintly remembering that Damian is also in the
warehouse with him. Damian seemed to be fine, trying to talk to him. “I can’t
hear you!” He screams roughly, realizing right after that it probably broke the
silence in the room for Damian’s ears.
 
Damian winces in response to Jon’s loud scream. He can’t do anything but watch
as Jon’s expression twists more and more into one of pain, wishing he’d brought
some kind of noise canceling ear pieces.
 
Well… I suppose hands are the next best thing,  he thinks while taking Jon’s
hands in his own to bring them up to his bleeding ears.  Probably won’t help
much, but at least it’s something.
 
Robin brings up his wrist computer again. The high frequency noise seemed to be
coming from the back of the warehouse, where Damian was once facing while he
was searching the file cabinets. He turns and runs another scan. Still nothing.
 
A dead end…
 
Suddenly, a feeling churns in his gut. A far more familiar feeling than he’d
like to admit.  Fear . For a moment, Damian is very confused. He was feeling
mostly fine just a second ago and now— now it feels like he’s on some sort of
fear gas.  Fear gas.
 
Fuck,  is his first thought before the hallucinations begin.  Fuck, Jon will
see me- shit. Shit shit shit—
 
He takes a deep breath and tries to hold on to reason as his surroundings warp
around him.
 
Jon thinks the ringing stops, and he can just hear the echoes in his head. His
eyes open, trying not to get sick to his stomach from  his blood  that covered
his palms and the side of his cheeks.  Damian just..? Wait where did he just-
 
“Damian!?” Jon almost yelps. He whips around and sees Damian stumbling
backwards until he slams into the desk and knocks over multiple stacks of
files. Jon rushes over and grabs onto his shoulders to steady him. “Dami,
what’s wrong?” Jon asks, looking around. He didn’t even hear what happened.
what happened?
 
It’s dark. Even darker than the falling apart warehouse, and the walls are high
and narrow and flames from torches lick the cold stone on either side of
Damian. All reason and logic is gone as soon as he sees his grandfather sitting
a few feet ahead, Talia standing just behind. He can’t see her face.
 
Ra’s stands slowly and steps forward, causing Damian to backpedal into a wall.
Ra’s comes closer and takes a hold of Damian’s shoulders, not allowing him to
crumble to the floor as he surely would’ve if not for his firm grip.
 
“Grandson,” Ra’s drawls, voice deep and familiar. “You should not have run
away. The League has grown just as I had envisioned, and all who have not
surrendered to us have been slaughtered. Now we have no choice but to kill you
as well.”
 
There’s a horrified, disgusted look in Damian’s eyes, Jon could tell even
through the domino. Jon hasn’t seen him like this in awhile. No, he hasn’t seen
Damian this bad.. ever.
 
“Damian, please, it’s me, Jon. It’s Jon—“  What the heck is going on why won’t
he move??  “We have to go Damian.. I don’t understand what’s going on with you,
we have to go.” Jon looks at Damian’s wrist, and thinks he could probably
contact someone through it. Jon looks back up at Damian, who started to mumble
something he couldn’t understand.
 
“Did—“ Damian starts anxiously. “Where’s Jon?” Something in the back of his
mind was telling him he had just seen Jon, although he had no idea where he was
now.
 
“Dead. Just like everyone else,” Ra’s says with a sneer.
 
“No. I just saw him— I can feel it.”
 
“You can  feel  it? It seems Batman has poisoned your mind more severely than I
thought.” Ra’s hands shift slightly on his shoulders. “Feelings mean nothing,
Damian. Even now I can see the way fear has you frozen—  helpless .”
 
Ra’s reaches for his wrist suddenly, and Damian’s instincts kick in
immediately, blocking his grandfather’s prying fingers from touching him and
shoving him as far as he can away.
 
“Feelings make you  stronger . It took years of spending time with my friends
for me to learn that.”
 
Jon’s blue eyes go wide when Damian suddenly  shoves  Jon away, and his mouth
drops open as he nearly falls to the ground. He was speaking incoherently,
angrily. As if he was in a dream..
 
Holy shit—he got hit with fear toxin.
 
From the stories Jon’s heard, fear toxin is no ones business. The most fearless
man could get the toxin his system and weep like a child. Now it was in Jon’s
friend. He needs to get Damian home without Damian hurting him or himself.
 
But then Damian was marching up to Jon, and Jon freezes. He doesn’t have any
idea what to do. He wasn’t ever.. taught about how to deal with someone hit
with this gas. Damian yells something in Arabic and Jon cringes when the Robin
starts to lunge at Jon. He dodges easily with his speed, and lifts into the
air. How does he need to go about this..? He needs to get Damian to the manor.
But what if he ends up accidentally hurting Damian?
 
Damian lunges at Ra’s who dodges easily.
 
“You don’t have any friends, Damian. Not really. After learning everything
you’ve done, they’d never want anything to do with you.”
 
“They don’t know what I’ve done,” Damian says bitterly. “That life is behind
me.”
 
“All these years and you still haven’t told them?” Ra’s presses, lips curling
into a wicked smile. “How do you think they feel about that? The Teen Titans
dedicated themselves to you as their leader. They trust you— and you can’t even
tell them your name.”
 
Jon wonders if he keeps talking then it would only make things worse for
Damian. The teens green eyes are angry and directly staring at Jon.. he can
only imagine what the Robin was seeing in that moment.
 
“What do I do, what do I do?” Jon mumbles, looking around for  anything  he
could use to tie up Damian’s wrists so that he couldn’t thrash around too much.
Jon decides that flying Damian to the manor would be the best bet, especially
since his options are currently very limited.
 
There are zip ties and string in Damian’s utility belt..
 
“Damian,” Jon starts slowly floating back down to his partner. “Your belt, I
need your belt.”
 
“Enough,” Damian says, stance wide. “Where the hell is Jon?”
 
“ Dead , boy. Why can’t you understand?” Ra’s says, walking forward from where
Damian had pushed him. “The only one who truly trusted you, dead. You couldn’t
protect him.”
 
“Stop lying to me. He’s  not  dead.”
 
“Oh? Then who’s this?”
 
The faceless Talia who had disappeared momentarily— Damian hadn’t even noticed—
came walking back in with the hem of Superboy’s cape in her hand. She tosses
the limp boy across the narrow hall right in front of Damian.
 
Jon’s skin is a sickly pale color, and his normally crystal blue eyes were
fogged over implying that he was long gone. His suit was tattered and ripped in
multiple areas, as if he had received a beating before being relieved of his
pain.
 
Damian can’t breath for a few seconds. Jon is  dead . His best friend and
partner is dead.  How could this have happened right under my nose?  Damian
kneels down slowly and touches Jon’s face. Cold. He had definitely died a while
ago, so there was no saving him now.
 
He can’t-- he can’t even  think  with the knowledge of his best friend being
gone. So he kneels there in shock, mind empty. And then… And then he can feel
tears brimming in his eyes. He doesn’t try to stop them as they fall down his
cheeks and land on Jon’s suit. Something in his heart wrenches, and he finally
manages to tear his eyes away from Jon’s battered body.
 
I’m going to  kill  Ra’s.
 
Superboy watches his partner sink down to his knees and Jon goes down with him.
Jon’s so confused, and can’t even clearly read the expression on Damian’s face.
Fear had been replaced by sadness and grief.
 
“Damian—“ His green glove reaches out and brushes across Jon’s cheek. Tears
started spilling out of Damian’s eyes and Jon gasps in surprise.  What’s going
on? What’s he seeing?
 
“Damian it’s okay, I’m  here ,” Jon says in an useless attempt to calm the boy
down. Damian looks away from him suddenly and Jon reaches slowly again for
Damian’s utility belt. A new thought occurs to Jon that in this hallucination,
Damian could very well start attacking him and that would be a whole other
problem in itself. Before his fingers could even get around the yellow
compartments, Damian moves away and throws a punch at Jon. He ducks just in
time, staring up at Robin, tears streaming down his cheeks.
 
Damian throws a punch at Ra’s, who ducks and just stands there, almost as if he
were mocking him. He growls and leaps at Ra’s again, punching and kicking
furiously and much faster than he’d usually be able to in attempt to connect
just one blow.

One of his kicks hits Ra’s directly in the stomach and he goes spiraling away.
Damian exhales sharply, a few more tears escaping his eyes. He takes off his
domino as it begins fogging up and takes a few swift steps forward, grabbing
Ra’s by the neck.

 “No more,” Damian breathes, eyebrows furrowed in anger. “I won’t let you hurt
anyone anymore.”
 
“Da—oof!” Jon exhales sharply as Damian places a kick to his stomach after a
few of his attempts and as he starts to get up he’s seized by Damian, his hands
around his neck.
 
“Damian  stop! ” Jon yelps, legs thrashing. He reaches his hands up and grabs
both of Damian’s wrists then hooks his leg around Damian’s left calf and knocks
him to the floor as easy as he could. With one hand Jon keeps a firm hold onto
Damian’s wrists and with the other he fumbles to get the utility belt off of
him. “I know you can’t understand me, but I’m trying to help you!”
 
Damian hisses as he’s thrown to the floor, and scrambles to get up before Ra’s
could reach him. Too late. Ra’s keeps him down with one hand on both of his
wrists, and searches his utility belt.
 
What is he doing…?  Damian thinks, briefly puzzled. Then it hits him. He has
zip ties in one of the compartments on the yellow belt. As soon as he figures
that out, he brings a knee up to Ra’s torso. It hits around his ribs and Damian
grins when Ra’s yelps in pain.
 
Damian flips them over, then reaches for a zip tie and tightens it around Ra’s
wrists. He relaxes slightly. He’s at a huge advantage now.
 
Dazed from the knee to Jon’s rib cage, he doesn’t realize right away when
Damian zip ties his wrists together. Jon is somewhat relieved, because now he
knows it’s not  him  that Damian is fighting—Damian probably would have pulled
out kryptonite if he wanted to tie up Jon.
 
Jon flexes his wrists and the plastic breaks easily. Jon sees Damian freeze for
a second, most likely confused about how whoever he was fighting could break
free. He takes that time to snatch the zip ties back and gets them around
Damian’s wrists just in time. Damian starts yelling and screaming violently,
cursing at him and thrashing madly. Jon holds down his shoulders, heart
breaking a little.
 
What the f u c k , Damian thinks as Ra’s snaps the zip tie easily. He’s so
stunned he’s unprepared for Ra’s counter attack, and lets loose a string of
curses and he’s forced down and zip tied instead.
 
“Umm..” Jon bites his lip, thinking for a moment. “..Call manor!” He shouts,
hoping there would be something that Damian had on him that was voice
activated. Nothing. “Uh—oh! Call Batman!” Nothing again. “Call Oracle?” He says
unsurely.
 
An AI’s voice repeats ‘Calling Oracle. Connecting to Oracle.’
 
“Robin?” Comes Barbra’s voice.
 
“Oracle!” Jon sighs in relief. “Oracle I need help— Robin  needs help. Tell
Batman or Alfred or..or anyone that we’re coming back to the manor!” Jon says
hurriedly, picking Damian up carefully despite his thrashing.
 
“Superboy,” Barbra corrects herself. The sound of rustling fills the line. “I’m
on it. Is Damian okay?”
 
Jon grunts as Damian punches his back, more streams of curses being directed at
him. “He’s.. He’s been hit with fear toxin, I’m almost 100% sure. He’s angry
and scared.” Superboy uses his lasers to make an easy exit through the roof and
shoots up into the air, keeping a tight grip on Damian as he does so.
 
“Okay. Thanks for letting me know, Jon. Alfred is aware you’re coming and will
be waiting outside,” Barbra says. “If anything happens, let me know!” The line
beeps once then disconnects.
 
Damian is confused and  scared beyond belief  as Ra’s steps back and the roof
above them crumbles. Then he’s flung up suddenly, and the League’s base grows
smaller and smaller as Damian ascends. He screams, unsure if he’s going to fall
or keep flying until he can’t breath.

 He discovers it’s neither, at least not yet, as the ascension evens out to a
steady glide through the air. But it’s dark and cold and a strong wind cuts
right through Damian, causing him to shiver slightly.  Where am I going now…?
 
It was probably isn’t the best idea to use his super speed in the air while the
unpredictable factor of Damian Wayne is in Jon’s arms, but he needs to get
Damian home as quick as he can.
 
The crisp, unforgiving Gotham air stings at Jon’s cheeks and tassels his hair.
He hugs Damian as close as he can without hurting him and his heart lifts when
he sees the manor come into view. “Almost there, almost there, just hold on..”
He whispers, the words being carried away immediately by the howling wind.
 
Damian searches the earth below as it morphs into a usual night in Gotham,
dread filling his gut. Something else was coming. This relief high above the
city was too good to be true.
 
As the surroundings grow familiar, Damian can make out a harsh glow in the
distance where the manor would usually be. It’s on fire. The manor is on fire,
and Damian needs to  get down immediately, dammit --
 
“Whoa, no, Damian stop acting like you’re gonna let go. We’re almost there—“
Jon grunts, shifting Damian so that he can’t fall.
 
The manor is close now, and Jon descends quickly but carefully. He huffs out a
long sigh as his sneakers touch the grass. He shifts Damian once more so that
he can carry him bridal style.
 
“Master Jon!” Alfred calls and Jon whips towards the front entrance of the
mansion. He starts to run to Alfred, and out behind him come Dick and Tim. They
both have concerned but relieved expressions, a little bit calmer now that
their baby brother arrived home. Jon eases Damian over, noticing that his
eyelids started to droop as if he wanted to get to sleep. “Thank you,” Alfred
says and rushes them all inside towards the secret entrance to the batcave.
 
When they arrive down in the dark cave, Bruce and Jason are already waiting for
them, sorting through syringes and chemical mixes. The boys set Damian on a
cot, and start hooking him up to the machine that reads his vitals. Jason takes
off Damian’s cape and boots, letting them drop to the floor. Jon watches Alfred
take a syringe that’s Bruce hands him and injects it into Damian. The boy stops
struggling altogether, heart rate starting to slow to a more normal pace.
 
Jon feels bad for standing around, but doesn’t want to get in their way. He
eyes Tim, the former Robin starting to get to work on his computer, checking
Arkham and any files that relate to the case that the Super Sons were
following. He starts to walk over to Tim but then changes his direction and
pass over to Damian, asleep now. Alfred was injecting a separate syringe
contents into him, and Jon guesses that to be the antidote to the fear toxin.
Once Alfred disposed of the empty syringe, he stands beside Jon and looks over
the sleeping Robin.
 
“He may look peaceful, but Master Damian’s dreams will still be fuller with
horrors enhanced by the toxin still in his system.” The butler sighs.
 
“B-but.. he’ll be fine though.. won’t he?” Jon worries his lip, noticing how
Damian’s fingers twitch every so often.
 
Alfred nods slowly. “Physically, He is strong. But even the most mentally sound
beings are still bested by the fear. I have no idea what he will endure..” He
says gravelly, then rests a gloved hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Thank you once
again, young Master Jonathan. It could have been a thousand times worse if you
had not been there.”
 
“He’s my partner,” Jon says quietly, a claw forming over his heart. “I’ll
always be there to protect him. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”
-
Damian looks around. He seems to be in a cave but definitely not the bat cave.
Everything has a weird orangish tint to it, the air thick with what Damian
guesses to be smoke. He tries to sit up but can’t move but a few inches off of
the ground. The ash covered ground, littered with bones.  Where.. am I?
 
He can hear the crackle of fire all around him but can’t see anything really..
it’s dark except for the weird orange light. There are lanterns along the walls
of the cave. Damian suddenly hears a sick cackle in the dark and it sends
shivers down his spine. He tries to move his wrists but is immediately met with
a burning sensation and he cringes.
 
“Who’s there?” Damian calls out, voice hoarse. There isn’t any response except
a rock that falls from the ceiling. Stalagmites lines the roof of the cave, and
he follows them all the way until he sees a new light in the cave. There’s a
shadow of a tall figure, and Damian can feel his heartbeat starting to pick up.
“Who’s there!?” He shouts, demanding an answer.
 
Instead, out steps the figure into the dim orange light, long cape trailing
behind them mysteriously. Their eyes are sharp and a dangerous gree, scanning
over Damian.
 
“The new Ra’s. I, Damian al Ghul am the new Demon Head.” The figure says.  He
says. But he didn’t seem to be talking to Damian on the ground. He’s talking to
someone behind Damian.
 
“You’re  my son  Damian!” Bruce shouts, his voice sounding strained. “They’ve
twisted your mind and  now you’ve reverted back to what they are. You’re a
monster again!”
 
Damian’s heart sinks, the blood draining from his face when he sees himself
unsheath a golden katana, the blade glowing in the light of the cave.
 
“Stop!” Damian yells, but only for deaf ears. Nothing changes.
 
“I’ve always been an al Ghul. I’ve always been this way. I never changed.
People don’t change.” He growls, the sharp blade of the sword dragging against
the cave floor and unsettling the ash lying on the ground. It begins to fill
the room, and Damian starts to cough, breathing in the flecks as well as smoke.
 
“No, you weren’t always like this.” Bruce states.
 
“Really? Because my bloods lust never went away. The rage, loathing, and
conflict  never  subsided. Not fully. It was only a matter of time before I..
snapped.”
 
It’s only a matter of time before I snap.
No.
It’s only a matter of time before I snap.
No!
It’s only a matter of time before I snap.
No! No no no!
 
The sickening sound of blade meeting flesh pierces the air in the worst way
possible and Damian thrashes wildly. He can hear the blade being driven further
into his father, and now Damian can’t even scream. He can only gape like a
floundering fish, the sound of blood spilling onto the cave floor amplifying in
his ears.
 
“At least I can accept it.” The hallucination Damian smirks, laughing sickly
under his breath, the sound ringing in Damian’s ears.
 
He can’t breathe anymore, the smoke and ash and blood are suffocating him and
all he can see are the walls around him, blood filling and covering everything
in the room until all Damian can see was red-
 
“ DAMIAN!”  A deafening scream allows him to rip from his invisible restraints
and break through the sea of blood, gasping and gagging.
 
“DAMIAN  NO!”  A boy’s voice screeches in the darkness, and Damian tries
swimming towards it. “Please, NO!” The voice sobs.  Where are you?!  Damian
wants to call out, but his throat is cut, voice unable to function. He starts
swimming in the direction he thinks he heard the sound come from.
 
Suddenly, he’s dragged under the surface of the water, a single stream of light
filtering into the red, murky liquid, illuminating…A boy.
 
Jon .
 
The black haired Kryptonian is sinking, barely any bubbles coming from his nose
and mouth. Damian starts swimming through the bloody water over to him. It
feels like he’s trying to swim with 50 lb weights attached to his arms and
legs.
 
“You let him die, Damian.”
 
The voices of his family boom in the water, and it’s getting progressively
harder to keep himself from sinking.
 
“If you were there for him, he wouldn’t have been killed.”
 
“You never cared for him.”
 
Not true!!  Damian thinks, but his voice is unusable.
 
“You’re the cause of his death, you  demon .”
 
Damian stretches his arm out as far as he can and grasps onto Jon’s sneaker
just barely. He yanks Jon to him and holds him in his arms. He wants to cry..
he wants to bawl but no tears are formed.
 
“Damian.” Jon’s voice speaks.
 
“Jonathan?” Damian whispers.
 
“Why didn’t you save me? My mom and dad miss me, Damian, why didn’t you save
me!” The boy’s words were laced in poison, and it stung Damian right in his
heart.
 
“You couldn't have saved me, could you? Because you’re too weak!” Jon’s words
hit like bullets, and Damian sobs, clutching onto the Super until his knuckles
turn white.
 
“You aren’t a hero.” Jon’s voice levels to an icy cold calm. “You never were,
and you never will be.” Then, the Super lets go, and Damian’s eyes widen. He’s
sinking, and he can’t swim anymore, the water is filling his mouth and lungs
and he can’t breath.
 
He hits the bottom of the body of water that he’s in and he lies there as
voices of his father now yell at him, and Damian can only cry as he takes the
hit of his words.
 
“You’ll never be Batman.”
 
“You were better off with your mother.”
 
“You aren’t capable of love, and no one loves you!”
 
“You have too much Ghul in you.. you don’t deserve to live.”
 
“ STOP! ” Damian yells finally, eyes flying open.
 
He pants roughly, chest moving at the speed of his heart. Damian’s terrifies
green orbs flicker around and he thinks he’s in the bat cave now. His hands
clutch the sheets of the cot he’s in, and he notices IV’s that were in him.
 
Am I  really  awake?
 
“Damian? Are you awake now? Can you hear me?” A small voice just above a
whisper asks to Damian’s right. Jon’s sitting there in a desk chair, changed
out of his Superboy costume into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He looked
slightly relieved despite the way he asked his question.
 
Damian releases a shaky breath at the sight of Jon, alive and still as
beautiful as ever. He swallows and forces down the tears forming in his eyes.
“Yeah.”
 
Jon’s shoulders lose some of the tension that had built up in them and he
reaches his arm out and places a gentle hand on the Robin’s shoulder. He
lightly squeezes gives him a small smile, heart aching as his friend’s green
eyes turn glossy.
 
“I’m glad you’re okay, Dami.” Jon reassures, voice barely above a whisper. Some
part of him was still just trying to convince  himself  that everything was
alright even though Damian was right in front of him, mostly unharmed.
 
Damian swings his legs gingerly over the side of the cot and stands. The IV’s
are pulled taut so he rips them out. “I better go. Father and the others are
probably worried...“
 
Jon’s brows furrow and he looks as the IV’s fall to the floor. He looks back up
at Damian. “They’re upstairs—Damian, lay back down, they said you need to
rest.” Jon stands and runs a tired hand through his hair.
 
“I’m  fine ,” Damian growls.  I swear, if Jon doesn’t let me leave—
 
Jon doesn’t say anything for a second, confused by Damian’s annoyance. “You
aren’t..  fine . You definitely weren’t fine earlier, and I don’t think you’re
fine now.”
 
Damian bites back a retort and stares at Jon briefly before looking away. He
probably saw  everything . All his reactions until he was put to sleep.  Damn.
 
“Well, I feel just fine physically wise, so no reason to keep me in this room,
hm?” Damian says in attempt to escape the confrontation.
 
“That doesn’t mean you’re okay  emotionally . Damian, I can’t pretend that I
didn’t see you out there. I won’t.” Jon steps forward as he speaks. He tries to
keep his voice from sounding like he was pleading.
 
“Too bad, because  I will ,” Damian snaps. He was more than willing to shove
Jon out of the way if he got too close, but for now he takes a small step
backwards. The cot is directly behind him now.
 
Jon’s jaw sets. He takes a breath and takes another step forward calmly.
“That’s not the way to deal with this.” Jon’s in Damian’s space now and he can
feel the teen’s discontent but at the moment he doesn’t care.
 
“Stop being so damn stubborn and just  talk.”  Jon says sternly and he shuts
his mouth immediately in fear that he was being too harsh.
 
Damian was almost impressed. Kent was being intimidating.
 
“I don’t know how, Jon,” Damian states simply, eyes growing sad before becoming
sharp once more. He puts his hand on Jon’s shoulder and pushes lightly. “Now
get out of my way.”
 
Jon’s eyes widen slightly as Damian pushes him back—and because of his words.
His mouth opens but he can’t exactly find words.  He’s being too difficult! If
he would just talk to me.. I can help him. He just needs to talk to me.
 
Jon steps back in front of Damian with purpose and states, “No.”
 
Damian sends a bat glare straight up at Jon. “You’re very lucky Alfred removed
my belt, or there’d be Kryptonite in your  throat  by now.”
 
“You don’t mean that.” Jon says levely even though his heart drops into his
stomach. He knows Damian was just saying that because he was in a mood..that
didn’t make it sting any less, though. “You don’t mean that and you know it.”
He stares back down at Damian, meeting him with a glare of his own.
 
“How do you have so much faith? How are you  so  sure I don’t mean that, Kent?”
Damian asks angrily.  Because even I don’t know if do or not.  “What if I did?”
he questions more softly.
 
Jon blinks a few times. “I.. I heard you out there. I heard you say something
that gives me the notion that you wouldn’t.” He recalls suddenly. He couldn’t
completely understand what Damian had been saying, his words hushed and almost
sounding like gibberish.
 
Damian narrows his eyes. “And what would that be?”
 
“When you were first hit with the toxin, you.. you were talking to someone. A-
and then they must have said something bad about me. You asked where I was. I
was confused cause I was right there. But.. I think in your hallucination I
was..” He trails off, searching Damian’s eyes and swallows down his
assumptions. “Am I wrong?” He adds finally, quietly.
 
“...Fine, you’re right,” Damian admits bitterly, defensive walls rising. “Does
it stoke your ego that the first thing the toxin took advantage of in my mind
was you? Don’t flatter yourself. You were just the person in the room with me,
don’t think you’re so special.”
 
Jon takes in a sharp breath. His body goes rigid and it’s like his mind just
shatters. He has so many things he wants to say, to  scream . He wants to-
 
“ Screw you, Damian. ” He saves most of his breath and just says those three
words, shoving the Robin back harshly as he does. He then turns away, eyes
stinging and chest clenching tightly. He starts walking away before he can let
Damian have the satisfaction of seeing him break down because of his words.
 
Damian’s eyes widen as he’s shoved back onto the cot. His heart twists in his
chest and he’s frozen there, at a loss for words.  I’m sorry,  he wants to say,
guilt crawling it’s way up his throat as Jon turns to leave.
 
But for some reason, the words refuse to come out. So he just whispers his best
friend’s name.
 
Just go, Jon. Keep walking, keep walking..  His mind tells him as his lip
starts to quiver. He hears his name come from Damian’s mouth and freezes
despite his mind telling him to just go home,  Damian doesn’t want me here
anyways.
 
“What, Damian.” Jon grits out, arms stiff at his sides. He was trembling, tears
starting to cloud his vision.
 
“I’m sorry,” he manages, voice barely above a whisper.
 
Jon turns his head just enough to be able to look at Damian and he almost
curses.  I’m sorry too.
 
“Do you even  mean  it?” Jon winces, a tear rolling down the side of his cheek.
 
“I mean it. I just…” Damian hesitates, breath catching in his throat when he
sees Jon is crying.  No matter what you do you’ll never be able to make Jon
happy. He deserves better than you. You’re selfish. You want Jon to stay and
care when all you do is hurt him.  Fears plague Damian’s mind and his hands
tighten into fists on the cot. “You’re right for being angry. Y-you can leave
if you want to.”
 
I don’t want to leave you . Jon thinks and wipes his tears away just to have
more spill out of his glossy blue eyes.
 
 “I-I just don’t unders-s-stand..  W-why would you s-say that to me?”  Jon says
quietly, leaning against the wall to support himself. “It really hurt, Damian,”
he adds, blinking through his tears to look at Damian.
 
“I don’t know,” Damian says, because he really doesn’t.  You hurt him you hurt
him you hurt him
You hurt him whenever he’s around you.
You’re  poison.
 
And then Damian is crying too, and he doesn’t understand why he would say
anything to hurt Jon either.
 
Now he’s going to think you’re taking advantage of him, crying like this right
after apologizing.  So he wipes the tears from his eyes and wills them to stop,
holding his breath.
 
“I —“ Jon chokes back a sob when he sees tears start to trickle down Damian’s
cheeks. Jon didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t mean for any of this to
happen..
 
He pushes himself from the wall and walks quickly back over to the cot and
stands in front of Damian for an unsure second. He’s still angry, he’s still
confused and he’s still hurt. But he reaches his arms out anyways for Damian,
offering him Jon’s embrace.
 
Damian shakes his head stiffly as Jon walks over to him and kneels, arms out
and offering a hug. He releases the breath he was holding and sucks in another
one, the sound filling the otherwise silent room.
 
With his arms still outstretched, Jon’s shoulders shake with small sobs. “
Please.”  The word forms in his throat and leaves his lips strained. He leans
closer to Damian but doesn’t make any more advances.
 
Damian looks into Jon’s eyes, glossy with tears and pleading. He leans forward
and lets Jon’s warmth swallow him up. His eyes close slowly and tired of
holding his breath, he releases it and gasps for another, hiccuping slightly.
He can feel Jon trembling with him and feels terrible knowing he’s the reason
for that.
 
Jon presses Damian close to him, as close as he can. He sobs quietly as he
clutches onto the back of  Damian’s shirt and bows his head, shaking it because
he couldn’t will himself to calm down. He brings a hand up to Damian’s jet
black hair and runs his hand through the strands to comfort him.  I’m sorry I’m
sorry I’m sorry…
 
“I’m sorry,” Damian murmurs into Jon’s hair, echoing the boy of steel’s
thoughts. He hugs him tighter and weeps, his tears darkening the fabric of
Jon’s shirt.
 
“I know, I know. I believe you. I’m sorry I said I didn’t before..” He gets
out, shutting his eyes tight and buries his face into Damian’s chest, muffling
his continuous sobs. Damian’s earthy scent mixed with small traces of expensive
cologne are calming to Jon. He loosens his grip on Damian’s shirt and rubs
soothing circles over his back.
 
Damian sighs as Jon begins rubbing his back in a relaxing pattern, his sobs and
hiccups subsiding slowly but surely.
 
After a good ten minutes, Jon takes in a good deep breath without it being
seized away from him by another sob. He nuzzles into Damian, still holding him
tightly like he would slip away from his grasp. “Do you feel better?” Jon asks
with a sniffle.
 
“A-a little,” Damian replies, letting Jon cuddle into him. He brings the back
of his hand to his tear-stained cheek, wiping away any wetness that remained.
“Thank you…”  I don’t deserve you.
 
Jon chuckles sadly then hiccups. He takes in a long, shaky breath before he
speaks as to not accidentally start crying again. He wraps his arms around
Damian’s waist and whispers, “Y-you’re always gonna have me here, ok? Whatever
you need I’ll be here ok? You j-just have to let me help...”
 
“No promises,” Damian whispers. “I don’t understand… why do you choose to stay
with me? I’ve never done anything good for you. I treat you horribly all the
time and you keep coming back.”
 
Jon’s breath catches in his throat and he opens his eyes, lashes still slick
with tear drops. He frowns for a flicker of a second. “Because..I know you
care. You don’t really have a good way of showing it,” Jon laughs quietly,
pulling himself slightly away from Damian to look at him.
 
“But I just  know  you care. You may say things that hurt me..but now I know
it’s cause you’re hurting too. You just.. you need to let people help you deal
with that hurt.  I  want to help you deal with that hurt and that’s why I keep
coming back..” Jon brushes a tear away from Damian’s cheek with his thumb and
gives him a heartfelt smile.
 
Damian shakes his head in disbelief. Jon cares for him just as much as he does.
He keeps coming back after everything Damian does because he wants to help him.
Damian can’t fathom  why  on earth Jon would do that.
 
“...Thank you,” Damian murmurs, eyes wide and still glossy.
 
“Of course, Dami.” Jon whispers back. “So.. do you wanna talk about it? Are you
ready to?” He asks softly, rubbing the teen’s shoulder encouragingly.
 
Damian nods after a moment of hesitation, and takes a deep breath to ground
himself before starting.
 
“I saw my grandfather and mother first,” Damian begins. “Ra’s kept saying you
were dead. I didn’t believe him at first because… I don’t know. You know how in
dreams you just know things? It was kind of like that. And… Talia brought out
your body and… I tried to kill Ra’s. He kept moving. He shouldn’t have been
able to move that fast. I thought I had him restrained but he snapped the binds
in half? This sounds… sort of silly now that I’m saying it out loud,” the Boy
Wonder admits.
 
Jon listens intently, heart filling with distaste and slight anger at Damian’s
grandfather. He’s heard many stories about him and couldn’t imagine having a
vivid nightmare about him.
 
“No, no, it’s not I promise.” Jon assures him quickly. “It’s what happened. I
won’t laugh or anything.”
 
Damian nods again. “Then I started flying. It was almost peaceful for a little.
There’s nothing that can bother you above the clouds. But I started lowering
and the manor was on fire. I couldn’t get down very fast but when I did, there
was a sharp pain and everything went black. That was a sedative, wasn’t it?”
 
Jon nods. “Yeah.. they said then it would only be a nightmare if you fell
asleep and you wouldn’t accidentally hurt yourself. I was still so worried
though..” He looks at Damian nervously. “What happened after you fell asleep?
Did it get worse?” His sapphire eyes widen. He hadn’t exactly put much thought
into it before now, if he was honest.
 
“Well… Batman was there. And so was I but older. I…” Damian swallows and forces
down the burning sensation in his throat. “I killed him. I couldn’t move or
speak until I heard you a few seconds later, and even then it felt like my
limbs weighed a ton each.”
 
A little gasp is drawn into Jon’s lungs but he keeps quiet about the Batman
scene. He could tell how hard that probably was for his friend to witness.
 
“You heard me?” Jon purses his lips anxiously.
 
“You were screaming,” Damian explains in a hushed voice, fingers twitching in
their place stacked neatly on top of one another in his lap. “There was a sea
of blood all around us and when I went under, I could see you. You were dead
too…”
 
The Kryptonian’s face noticeably grows a few shades paler. So far, Jon had been
dead  twice  in Damian’s fear induced hallucinations and it was starting to
scare Jon as well. He stammers for any words to say, all that manages to come
out is a small, “..Oh no..” and he doesn’t say more. He’s really at a loss for
what to say to this..  Probably something better than just ‘Oh no’, dummy..
 
“I'm sorry for saying you weren’t special. You are, or else I wouldn’t have
seen you twice.  Dead , no less,” Damian focuses on the space just in between
Jon’s brilliant blue eyes so he wouldn’t be able to tell he wasn’t looking
directly in them.
 
That makes Jon smile a little. A small smile that was also relieved. “It’s
okay.. I’m glad that I am because,” Jon’s voice drops to above a whisper and he
takes a breath. “Because you’re special to me too. Really special to me.”
 
Damian can feel heat rushing to his face at Jon’s words and prays it isn’t
visible. “Thank you,” he says curtly.
 
Jon nods again, looking back up at Damian. He seems slightly surprised or taken
aback by what Jon has said. Jon just assumed he knew. “Yeah..I-I’m just sorry
you had to see all of what you saw,” he changes the topic slightly. “You didn’t
deserve that.”
 
Damian isn’t sure if he agrees with Jon’s statement, but he thanks him again
anyways.
 
When Damian says thanks, Jon can see the present doubt in his expression and it
unsettles the younger boy.
 
Jon sighs. “I want you to know that I really believe and mean what I say. I can
tell your past still haunts you, and not many people can relate, let alone
understand what you had done and been through,” He tries to get Damian to meet
his gaze again. “But you’ve changed into a good person. You’re still learning
just like a lot of other people and it’s gonna take time to shake off your
demons. But you don’t deserve to be constantly attacked by them, okay? You
don’t deserve that.” He finishes strongly with a nod.
 
“Thank you,” Damian repeats for the third time, this time sounding much more
genuine. His eyes drift upward to Jon’s when the younger boy leans forward and
ducks his head slightly, trying to meet his gaze. He still  can’t believe  how
someone as kind and pure as Jon ended up being his best friend.
 
Jon smiles when he can finally hear the sincerity in Damian’s thanks. He wants
to hug him again (and if Jon’s being honest, again and again and again and
more) until Damian can really understand how much Jon cares for him.
 
“Of course. Thank  you  for opening up. I guess I really am special then, huh?
Damian Wayne opened up to me,” Jon laughs softly, honestly grateful.
 
“You are,” Damian assures Jon, offering a small smile. It feels like forever
since he last smiled. “And thank you for listening.”
 
“You know I’ll always be here. It’s us, me and you, the Super Sons,” Jon
murmurs, staring into Damian’s jade green eyes. He wants to see those eyes
happy all the time. Jon wants to be the one to make those eyes happy and
hopefully keep them happy. His heart soars at the thought as his head fell
forward to Damian’s lips. “I want it to be us,” Jon says aloud as he feels his
eyes start to close.
 
They snap back open suddenly and Jon can’t breath. He’s—when did he get so
close to Damian’s face..he didn’t even realize he got  this close.
 
Damian’s breath catches in his throat as Jon’s eyelids close and he leans
forward.  Is he—
 
There’s no time to finish the thought as Jon stops  centimeters  away from his
face, eyes wide. Damian is panicking and screaming in his mind, but his body is
frozen in its place.
 
Everything processes in Jon’s head about—oh  God— what he  just said .. what he
just did. Well, what he was about to do.
 
His cheeks ignite a bright shade of red and all he can do is stare in a slight
panicked trance. His mind is screaming at him but it’s so much screaming that
he can't decipher what exactly his mind is telling him to do. “Uh—ah—“ Jon
takes in a breath quickly. Still panicking.
 
They’re a little further apart now, and Jon looks like he’s about to have a
stroke. “Jon?” Damian waves a hand in front of his face. “You okay?”
 
The hand in front of Jon’s face makes him flinch a little and he blinks
finally. If it was possible for his blush to deepen, it did. “Uhm.. I-
I’m—What?” He says dumbly as his heart jackhammers in his chest so hard it’s
starting to hurt.  Am I having a heart attack? Oh no oh no I’m  dying  now,
this is what I get for not thinking!!
 
“You almost kissed me,” Damian says, rather bluntly. He doesn’t even believe it
himself. “Why did you stop?”
 
Jon’s jaw drops slightly and his stomach does a flip. “I almost ki—I um—s-
stop?” He breathes out quickly and feeling lightheaded. “ Why did I stop?”  Jon
echos, not sure if he’s hearing what he wants to hear or if it’s what he’s
actually hearing. He doesn’t even know anymore.
 
Damian begins to feel anxious when he notices Jon’s breathing pick up. He looks
pale and about to  faint . “Nevermind, don’t answer that. Just breath. Deep
breaths, Jon— good.”
 
Jon does as told, taking in a very shaky deep breath, still staring at the
Robin with a dumbfounded look on his face. Once he feels like he can slightly
speak again, he dares to open his mouth. “Wait, wait, I just—did you mean.. why
didn’t  I keep going? Like.. you  wanted  me to keep going?”
 
Damian stares at Jon briefly, expression unreadable. “...Yes,” he replies
almost bashfully.
 
More butterflies flap their annoying little wings in Jon’s stomach as he chokes
on a ‘ Really?’  and it comes out as a broken squeak, embarrassingly. Jon
swallows and pauses to catch his breath then tries again. “So.. I can kiss
you?” He whispers hopefully.
 
Damian nods.
 
“Okay,” Jon says slowly, nerves spiking. He leans hesitantly forward, back to
the distance they were at before and takes a few breaths to try and calm
himself down. His blue irises try not to focus on Damian’s lips, pretty and
soft looking. Jon doesn’t understand why he’s so  nervous  all of a sudden.
Damian wants to to kiss him too (that  still  baffles Jon), so why is he being
so shy and sheepish?
 
He can’t chicken out now. Jon finally regains some small bit of confidence and
tilts his head to the side and quickly but softly presses his lips against
Damian’ before he had a chance to second guess himself.
 
That seems to shake all of Jon’s previous anxieties and he moves his hand
slowly over Damian’s shoulder to rest behind his neck and presses more against
the boy.
 
Damian responds very gently to the kiss, almost not pressing forward at all. He
lets his eyes flutter closed as he feels Jon’s warm hand cupping the back of
his neck and feels his own lips part slightly.
 
Jon slows down his movements and kisses more tenderly than before and wraps his
arm around Damian’s waist. He can feel himself becoming short of breath so he
pulls away so they can both get some air back into their deprived lungs.
 
Damian rests his forehead against Jon’s as they pull apart, staring into his
startlingly blue eyes. A small smile lights up his face. “That was nice.”
 
An excited giggle escapes Jon’s lips and he smiles back. “It was—I really liked
that.” He lightly runs his hand across the baby hairs on the back of Damian’s
neck. “Wanna do it again?”
 
Damian nods and sighs. “I wish we could do it  forever .”
 
Jon presses a quick kiss to the Boy Wonder’s lips. “Yeah, me too. Air is kinda
important though,” He presses another kiss to Damian’s lips, this time longer.
 
Damian suddenly can’t stop smiling, the feeling of Jon’s lips against his
giving him a lighthearted giddiness he felt seldom elsewhere. He kisses back,
hands finding themselves wrapped firmly around Jon’s torso.
 
“You kiss really nice,” Jon comments after placing a peck on Damian’s jaw then
cheek. “I didn’t know kissing was this great,” He sighs happily, feeling
exuberant and light. Jon starts to deeply kiss Damian, lightly humming in
excitement.
 
Damian can’t even respond to Jon’s remark before he’s kissing him again, this
time more intensely. He keeps up with the pace effortlessly, and thinks to
himself that they move and fit together perfectly.
 
Even when Jon’s head feels once again light from lack of oxygen he doesn’t let
up much and brings his hand that was previously around Damian’s waist to his
shirt collar, lightly clutching onto it. Jon really can’t even think anymore
but suddenly he hears a loud  CLANG  somewhere in the room and his eyes shoot
open as he pulls away from Damian, panting roughly from the scare and from the
long kiss.
 
“What the  fuck  did I just walk in on?” Jason Todd coughs out. He seemed to
have choked on a sip from his glass of water he had previously been drinking,
but that along with a tray carrying a few plates of food were now shattered on
the ground.
 
Damian stares wide-eyed at his older brother, mouth slightly agape and opening
and closing repeatedly like a floundering fish. He can’t speak for a good few
seconds, but when he finds his voice again the first words he says is a
pleading, “Don’t tell father!”
 
Jon switches his gaze between Red Hood and Robin, eyes blown wide.  Shit shit
shit,  Is his only coherent thought at this frightening moment.
 
“Oh, Damian, why would I ever tell Bruce about you shoving your damn tongue
down Jon’s  throat ?!” Jason croaks out, finally stopping with his coughing
fit. “That’s  definitely not  information the Bat would love to know about!”
 
Damian releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding and breaths another one
in deeply, attempting to still his racing heart. “Don’t tell  anyone . If a
single person mentions it you’ll be sorry,” he threatens, green eyes sharp.
 
Jon looks at Damian as he glares at his brother warningly with fierce eyes and
it made Jon, despite the situation, kinda really want to kiss Damian some more.
He draws his attention away from the second eldest in the room back to Jason
who looked slightly amused.
 
“What’re you gonna do, Demon spawn? Kill me? Been there, done that,” He scoffs
like Damian’s threat was nothing then looks directly at Jon, a curious spark in
his teal blue eyes. “And what about Supe’s kid? When he finds out, what do you
think  he’ll  do? Probably be  pissed as hell  because his son didn’t tell him
that he kissed lil Robin the fifth here.” Jason finishes smugly, no longer
trying to hide his amusement.
 
“I’ll do  worse  than kill you if you utter a single word to Clark,” Damian
growls, moving slightly further away from Jon to take a threatening step
towards Jason.
 
Jon quickly reaches out his hand and grasps onto Damian’s wrist to get his
attention. Jon slips his hand into Damian’s and gives him a look as if to say,
Just calm down a little bit . Jon looks over to Jason and frowns slightly. “I
think we would rather just keep this,” He looks down at his and Damian’s
intertwined fingers. “To ourselves until we’re ready for people to know, like
my parents and Bruce. Can we do that?” He asks gently, trying to appeal to the
former Robin.
 
Jason brings his hand to his chin in a charade of thinking. “Hmm, I  guess  we
can,” he says, grinning. “I have blackmail material now, little bro. Don’t get
on my bad side.”
 
Damian rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
 
A relieved smile spreads across Jon’s face and he sighs in satisfaction.
“Crisis averted!” He looks at Damian and adds grimly, “You better stay on his
good side, Damian.”
 
“I’ll certainly try my best,” Damian assures Jon, shooting a glare in Jason’s
direction. “What he doesn’t know is how much blackmail material I have for  him
,” he adds, voice so quiet only Superboy could hear.
 
Jon laughs to himself at that.  I really hope things stay like this: happy and
light.  He thinks wishfully, lightly squeezing on Damian’s hand.
 
“Well, you kiddos have fun. I’m gonna go eat breakfast with everyone else. Join
if you want, but if you just want to stay down here,” Jason gives them a
devious look, a smirk to match. “Just remember to use condoms.” And with that,
he books it out of the room as to not get potentially slaughtered by Damian.
 
Damian’s face goes red from Jason’s remark, whether from anger or embarrassment
he’s not sure. He sighs, turning to Jon. “Would you like to join them or eat
later? Either way Jason wins,” Damian adds spitefully.
 
“We should go eat,” Jon, as if on cue, realizes how hungry he felt. A small win
for Jason, but a bigger win for Jon’s stomach. “C’mon. He won’t make it  that
bad, ” he chuckles.
 
“You don’t know him very well, do you?” Damian grumbles, shooting a smile at
Jon.
 
Jon’s heart skips in his chest and he can’t help but think to himself how he
probably won’t ever get used to seeing Damian smile at Jon. “Guess not. I’m
willing to take my chances though,” Jon stands and takes a step close to the
shorter boy, leaning in for another kiss.
 
Damian closes the distance between them, and gives Jon a small peck on the
lips. “Alright then. Just be prepared for lots of looks.”
 
“I’m ready, Batboy.” Jon nods firmly and grins. “Lead the way, I’m starved!”
***** Abuse (Damijon) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Jon is in an abusive relationship (not with Damian).
Chapter Notes
     Catchy as Damian
     Secretlyaspeedster as Jon
     Both as Dominic
     If you are in an abusive relationship, leave it. It’s hard but it’ll
     be worth it.
Another typical Friday night for the Super Sons was in the history books.
The night was easy and fairly long, their patrol stretching well into the late
night/early morning time.
Jon was tired and worn out as hell, so when Damian offered to let him crash at
his penthouse he couldn’t refuse. And plus, they were in Gotham, so it’s not
like it was too far of a fly to get there.
After showers, both of the boys were out like a light and slept well into the
afternoon. Damian woke up first and Jon presumed he was in the kitchen so he
dragged his sore limbs out of bed and down the hall.
“Hey,” Jon yawns sleepily when he finds Damian in the kitchen. “Did you happen
to make anything substantial ta eat? I didn’t really eat much yesterday, so a
big lunch—er, breakfast, would be great right about now.”
Damian snorts at his partner-in-crime from across the counter he’s seated at.
“Of course. What kind of place would I own if it didn’t have food?” He stands
and stretches, then walks to the fridge, his feet landing almost silently on
the tile. “Unfortunately, I am not the best cook. Would you be able to settle
with a microwaveable meal?”
Jon sits down at the counter and rests his chin on the ledge. “Sounds good to
me! And yeah, you’re right about the cooking part.” Jon snickers playfully at
his friend then runs a hand through his messy strands of jet black hair.
“Thanks,” Damian says sarcastically, grabbing some Hot Pockets from the
freezer. He opens the package and begins prepping the frozen rectangle. He pops
it in the microwave and sets the timer for 2 minutes.
“So,” Damian says, turning around to look at Jon while leaning back against the
counter. “How’s… Derek?”
Jon raises an eyebrow and looks at Damian for a few seconds before speaking
slowly. “Eheh, you mean Dominic?” He chuckles awkwardly.
“Same difference,” Damian says, waving a hand as if physically swatting away
the correction. “How are you guys?” Damian was asking mostly because he was
genuinely curious, but another part of him wanted to size Dominic up a little.
From the one time he had seen him (spying on him through his apartment window)
he hadn’t looked like very much of a rival, but looks can be deceiving.
The sparkle in Jon’s eyes flickers momentarily and he opens his mouth to speak
but nods instead even though it wasn’t a yes or no question that had been
asked. He takes a second to ponder over the past couple of months.
“..Good! Our three month anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, actually,”
Jon says with a slightly forced smile but still backed by his signature cheery
attitude to make it believable.
Damian notes Jon’s hesitance to answer his questions (twice), wondering briefly
what it could mean. He had never been nervous about talking about his
relationship before, so that couldn’t be it. He decides to put off his
(probably pointless) over analyzing for when he was out of Jon’s company.
“That’s good. Do you have any plans?”
“Oh, yeah!” Jon internally screams ‘Yikes!’ as he claws around quickly for a
lie about something fun he would be doing with Dom instead of.. well, being
miserable.
“I was think—hoping to land us some tickets for a Metropolis baseball game!
Since we met playing on the school’s baseball team, I thought it’d be nice to
go.” Jon smiles to himself, secretly wishing that that was true.
Damian nods in approval. A thoughtful and entertaining anniversary gift.
Dominic was lucky to have Jon. “I’m sure he’ll love it— if you manage to get
the tickets, of course.”
Jon nods with a grin. “I have faith that I will! It’ll be great..” He trails
off, desperately wanting the conversation to transition into something other
than Jon’s love life.
“How about you? What’s new in the life of Damian Wayne, Gotham’s prince?”
Damian shrugs. “Not much, to be honest. I hate having a public image to
maintain. It makes things far more messy than they need to be, such as keeping
my identity secret.”
The microwave beeps, and Damian turns to take it out with a kitchen glove he
left on the counter. He puts it on a small plate, and places it in front of
Jon.
“Enjoy,” Damian says with a grin.
Jon’s blue eyes widen at the food in front of him, a pizza smell making him
reach instantly to grab the Hot Pocket. He winces when it burns the tips of his
fingers and he drops it with a hurt frown. Jon, with help from his freeze
breath, blows lightly over the plate and cools down his food just enough to
eat. He takes a big bite and grins happily.
“Jeez, that sucks. Luckily, I’m Mr. Nobody-Jonathan-Samuel-Kent and don’t have
to keep up with the press and media!” He takes another bite of his Hot Pocket.
“But seriously, that must—“
A sharp ringing of a phone cuts Jon off abruptly. The vibrating in his pocket
indicates that it’s his and he sets down his dinner and fishes out his phone,
tapping the green button immediately when he sees that it’s Dominic calling.
“H-hi babe!” Jon says quickly, swallowing his food.
“Where the hell are you?!” barks Dominic’s irritated, slightly slurred voice
over the phone speaker. Jon winces and quickly presses the volume button on the
side of his phone to minimize anything Damian could possibly hear.
Damian watches Jon from across the counter passively, wishing he had
superhearing too. All he caught was “where the—” before Dominic’s voice cut out
due to Jon lowering the volume. He sounded angry. Damian decides to listen to
Jon’s replies before jumping to any conclusions.
‘I’m over at my best friend’s place cause I spent the night!’ Wasn't really on
the list of things Jon could say to answer Dominic’s question without getting
yelled at even more. All of this lying on the spot thing was making Jon sick to
his stomach.
“I-I’m at Damian’s..He needed help cause his—“Jon scrambles for something to
say even though he already knows he hesitated for too long. “His tv wasn’t
receiving the channels he wanted! I was hooking him up with the new Roku—“
“That’s bullshit, Jon. How long have you been there? I haven’t seen you since
yesterday morning.”
Jon turns a noticeable shade of pale and weakly responds with, “Since this m-
morning?”
Dominic scoffs from across the line. “Really? Where were you the entirety of
last night then?”
“I’m sorry, I was just checking in with my ma and dad, I hadn’t seen them in a
few weeks..” Jon hopes that Damian can’t see his hand shaking. “I’m sorry,”Jon
repeats softly, praying that it would calm his boyfriend down.
“You better be,” Dominic growls. “I want you back home in fifteen minutes.”
Damian notices how scared Jon looks talking to Dominic. Scared was an
understatement, from the way Jon paled and trembled slightly. He was terrified.
Damian’s eyes narrow slightly. He was definitely going to see what was up
tonight.

Jon’s mouth falls open and he snaps it closed again before saying something
anything he might regret later. “Okay.. I love you,” He whispers into the line,
remembering to breathe again. He doesn’t even wait for the response, knowing
there wouldn’t be one and hangs up.
“Everything okay?” Damian asks quietly, knowing it wasn’t.
“Yeah,” Jon croaks out, not looking up at him in favor of staring at his phone
screen, a picture of him and Dominic smiling happily together on their second
date as his screensaver. “Yeah. Dominic was just.. he just gets worried when I
go places and don’t really tell him. And uh, saying that I stayed over here for
the night woulda seemed really suspicious..”
How could it be suspicious if it was the truth? Damian doesn’t ask, instead
vouching to say, “So, I assume you’ll be leaving now?”
“I’m sorry,” Jon says quickly, standing up and glancing at his half eaten hot
pocket. “But yeah. I.. thank you. I’m gonna go change,” He mumbles quietly and
exits the kitchen swiftly. Tears sting at the back of Jon’s eyes but he blinks
them away as he shuts the door to the guest room to get dressed.
Damian is left with the leftover hot pocket, and assuming Jon isn’t hungry
anymore, he throws it away.
~ 0 ~
Jon didn’t think he would have enough time to drive his car over to Dominic’s.
He flew as fast as he could over to his apartment Metropolis and rushed to his
car. He had only 8 minutes to get to Dom’s apartment. Thankfully, their places
weren’t too far apart from each other and traffic wasn’t at a standstill! It
still was getting close to 15 minutes and Jon still had 5 blocks to go.
“C’mon, c’mon..” Jon whined at the cars around him, moving over to the other
lane to maneuver his way in front of them.
2 minutes left.
He turns the corner to park into the apartment complex’s parking lot.
Almost there!!
Jon accidentally slams his car door shut in a hurry and rushes up the stairs to
the 5th floor at slightly quicker than human speed. He fumbles with the keys
and shoves them into the keyhole, turning and thrusting open the door.
“I’m here!” Jon calls breathlessly, stepping into the place that smelled of
beer, barbecue chips and cheap air freshener. “I’m here, Dom!”
Dominic grunts, revealing his location in the bedroom. “In here.”
Jon sets his keys in the counter and kicks off his shoes then walks quietly
into the bedroom and smiles sheepishly at his boyfriend. “Heya,” he greets.
Dominic is glowering at Jon from his spot on the bed, half lying down, half
upright. “Cut the shit, Jon. I know you were at Damian’s for longer than this
morning. You better not have been cheating,” Dom says, voice low and dangerous.
“No!” Jon says as quick as he can without hesitation. “No no no, you don’t
understand. I.. I was at his place longer than I said but I wasn’t—! He’s my
best friend! I wouldn’t do that to you, I wouldn’t ever-“ Jon babbles, quickly
moving over to Dominic with apologetic eyes.
Dominic shakes his head, averting his gaze. “I just can’t believe you’d make me
worry like that, Jon. For a whole night.”
Jon frowns, breath shaky in his lungs. “I’m so sorry—“
“And then when you lied to me? It broke my heart. Every time you lie to me,
Jon, you break my heart.” Dominic clenches the sheets in his fists, voice cold.
“I-I.. Dom, I’m so sorry,” Jon whimpers, kneeling beside the bed, eyes glossy
with tears.
“Just… tell me next time, okay?” Dom says, sitting up fully without help from
the headrest with a grunt. “What am I supposed to think when you disappear for
a night and don’t even leave a text?”
Jon looks up at Dominic for a second then let’s his gaze fall along with his
shoulders. “I.. don’t know.. I see how bad that looked.” Jon sighs, feeling
ashamed.
Dominic sighs, most of the tension easing its way out of his body language.
“C'mere,” he says, arms out.
Jon stands up and crawls onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend
and tucks his head under his chin. He sighs, feeling Dominic’s toned arms
lightly press Jon close, reminding Jon of all the good in their relationship.
He loves when they just lay together, happy. No arguing. The smell of beer and
sunflower seeds was thick on Dom’s shirt and Jon just wishes the alcohol would
go away. He wishes Dom would give up drinking so much. Jon can make him stop..
he can do it eventually..
“I love you. I’m sorry,” Jon murmurs into Dom’s shirt.
“I love you too,” Dominic replies, breathing in Jon’s sweet, honey-like scent.
“Apology accepted.”
Jon looks up at Dominic and smiles. It doesn’t feel genuine. “Thanks,” He goes
to kiss his boyfriend but Dom tilts his head away and Jon frowns.
“Jon..I don’t want you going over to..Damian’s anymore,” he says bluntly.
“...You what?” Jon’s brows knit and his brain short circuits for a second.
“You disappear at least one night a week and almost every time you say you were
at Damian’s. I’m confident you’re not cheating on me, but I feel like your
‘best friend’ is getting in the way of us,” Dominic explains. “Don’t go over to
his’ anymore, alright?”
Jon gapes for a second and his heart drops. “He’s not getting in the way,” Jon
blinks rapidly. “We’ve been best friend’s since I was ten! It just feels weird
if we don’t hang out!” Jon doesn’t realize he raises his voice until it squeaks
a bit and he lowers it quickly. “I can’t just stop seeing him..”
“Well, I feel like it’s weird that you take just about any chance you can get
to leave me alone here. You weren’t like this in the beginning,” Dominic
states, eyes expressing hurt.
After wriggling away from Dominic’s arms, Jon huffs a breath. He didn’t feel
angry, not yet. Right now he felt tired. He’s tired of Dom blaming him for the
things wrong in their relationship.
“Dominic, neither were you. Don’t be a hypocrite. Y-you were so happy and
loving and you weren’t angry at me most of the time! Now, if I do something
wrong, you give me hell for it and make me feel like shit!”
“You should feel like shit!” Dominic erupts, voice raised twice as loud as it
was before. “Because you make me feel like shit. I get worried sick, Jon... You
don’t even kiss me like you used to.”
Jon sets his jaw and tries his hardest not to break down. He doesn’t mean to
make Dominic worry so much. He doesn’t want to, and he feels terrible when he
does.
“You drink more than you used to. How many beers have you had today? How ‘bout
last night? Dominic, you aren’t sober most of the time.”
“It’s a personal preference, Jon. It could be a lot worse,” Dominic retorts.
“It could be a lot better,” Jon whispers helplessly. He feels like he can’t
win. What can he say to make a difference?
“If.. If you try to cut back in the beers.. I’ll stop going to Damian’s.” Jon
offers, but immediately wants to take it back. He doesn’t want to stop going to
Damian’s. But he doesn’t want Dom to keep drinking like this.
Dominic considers this briefly. “... No,” he decides finally. “I like where I
am, Jon.”
Jon’s heart falls to his stomach. “That.. that hurts me so much. It hurts that
you can’t see how terrible that is. I’m trying to help you, you have to get
better,” Jon feels himself starting to choke on his words, knowing nothing he
says will help.
“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t ‘have to get better.’ You, on the other
hand...” Dom says, grabbing Jon’s wrist roughly “need to stop seeing Damian.
It’s not an option.”
Jon stifles a yelp when his wrist is grabbed harshly and he’s yanked towards
Dominic. His blue eyes widen in slight fear but mostly from shock. “Let go of
me.” Jon tugs his wrist and stares dead into Dominic’s stormy blue eyes.
“No,” Dom says, pulling back just as hard. “If you leave again without telling
me where you’re going, you’ll be sorry.”
Tears burn Jon’s eyes and his wrist feels like if it’s pulled harder it might
pop out of place. “Are you threatening me?!” Jon tries backing away, hoping
Dominic will come to his senses and let him go.
Dominic uses his free hand to grab Jon’s other wrist and holds him still. “No,
I promise that if you leave me that you’ll be sorry.” He growls and Jon’s heart
races, blood pounding in his ears.
“W-what will you do?” Jon grits out.
“..If you leave, I’ll kill myself.”
Jon falls silent immediately and stops struggling, his breathing even stops
momentarily. He feels like he’s been hit with a bus and was now bleeding out on
the road, unable to move. “...What?”
“If you leave me— if you say you want to go. Forever. I’ll kill myself,”
Dominic restates, eyes empty.
“No,” Jon says slowly, shaking his head. “No, no..you can’t. Don’t, please,
no.” Jon says with barely any breath. He feels light headed. He feels weak.
“My death will be your fault,” Dom snarls, grip tightening slightly. “Maybe now
you can understand how much you mean to me.” He drops Jon’s wrists and stands
off the bed, exiting the room and leaving Jon to himself.
Jon can only stare in shock as Dominic’s words sink in. He watches him go,
saying nothing to stop him. Jon’s wrists fall into his lap and a tear falls
down his cheek. A few more tears fall and he chokes on a sob. “D-Dominic,” He
whines, coughing after. I can’t let him. I can’t let him do that. It’ll be all
my fault. He loves me and I’m going to be the reason he dies. I can’t be the
reason he dies..
~ 0 ~
Damian goes to check on Dominic and Jon a little after Jon leaves. Dominic is
asleep, and Jon is lying down next to him facing away from the window. Damian
can’t imagine he’s sleeping, since they slept past 12 earlier. But they look
fine, so Damian leaves.
One week later, Damian hasn’t heard from Jon at all. He’s waiting for Jon on
the top of the building they usually meet at, but when it gets well past 20
minutes, he heads immediately to Dominic and Jon’s place.
They’re not in the bedroom, so Damian climbs down and enters the building
normally. He knocks on the door to their apartment and stands back.
Dominic cracks open the door and grunts. “May I help you?” He says, looking
down slightly at the boy in front of him.
From the couch, Jon tries to crane his head to see who was at the door but
can’t exactly see since Dominic didn’t have the door open wide enough.
“Jon was late to a very important meeting. Is there something going on?” Damian
asks, getting straight to the point without even introducing himself.
Jon almost shoots up from his place on the couch in surprise. He sees his
boyfriend tense and scoff at Damian. “Excuse me? Who even are you?”
Jon starts to walk over to the door but freezes. He’s unsure of what to do, and
Jon didn’t exactly look the best at the moment. He probably looked tired,
anxious and unhappy.
“His best friend,” Damian answers. “I would like to see him, if you’re not too
busy.” He sounds polite, but there’s a layer of coldness to his words. It’s not
a request, it’s an order.
Dominic’s expression hardens and Jon can already see his anger starting to work
up.
“Go back to that hellhole you call Gotham. Jon doesn’t want to see you.”
Dominic growls and immediately Jon is by his side trying to get him away from
the door.
“Damian! S-sorry—Dominic, calm down.” Jon glares at his boyfriend and then
returns his attention back to Damian, eyes turning soft. It was refreshing to
see his best friend’s face but he could already tell that this wouldn’t be a
happy ‘just came to stop by and say hey!’ type of visit.
“Why were you late? Are you okay?” Damian asks, his eyes softening as well.
Despite Dominic’s irritated grumbling from behind Jon, he doesn’t immediately
speak for Jon again. “I’m so sorry,” Jon says automatically. Those words have
probably been the majority of what has come out of Jon’s mouth lately. “The
time slipped by..I meant to text you, I swear,” he lied. He didn’t want to text
Damian. Jon was afraid if he did he might not only make Dominic mad, but it
might have made Damian come over to their place wondering why Jon won’t come
see him.. Well, looks like I did that without even trying.
“Can you step outside for a sec?” Damian requests, hoping Jon says yes.
Jon turns and looks at his boyfriend with desperate eyes. Dominic throws up his
hand and stomps away angrily, cursing and grumbling. Jon shuts the door quietly
behind him as he steps out into the apartment hallway.
“I know you guys aren’t… good. Dom was yelling when I last saw you,” Damian
says, worry apparent in his expression. “Is.. that why you were late?”
“We.. you’re right. We aren’t the best right now. We’re just in a rough patch
at the moment, but no relationship is totally perfect, right?” Jon laughs
quietly without humor, gaze dropping to his socks. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t
come..I’ll try to come next time.” he tries to convince his friend. Jon’s heart
ached to go on patrol with Damian and to get out of the apartment badly.
“It’s not too late,” Damian says hopefully. He can tell Jon’s aching to get
out. “We could go now.”
Jon shakes his head. He feels terrible for turning Damian down especially since
he hasn’t seen him all week long.
“I can’t, Dami. I’m sor—“ He stops himself from saying sorry again. He doesn’t
need to be sorry, Damian isn’t mad with him. “I can’t leave Dom.” Jon says
quietly.
“Why not?” Damian presses, thoroughly confused. “Is there something wrong with
him?”
“No,” Jon says, shaking his head again. “I mean.. he just needs me here.” He
states without further explanation.
“I don’t understand,” Damian says, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Are
you happy with him?”
Jon is tempted to say no, have Damian take him away from the apartment and it
would all be over. He knows that things just weren’t that simple but when he
looks back up at Damian and says nothing, the look in his eyes says it all.
Just as he’s about to speak, the door behind him opens and Dominic rests his
hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Done talking?” He asks, glowering at Damian.
“No,” Damian says sharply, his green eyes glaring daggers at Dominic. “A few
more minutes should be sufficient.”
“Maybe I should rephrase,” Dominic huffs, not at all intimidated by the man in
front of him. “Jon is done talking to you.” He starts to turn Jon around but
Jon resists slightly, shooting Damian a helpless look.
Anger fires up immediately in Damian’s gut when Dominic touches Jon, who
instantly tenses. “I think he should have a say in that,” Damian growls, eyes
narrowing.
“I think you don’t have a say in this at all.” Dominic lightly pushes Jon
behind him and steps out into the hallway, squaring up to Damian. Jon protests,
eyes widening as he pleads for Dominic to stop.
Damian can’t help but chuckle as Dominic moves in a threatening position, as if
challenging him to a fight. If he knew the training he had undergoed all his
life, he wouldn’t dare say an ill word to him.
“Irrelevant,” Damian says icily. “Jon is your boyfriend. You need to treat him
better.”
Dominic clenches his fists, eyes narrowing. “And who the fuck are you to tell
me what to do? You aren’t his boyfriend.”
“No, but apparently I know better than his boyfriend,” Damian shoots back,
almost thirsting for Dominic to swing the first punch just so he could put him
in his place.
“You self entitled little prick—“ Dominic is about to step forward but Jon
grabs him by his shoulders, holding him back. If Dominic even lays a finger on
Damian, Jon knows the Robin will beat him to a pulp.
“Stop!” Jon pleads, trying to get through to his boyfriend.
“Who do you think you are?” Dominic sneers, trying to shrug out of Jon’s hold.
Son of Batman, Damian Wayne, Robin, Damian lists in his head. “You need to stay
away from Jon,” Damian says, choosing to ignore the question. “He’s clearly not
happy with you, and you’re an abusive asshole.”
“Jon, let go of me.” Dominic turns, putting one hand over his chest and pushing
him away. Jon stumbles backwards and prays that Damian doesn’t kill him.
Free from Jon’s restraint, Dominic surges forward and throws a punch aimed for
Damian’s neck.
Damian ducks and delivers a swift uppercut to Dominic’s chin from beneath him.
He shifts into a ready stance as Dom is stunned momentarily. “Shouldn’t have
done that, motherfucker.”
Jon releases a shaky breath, shooting Damian a look as if to say ‘Please don’t
hospitalize him’ before Dominic shouts another curse and goes to tackle Damian.
Damian smiles slightly at Jon to let him know he’ll hold back, and directs his
attention to Dominic again. He dodges as Dom lunges at him, and brings his heel
down hard against his back as he goes by.
Dominic coughs as the breath is knocked out of him and he hits the floor with a
grunt. While on the ground he tries kicking at Damian’s legs before struggling
to stand back up.
Damian jumps over Dom’s kick, amused by his barbaric approach to fighting. He
heaves the much larger man up by one shoulder, and jabs at the joint connecting
his arm to his shoulder. He can feel it shift slightly, and Dom howls in pain.
Damian drops him.
“Stay down,” Damian warns, stepping back slightly.
Dominic spits more curses, rolling onto his back. He gets up once more,
stumbling as he throws another punch, hauling his body at Damian in a pretty
pitiful attempt at hitting him.
Damian dodges easily again, tsking. He hears the faint sound of police sirens,
and they get closer before staying right by the building. “I think that’s your
ride,” Damian smirks, dodging a few more punches.
The defeated man’s blue eyes widen and he falls to the ground, starting to
scramble towards the stairway exit. Jon steps out into the hall, marching over
to Dominic. He grabs him by the shirt collar and not-so-lightly presses him up
against the hallway wall, frowning.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Jon says lowly. “You’re staying right here and
you’re gonna face the wrongs you did to me head on.”
“You can’t let me go to jail, Jon,” Dominic groans, looking up at him slightly.
“I love yo—“
“Don’t you dare,” Jon says shakily, voice cold.
Damian steps forward until he’s behind Jon. “Just stop trying,” he says. “It’s
over.”
“Fuck you,” Dominic snarls, just as police can be heard starting to storm up
the stairwell. Jon looks away from him, arms crossing in front of his chest
defensively. He walks away slowly, head hung low.
Officers flow in and move towards Dominic. One grabs him by the shoulder and
hoists him up abruptly. The officer turns him so that he’s pressed up against
the wall and recites Dom his rights, cuffing him.
Two officers approach Jon and start asking him questions, so Jon starts telling
them what happened. When he’s done, he sees Damian over to the side, waiting
for him. Jon walks over, sadness in his eyes but a small smile on his face.
“Thank you,” Jon says gratefully.
“That’s what friends do, right?” Damian says with a bittersweet smile as well.
“Look out for each other.”
Jon’s arm’s drop from their crossed position and he hugs Damian tightly. He
doesn’t say anything for a few minutes and just holds onto his best friend,
forcing back tears.
“You’re the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for, Dami,” Jon whispers with
a tiny smile.
Damian snickers at ‘bestest’. It’s almost like they were kids again.
“Likewise,” he murmurs, hugging Jon back firmly.
“If it isn’t too late,” Jon starts, pulling away from Damian. “I’d still really
like to go on patrol with you?”
“It’s never too late for a batkid, Jon,” Damian jokes, eyes twinkling. “Grab
your suit. I have most of mine on underneath my coat but the rest is in my
car.”
Jon laughs, heart lifting. “Of course it is, Dami.”
***** Captured (Bluepulse) *****
Chapter by CatchyArtz, secretlyaspeedster
Chapter Summary
     Bart and Jaime are captured by The Reach.
Chapter Notes
     Secret as Jaime
     Catchy as Bart
     We’ve already done a roleplay really similar to this, but we were
     craving some angsty bluepulse so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“No!” Jaime’s eyelids shoot open in a frantic jolt and he gasps for breath for
a few seconds—wait—
“What is all this?” He says as he looks around, eyes shutting to the weird
reddish lighting of..whatever he was being contained in. He can feel a metal
collar cut into his neck as he turns his head slightly. The stoic voice of the
Scarab filters it’s way into Jaime’s thoughts.
“Recall, Jaime Reyes. You allowed the Aqualad to take us prisoner.” It sounded
almost annoyed with it’s tone.
“Uh,” Jaime thinks hard, trying to recall fuzzy bits and pieces of memory. Aw
few things started coming back to him but he couldn’t differentiate everything
from what had actually happened and what had not. “Right, right,” He takes a
breath. “Better armor up then.”
“Negative,” The Scarab deadpans, “The containment pod and inhibitor collar has
neutralized all combat systems.”
Jaime starts to feel a bit claustrophobic, and the fact that he doesn’t know
where he is, why, or how he’s in this place makes the knot in his stomach
worse. Where did Aqualad take us to?
There’s a clicking noise emitting from somewhere outside of Jaime’s pod and he
cranes his head to try to see what it might be. “Providing translation,” The
Scarab tells Jaime.
“—the Scarab's memory files are corrupted. Only recoverable data is from the
last eight months.” A female sounding voice replaces the clicking and Jaime’s
eyes widen once he realizes they were talking about him. Why was his Scarab
‘corrupted’?
The one talking turns around to face Jaime. They looked.. like an alien. Some
type of alien race. He didn’t know. They didn’t look friendly.
“That is,” she continues, eyes narrowing. “Since it fused with this host body.
In fact, I was just reviewing the point of insertion—“ She turns back away from
Jaime to face the silhouette of a taller figure Jaime can’t quite make out.
“Spare me the details,” he says irritably. “If the Scarab is off mode, reboot
it after we receive more details and intel from the meat.” Jaime’s jaw clenches
at that. Rebooted? More details? He can hear the Scarab’s voice in his head,
alerting him of his raised blood pressure levels.
“I'd rather assess the cause of the crash, ambassador. To make certain it
cannot happen again.”
Then a big, bulky figure steps out from the shadows almost menacingly. They
wore black armor and looked similar to.. similar to Jaime’s Blue Beetle armor.
His breath catches in his throat in surprise.
“No, scientist,” The figure speaks, voice deep and unnatural sounding. It sends
a cold shiver down Jaime’s spine. “Admit it. You just enjoy playing with the
meat and it’s companion.”
“Well, there’s that too.”
The “ambassador” scoffs and turns around to leave, the big black-armoured alien
trailing after him.
That’s when Jaime starts to really freak out. Whoever captured him plans to
most likely torture Jaime and-
Bart.
Bart was captured too. Jaime looks around, desperately trying to see if the
speedster was with him, near him, safe or hurt.
The female-sounding alien walks towards Jaime, but her gaze isn’t focused on
him; rather, the pod right next to him. Jaime stifles a gasp when he turns his
head and sees its Bart.
The speedster’s eyes are closed and for a second Jaime is afraid he’s dead, but
the scarab cuts through his thoughts. “The Impulse’s vitals are steady. He is
merely sleeping.”
“Let’s get started, shall we?” the female one says with a far too pleased grin.
She presses a button on the side of his pod and after a second Bart’s being
jolted— quite literally— awake.
Bart is awoken by pain. His eyes fly open as his lips part to scream but hardly
any noise comes out before the shocking ceases mercifully.
“Y’know you could’ve just tapped on the glass, right?” Bart says, his tone
filled with mock annoyance.
The alien frowns and clicks a few words at Bart, to which he doesn’t
understand.
Beside him, Jaime leans forward so that his face is almost pressed to the glass
of the pod. “Bart! Bart, to your right, ese,” Jaime sort of whisper talks, not
positive if the aliens could understand him or not. “I’m here. Are you okay?”
“Blue!” Bart exclaims, not as quietly. His heart lifts simply from the sight of
his only friend in this era. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?
Jaime nods and glances back at the alien in front of them. “I’m good for now,”
he whispers, adrenaline spiking when the scientist goes to press a button on
his pod. Jaime braces himself for the same electric shock Bart received, but it
doesn’t come.
The pod’s glass cover parts and the alien steps to the side, pressing the same
button on Bart’s pod. Jaime is frozen in shock and doesn’t move at first,
afraid of what she might do.
Bart is the first one to react, stepping outside the pod eagerly and without
much caution. He was antsy from being trapped in there for so long. He dashes
to Jaime’s pod and immediately wraps his arms around the taller boy’s torso.
Jaime looks down at Bart and he sighs a tiny sigh of relief. He returns the
hug, grateful for Bart being there with him and currently unharmed. “We’ll get
out of here,” he whispers encouragingly, resting his chin on top of Bart’s
head. Jaime eyes the alien lady with a cold stare, already hating her and
wishing he could blast her with his plasma cannon.
The scientist turns around and taps a few things on her screen. She turns back
to the two embracing boys and grabs Bart’s collar, yanking him back as a large
metal cuff wraps around Jaime’s torso from the ground. A panel slides open in
the wall, releasing a few decent-sized droids. They fly around Jaime, working
efficiently and securing his wrists together with a couple more metal cuffs. He
tries squeezing out of the large one around his waist and stomach area, but he
receives a painful shock for the attempt.
Bart’s eyes go wide as he witnesses this, and then the droids are hovering
around him, effectively keeping him still just by numbers. His restraints are a
little different from Jaime’s; there aren’t any cuffs— just chains. They’re all
wrapped around his arms and legs, and he can barely keep his balance standing
upright once the droids stop holding him and retract back into the wall.
A surprised and choked shout comes from Jaime as him and Bart are separated,
and reached out to try and grab him is useless. He only gets shocked again and
tries to stop his thrashing after that.
“Bart, stay calm,” Jaime calls to him, hoping to keep the speedster from trying
to move too much. The pure terror in his face makes Jaime desperate to try and
stop them from constricting Bart and angry at the lady doing this to them. “Why
are you doing this?” He shouts at the scientist who turns her attention back to
Jaime.
“We need to gather intel on you and your corrupted Scarab. Hopefully from this
experience we can prevent further incidents from happening,” She says
stoically, their struggling not affecting her one bit.
Jaime grits his teeth and glares at her. “I’ll never tell you anything. Who
even are you!? What is this place?”
“I believe I will be the one asking the questions,” the alien lady says levely.
Bart tries his best to look okay for Jaime— after all, he’s been through this
many times before. But the fact that he’s been through this before makes his
heart thump violently in his chest, because he knows how painful it is and he
knows it will take all of his strength not to break.
He just hopes they don’t hurt Jaime.
The scientist taps a few buttons on her screen that make the restraints on
Bart’s arms and ankles pull apart slowly and Jaime holds his breath.
“Now, tell me—and don’t lie,” The lady says to Jaime. She must have activated
something on his restraints as well, because instead of the cuffs stretching
his limbs in opposite direction, they cooled and constructed like a snake. She
was literally trying to squeeze information out of Jaime. “Where any more of
your bases are located. We need to find the other members of your sad band of
children who neglect the true potential of their powers and use them for our
own purposes.” She finishes with the smallest hint of a smirk and the knot in
Jaime’s stomach worsens.
He doesn’t open his mouth to speak. If fact, he completely shifts his gaze over
to Bart, ignoring her entirely.
Bart winces as his restraints pull his limbs apart, but meets Jaime’s gaze
evenly. For the love of God, do anything but ignore her, Bart begs inwardly.
That just makes her want to hurt both of us.
“I’m okay,” Bart assures Jaime quietly. Do what you need to do.
Jaime frowns, fully aware that Bart is not okay. He prays that if he tells them
the information they want to hear then she’ll stop with Bart and focus on
Jaime.
“I—“He shakes his head at himself. Lo siento, he thinks, not wanting at all the
give away any information that could endanger the team or Justice League. The
restraints on Bart pull more and he hears a choked whimper come from the
speedster.
“There’s a space station—the Watchtower—where we also operate from. You blew up
Mount Justice already and there’s the place in D.C...that’s it. That’s what I
know.” Jaime knows that if they then planned to attack the Watchtower, they
would have a hard time getting past all of its defenses.
“What about now,” she presses. “Where does your team of children operate now
that your base has been destroyed?”
There’s a pain in Jaime’s chest and he can only hope that Nightwing and the
others made it out before the place exploded. “How should I know? Aqualad and
his other sharkhead buddies captured us. I have no idea if they’re even alive.”
That last statement seems to rub the alien the wrong way. She scowls at the
teen as she presses a button. Jaime doesn’t have time to brace himself before
he’s being shocked and it burns all throughout his body. He doesn’t know how
long it lasts before it stops and he feels numb and sore, groaning from the
pain.
Bart holds his breath as Jaime screams, paling slightly. “He’s telling the
truth!” Bart exclaims. “You can’t do that!”
“Quiet, meat. You’re the one in chains, aren’t you? I suggest keeping it down.”
she growls, shooting Bart a glare. She taps a few more things into her screen
and something activates on Bart’s collar. “If you wish to speak again, you’ll
suffer consequences.” Bart shuts his mouth nervously, eyes shifting to the
floor. She turns back to Jaime, expression cold.
“What more do you want?” Jaime asks, voice sounding hoarse already.
“Well, since you appear to be useless, I will get information from your scarab
instead.” She swipes and taps on her stupid screen again, and Jaime can feel
Khaji Da’s mind clench on his knowledge. She makes a clicking noise that
doesn’t translate to anything and suddenly Khaji Da is in pain. Jaime didn’t
know that was even possible.
The scientist gives up when Khaji doesn’t relent and slides a bar on the
screen. Bart shrieks, arching against the restraints as a pain far worse than
electrocution shoots through his entire body. The collar was activating all the
nerve cells in his body, sending an intense pain all the way to the tips of his
fingers and toes.
“If your scarab does not cooperate, the pain for the meat will continue,” the
lady says, growing impatient.
Bart jerks against the chains, trying desperately to escape the torture. He
can’t make much of an effort, as the pain has all his muscles locked. All he
can do is stare wide-eyed at the ceiling and scream.
Jaime opens his mouth to shout, but he doesn’t know what to say. He can’t
control the Scarab, it had a mind of its own! Even if he asked for it to just
cooperate to stop Bart’s pain, that didn’t mean that Khaji would listen.
“Stop! Stop hurting him, it’s not his fault!” Jaime pleads angrily, clenching
his fists and thrashing his arms despite the pain that resulted from it.
“Khaji, stop resisting, you’re making her hurt Bart!”
“I cannot allow confidential information regarding the Justice League and Young
Justice team to be exposed.” Jaime growls in frustration to its statement.
“I’m telling you to stop resisting. They’ll get the information out of you
eventually, and Bart isn’t getting any better!” Jaime commands but gets no
response from the scarab. Jaime looks at the younger boy desperately, unable to
do anything to help him.
“Khaji, por favor, please!” He whispers in one more attempt to get it to give
in.
Khaji doesn’t budge and Bart is released from the pain momentarily when the
scientist realizes that this particular tactic would not work on the scarab.
“I suppose we’ll have to try something a little different, then,” she says,
looking wickedly pleased about that.
Jaime fears for Bart, but whatever was happening to him suddenly stops. Bart
lets out a choked whimper as the pain ceases, relaxing against the restraints
holding him up.
There’s a about thirty seconds worth of time where nothing happens. Bart’s
labored, ragged breaths fill to room. Then Jaime is suddenly finding it hard to
breath. He takes in a breath of air through his mouth without much relief.
Khaji informs him that the oxygen is being stripped away from the room and
levels are dropping rapidly.
Almost all systems are down, Jaime Reyes. I am unable to supply any oxygen from
the Blue Beetle suit.
We’re both going to die if this goes in any longer! Khaji, you don’t have any
options left!
Black spots dance on the corners of Jaime’s eyes, and before long he starts to
go in and out of consciousness. He can’t even think anymore. He just knows he’s
going to die.
Bart is unable to get a substantial amount of air into his lungs before the
oxygen levels begin deteriorating due to his screaming, and by the time black
spots are dancing around Jaime’s vision, he’s already unconscious.
“For your compliance, I am most grateful. Later is better than never, I
suppose,”
The sound of that damn lady’s voice stirs Jaime out of his unconsciousness and
he struggles to open his eyes. He sees her typing on a different screen now and
lets himself take multiple deep breaths of air into his (probably critically)
deprived lungs.
“Bart?” Jaime calls softly to the boy whose head was hung, auburn hair fanning
over his face.
The scientist presses a button when Bart doesn’t move or respond, and the
speedster is dragged back into consciousness with a shock. He chokes on his
scream, gasping for breath. Each exhale is accompanied with a violent shiver,
and it’s now clear how sickly Bart looks without his regeneration factor to
help him heal.
Jaime winces. It’s hard for him to see his friend like this, who didn’t deserve
any of this. Jaime wasn’t exactly sure how much of this the young teen could
take.
“Now that I have gathered information I need from you,” the scientist looks
pointedly at Jaime. “I can conduct research on you, speedster,” she walks over
to Bart and lifts his chin. The inhibitor collar hung heavily around his neck.
“I wonder how you react in the cold, hm? You speedsters seem to be a real
problem for our cause, as of late. We can’t have you time traveling around like
this, our plans are already set in motion.” She drops his chin rather
forcefully and Jaime glares such a glare, Batman would be proud.
A few tears sting Bart’s eyes from the dull yet vicious pain he’s in, but he
refuses to let them fall. He simply swallows and waits silently as the
scientist adjusts a slider on her screen.
The effect is instant. Bart’s body temperature decreases, and he’s left
shivering intensely. He sets his jaw and waits for sleep to take him once more.
The scientist quickly adjusts the levels on Bart’s collar, allowing the
biological levels of his speed work by not his physical. She records different
readings of his vitals, testing how long it takes for his body to return to
normal temperature. She continues this over and over, leaving Jaime cringing
and looking away each time.
After the fourth cycle of extreme cold, Jaime turns his head towards her. “Why
are you doing this?” He barks angrily. She ignores him. “I already gave you the
information you need! Stop hurting him!”
“There is no limit to the amount of information we must amass,” she says, not
bothering to look at Jaime. “Speedsters are one of our most dangerous enemies.
We must know their weaknesses and exploit them.”
Bart wants to die. He wants the lady to stop and he wants the never ending pain
to go away. He closes his heavy eyelids and bites down on his lip in an attempt
to stop himself from shivering uncontrollably. It doesn’t work.
There’s this helpless, powerless feeling in Jaime’s gut that makes him nauseous
as he looks at Bart. Tears spill down Jaime’s cheeks. He can’t trade places
with him. He can’t do anything but watch uselessly. He can’t say anything to
make it better, to make it stop. His arms thrash around, ultimately doing
nothing but bringing himself pain.
The scientist taps another button on her screen and drags her finger across it
a few times in separate places.
Three droids appear from the wall to Jaime’s left, one carrying a syringe, one
carrying some sort of knife, and one carrying what Jaime assumes to be a
blowtorch. His eyes widen and he starts shouting at the scientist, threatening
her in between pleads to stop.
The cold stops for good, Bart knows, but when he sees the droids come flying
in, dread sinks like a stone in his stomach. He yanks on the chains— his first
full-effort attempt at escape since they were put on. The speedster tries
kicking, but the chains pull his limbs apart further and he can barely move
without overstraining a muscle.
Bart begins hyperventilating when the droid with the syringe flies closer, eyes
wide and pupils dilated with pure terror. He can barely hear Jaime’s screams at
the lady to stop over the rush of blood in his ears. He closes his eyes, sure
the sight of a needle being stuck in his flesh would make him throw up
instantly. There’s a sharp prick, then for a brief moment, nothing happens.
Then Bart starts screaming.
Jaime looks away before he sees Bart start to scream his lungs out, the sound
ringing painfully in his ears. It ripped from his throat in raw pain and this
time it doesn’t even break. It keeps going on and on and Jaime doesn’t think
Bart can keep on screaming but he does.
Cold metal meets the sides of Jaime’s head and yanks his head up to stare right
at Bart. His pupils were dilated too much and his skin turned an pale green.
Jaime doesn’t know what is going on with Bart. The speedster thrashes violently
as if he’s having a seizure, tears streaming down his face and falling onto the
floor. Bart looks suddenly like he’s malnourished, his body using everything it
had in attempt to rid his body of the poison.
Jaime’s crying too. He’s sobbing as he watches his friend be tortured and put
through hell. The droid with the syringe leaves, and Jaime guesses that now
Bart’s speed will help his immune system recover from whatever they forced into
his frail body.
The red hot pain that was tearing its way mercilessly through Bart dies down
agonizingly slow. He’s still crying after the effects fade, his body convulsing
with each sob. He tries holding his breath to smother any more hiccups, and
partially succeeds.
The second robot flies up next, whirring softly. Bart knows better than to beg,
but he had almost considered it multiple times now. It won’t do him any good.
He’s learned from the future that The Reach doesn’t care what anyone thinks or
feels but themselves. At the very most, Bart and Jaime’s torturer would be
amused he would make any plead at all.
Jaime can’t watch any longer. He wants this all to end. He hears Bart cry out
when the flame the droid holds gradually sears into Bart’s arm. He hears Bart’s
kicking against the restraints and hears a sick pop of a joint and Jaime’s eyes
open again. He wishes Bart would just pass out already.
“You’re going to rip his arms off! Dios mios, Bart, lo siento,” He cries, sorry
for everything that's happening. He doesn’t have much to be sorry for, but this
somehow all feels like Jaime’s fault, and he’s sure that it is.
Jaime doesn’t know if he has any hope left. He’s positive Bart doesn’t have any
will left in him. But there’s a creaking at the sliding door into the room they
are in and Jaime looks over. The scientist’s eyes narrow and she taps
vigorously on her screen but it’s not enough. The door prys open with a loud
boom once they are apart. Jaime doesn’t see anyone there. He feels himself
shouting, but he doesn’t know who he’s shouting for.
The scientist falls to the ground and is tossed to the side of the room,
hitting a containment pod hard.
“Miss Martian!” Jaime exclaims and sure enough, the Martian herself appears
before them. Her hands fly up to her mouth when she looks at Bart and trembles.
Miss Martian lifts her hand and sweeps it to the side, and the two droids go
slamming into the wall. She rushes forward, examining Bart first since he
looked in worse shape. She rips the chains from their places on the ceiling and
floor, then untangles them from Bart’s ankles and wrists. Despite being laid on
the floor gently, he groans in pain. “Sorry,” Me’gan murmurs softly.
“Are you okay?” she asks Jaime, releasing him from the metal cuffs with some
difficulty. Bart and his’ inhibitor collars fall to the floor with a clang.
Not meaning to ignore her question, Jaime stumbles to Bart, pain shooting up
his legs. He kneels next to Bart and rests a hand on his head, brushing back
the matted hair from his eyes. His eyes cloud with more tears but he pushes
them away because everything’s over now.
“I’ll be okay, but Bart needs—where’s the ship?” he asks hurriedly, not sure
when reinforcements would arrive to the room.
“It’s a little far,” Me’gan says. “Are you sure you can carry Bart all the way
there?”
Jaime nods. “My suit should be back up in running—”
Affirmative.
“I’ll fly him there. Go help the others, I don’t know where they are, but they
have to be somewhere around here,” Jaime says hastily, gently scooping Bart up
into his arms after his Blue Beetle armor covers his body. He looks down at
Bart sadly, the boy’s arm at a sickly angle from the stretching.
“Go straight down the right, take a left, and in five sectors they should be
waiting at the ship,” Me’gan explains quickly. “I’ll go get Beast Boy.”
He wastes no time getting out of that room. Jaime flies as quick as he can
without jostling Bart too much. He does his best dodging any passer-byers and
then turns a sharp left. He starts looking for the ship and Khaji tells him
when to stop. He trips to the ground and enters the ship quickly, Batgirl
meeting him almost immediately.
“He’s badly hurt, internally and externally. Where—“ She directs Jaime to a
small cot to set him down in and he lays the speedster down, propping his head
up with jackets he finds lying around..
Bart knows in his mind the torture is over. The torture is over and Jaime is
with him, but it still hurts. He stifles a whine and reaches for Jaime.
Jaime lets his armor around his hands and face retract, taking Bart’s hand in
his. He studies the badly bruised wrist compared to his own, both purple and
red from the cuffs. He rubs his thumb over Bart’s knuckles, sadly looking at
him. “I know you hurt a lot, but you’ll get better now. We’ll get back to base
soon.. wherever that is,” he sighs, offering a small smile.
Bart’s fingers curl slightly around Jaime’s hand. It’s warm and Bart wishes he
could hug him. He nods at Jaime’s reassuring words and returns the small smile.
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Do you want to try and sleep?” Jaime suggests to him, seeing the tiredness in
Bart’s eyes. “I’ll stay right here with you, if you want me to,”
Bart nods again. He relaxes fully against the cot and releases a long breath
through his nose. He closes his eyes, hand still in Jaime’s.
~0~
Somehow everyone made it back to base alive. It wasn’t exactly much of a base,
more or less like a hideout thrown together so that the team could still have a
secure(ish) place to meet.
Trying his best not to wake Bart up, Jaime scoops him once more in his arms and
brings him inside. He’s directed to the med-bay and sets Bart down in one of
the beds, taking a seat to the left of his bed and starts wrapping him up a
little bit before Dick enters the room.
“He’s out cold,” Dick points out and chuckle. He walks around to the other side
of the bed, propping it up to straighten Bart into an upright position. He
doesn’t seem to like this and starts grunting and coughing for a few seconds
before groaning a little bit in his sleep. “He may have something broken in
there,” Dick murmurs, pressing his fingers lightly against Bart’s rib cage in
different areas.
“It should heal though, right?” Jaime asks anxiously. “He was hurt so much, I
think his body is struggling to heal even with his superspeed.
Dick nods after a second's hesitation. “I’m going to hook him up to the IVs and
that should give his body the nutrients it needs to have his speed and
regeneration properly do its job. And rest, he needs lots of rest.” he
explains, moving to get what he needs from the cabinets and containers in the
room.
Jaime fidgets his hands, looking down at Bart. He doesn’t exactly need Bart to
be awake for when Nightwing puts the IV needles in him. He takes hold of the
younger’s hand and holds it with both of his. “It’s good to know that he’ll be
okay,” Jaime decides after a minute.
“Which leaves you,” Dick says, looking at Jaime from over his shoulder. Jaime
shakes his head.
“They didn’t hurt me like they hurt Bart. I’m fine compared to him.” he sighs,
tracing the lines on Bart’s palm with his finger. The bruise on Bart’s wrist
looked slightly swollen and probably hadn’t improved since when he first got
it.
“If you say so,” Dick says. “If you need anything, just ask.” He exits the
room.
The silence in the room is only broken by Bart and Jaime’s steady breaths once
Dick leaves. Jaime looks down at Bart’s soft hand and drops his head, barely
squeezing his fingers around the speedster’s hand.
There was still a knot in his stomach that never went away from earlier and he
sighs quietly then draws in another breath. He can’t get over the feeling of
not having anything to breath in, suffocating slowly in that room.
“I can’t believe you had to go through that,” Jaime whispers to the air, voice
weak.
Jaime brings Bart’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly. “You
shouldn’t have…” he trails off sadly.
He sits by Bart’s cot, holding his hand and watching him sleeping peacefully
until he falls asleep too, head resting on the side of the cot.

~0~
Traumatic experiences make for horrible nightmares, and Bart isn’t a stranger
to horrible nightmares or traumatic experiences.
Plenty and most of his nightmares consist of his family or friends being
slaughtered and executed by the reach. Being tortured. Trapped and captured.
He’s had countless nightmares about dying or being badly hurt and unable to run
away. Blue Beetle—Future, bad Blue Beetle would make frequent visits to these
vivid dreams. They troubled Bart almost as much as the real thing.
He doesn’t think he’s ever had a nightmare with Jaime in it, though. That’s
new.
To the left of Bart, separated by a sort of glass wall, expands a large table
that lay under a piercing fluorescent light. Rows and rows of tools, weapons,
needles, blades and more were lined up perfectly almost the wall. Menacingly,
threateningly.
Another glass wall separates the speedster from a large computer, screens and
technology spread everywhere. They stretched to the right further until it
looked to merge into the wall.
Now Bart starts to look around quicker, taking in his surroundings anxiously.
Where am I? Where did—where is everyone? He scoots backwards, head hitting
another glass wall. Was he in a container? The only two sides that aren’t made
of glass are the tops and bottoms, made of some dark metal. Bart’s back presses
up against the glass, knees drawing up to his chest.
His knees hit a collar.
He gasps quietly, eyes going down to the clunky technology around his neck. The
breath is held in his lungs for a while until his chest starts to burn so he
lets it out hurriedly. Bart reminds himself that freaking out won’t help him.
He needs to think right now.
“Bart?” A familiar voice calls from behind Bart and the boy jumps slightly,
head thumping against the top of the box. He turns around and then presses
himself to the glass with wide eyes. His palms and fingertips press to the
glass as he struggles for words.
“Bart, stay calm. I’m going to get you out of there, hermano.” Jaime commands
levely. He steps forward cautiously, his metal armor clanking against the dark
polished floor. Bart nods but still remains pressed against the glass as Jaime
appears to chat with his scarab. His right arm morphs to a power drill looking
thing and he beckons for Bart to back up slightly to the opposite side. He
obeys and watches nervously as Jaime drills into the glass, moving it along the
edges, all around. It barely makes a scratch on the glass.
The lights in the room dim red, everything going dark and unlit. Bart’s eyes
widen and Jaime stops drilling.
Subtle siren noises blare from outside and Jaime opens his mouth to speak but
as he does there’s a loud creak above Bart’s glass container. Bart looks up,
despite not being able to see anything.
A small latch opens in the top of the container and Bart looks at Jaime,
confused. The teen seemed to have the same expression.
“What—“ Bart’s voice breaks when murky water starts to pour from the hole,
splashing up into his Impulse suit.
Bart skitters to the side of the glass container quickly, barely avoiding being
splashed on by the water, foggy with filth. It pools at his feet, then his
ankles, slowly rising.
“Jaime!” he says, heart pounding furiously in his chest. “Get me out!”
Jaime, suddenly seeming to move in slow motion, starts slamming different
things at the glass but with no change, but swears that it only made he water
gush from its hole faster than before. Bart whines out a breath shakily. He can
feel a panic attack coming on and it was getting harder to breath. Maybe he was
being deprived of oxygen again...
“Hang in there, Bart! I’m gonna get you out.” Jaime’s two hands morph into
sharpened hammers and he swings them hard against the glass. The sound of
vibration fills the inside of the container and Bart winces from the amplified
sound being contained in the walls. Jaime groans and attempts this with more
and more of his weapons. The water rises up to Bart’s knees now and he can
already feel his legs turning to mushy jello in the disgusting water he’s
standing in.
Jaime’s arms morph into a plasma cannon. They glow in anticipation and Bart
looks at him with fearful eyes. “Stand out of the way,” Bart doesn’t have to be
told twice. He’s pressing himself up against the left glass wall as he watches
Jaime blast with everything he’s got at the unbreakable glass. The blast comes
but with no reaction. Jaime tries again. And again, each time amping up the
power on his cannon. Bart, with the sinking realization that this glass is not
breaking, falls down into the water, unable to stand any longer. He crawls over
to Jaime, asking him to stop, it’s useless.
“¡No, nunca!” He cries, trying to beat on the glass.
Bart’s lips tremble and he presses his wet fist to the glass, murky water up to
his chest now. “Blue,” he whispers, trying to catch Jaime’s eyes. “It’s okay.”
It’s not okay, they both know. And Jaime will make sure Bart hears it.
Jaime shakes his head, dropping to his knees in front of Bart, resting his hand
where Bart’s is on the thick glass separating them. “No. It’s not.”
“No, it’s not,” Bart echos, eyes watering. The water is at his neck. “...Love
ya, Blue.”
“You too,” Jaime says as the water reaches Bart’s chin. The speedster takes a
deep breath as it rises above his mouth and nose and swallows his head.
He stares blankly at Jaime through the murky water. It’s dark and blurry and
Bart can hardly make out the silhouette of his best friend. He can see Jaime is
talking, but the water somehow blocks any noise.
Bart closes his eyes and breathes in the water. It burns in his lungs and as he
coughs to expel it, bubbles fly to the surface and more water comes rushing in.
He’s going to die, he realizes despairingly as his vision goes dark around the
edges. He’s going to die without ever telling Jaime he was in love with him…
Bart jolts upright in his bed, gasping and unable to catch his breath.
Jaime is startled awake as Bart moves suddenly, the sound of his harsh
breathing filling the room. “Bart!” Jaime exclaims, squeezing the younger boy’s
hand slightly. “Breathe, hermano. Just breathe. It’s okay, it was just a bad
dream.”
Attempting to calm down doesn’t quite work for Bart. He makes a strangled sob
noise, sucking in and holding his breath for a few agonizing seconds. He looks
over at Jaime with teary eyes and the teen holds his hand tighter.
“You’re safe, Bart. Nada puede hacerte daño ahora,” Jaime tells him softly.
Bart has no idea what that means, but doesn’t have the air in his lungs to ask.
Instead, he focuses on breathing like Jaime told him. He takes a deep breath
in, holds it for a few seconds, then breaths out. A few tears trail down Bart’s
face, and his shoulders shake as he attempts to keep in his sobs. The sudden
motion makes some of the pain that hadn’t been healed by his regeneration
factor flare up, and he whimpers softly.
Jaime reaches out and brushes the cold tears away from Bart’s cheeks, turning
closer to him. Wide green eyes stare widely at Jaime, fear swimming frantically
in them. He lets his hand linger around the speedster’s right jawline and draws
Bart closer.
“It’s okay,” Jaime murmurs, voice soothing and warm. “You don’t have to keep
trying to hold it in..” He can see that Bart is struggling to keep himself
quietly together and it pains Jaime.
Bart reaches forward when Jaime turns toward him slightly, arms outstretched in
a silent plea. Jaime allows the speedster to wrap his arms around his torso,
and Bart cries into the older boy’s shoulder for a few minutes. He still feels
like he can’t breath, so he forces himself to continue taking steady breaths.
Other than a few hiccups interrupting his breathing, Bart mostly succeeds.
Each time Bart hiccups, Jaime rubs his hand over his back in wide circles until
the spasms stop all together. His other arm rests protectively around Bart’s
barrow shoulders and he presses the younger close. With his chin resting on
Bart’s head, Jaime breathes calmly and deeply to let Bart try to mimic the
steady breaths.
He doesn’t speak for a while, neither of them do. Jaime listens for any more
crying sounds or sobs, and can only hear Bart’s sniffles after some time. Jaime
asks quietly, and mostly into Bart’s hair; “Do you feel better?”
“A-a little,” Bart manages, voice unsurprisingly hoarse. “T-thanks.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Jaime breathes out a laugh that could barely be
heard. He entangles his hand in the soft strands of auburn hair on the back of
Bart’s hand and gently combs through it. “You’d be here for me, so I’m here for
you,” Jaime reminds the younger. All someone really needs is another person to
fall into when things get too much. When things are overwhelming or something
is too traumatic, you need someone there for you, and Jaime knows that Bart
desperately needs someone like that. Embracing each other is really all they
need and Jaime couldn’t be more thankful to have Bart there to fall into as
well.
Bart wants to stay like this forever, warm in Jaime’s embrace. He prolongs the
moment as long as he can, then pulls slightly away rather abruptly. He notices
how gross he’d made Jaime’s sweater with all his crying, and winces slightly.
“Uh, sorry. About your jacket.”
Jaime almost sighs from Bart’s warmth distancing, then looks down at his
sweater. There wasn’t much apart of him that bothered to care so he shrugs a
tiny bit. “Está bien,” Jaime responds without hesitation. He just wants Bart to
be close to him again and keeps his arms still slightly outstretched. “Also,
you don’t have to be sorry,” he offers a subtly caring smile and adds, “It’s
just tears anyways.”
Bart accepts the hug, this time placing his head on Jaime’s opposite shoulder.
“And snot,” he adds with a snicker.
Another little laugh brushes past Jaime’s lips and he tilts his head to the
side so that his cheek presses against Bart’s temple.
“Well that’s gross, but I guess it’s okay just this once,” He feels his smile
stay on his lips as he speaks, content with having his arms around Bart again.
Jaime absently wonders if this is all okay: hugging for this long and being
this close. He knows Bart’s a touchy person in general but wasn’t too sure if
this was pushing it or if the speedster was really sore and still hurt from
earlier.
“Thank you. I know you said I don’t have to thank you but… Thanks for being
here,” Bart murmurs into Jaime’s hoodie. “I didn’t really have friends back in
the future and I wasn’t expecting to make any here, so… this was a surprise. A
good one! A really good one. And you’re
reallyniceandfunnyandiwasntexpectingthatfromthepersoniwassentheretostop but—
you are! I’m really glad you aren’t the biggest baddest big bad I was
anticipating ‘cause you’re… really…”
Jaime listens intently, amused with Bart’s sleepy ramblings. When he stops
short, trailing off mid sentence, Jaime waits for him to continue but hears
Bart’s even breathing and looks down at him to find that he’s sound asleep. He
fell asleep on my shoulder, mid sentence Jaime thinks with a smile. He didn’t
quite expect to hear that he’s a surprise to the speedster from the future, but
is still happy that his is.
He shifts carefully so that both Bart and himself are back is against the
pillows of the bed. Jaime adjusts Bart as slowly and as movement free as
possible to lay him down more, head resting over Jaime’s chest. He rests his
right arm over Bart’s shoulder blades and lets his left hand rest at his side.
With a sigh, Jaime looks down at Bart. He notes that he sleeps with his head
tucked in a little, like he wants to curl up. Stray strands of hair fall over
his face that’s slightly scrunched up at his nose and it all makes Jaime smile
to himself.
“Buenas noches, Bart,” Jaime yawn-whispers, learning down to press a small kiss
to the crown of Bart’s head. There’s still a small, warm smile on Jaime’s face
as he lets his head fall back against the pillow, falling asleep almost
instantly from exhaustion.
***** Snark Lords (DamiLor) *****
Chapter by desolationofzara
Chapter Summary
     Jon just wants his best friends, Damian and Lor-Zod, to get along
Chapter Notes
     desolationofzara as Damian
     jacksonnw as Lor-Zod
     (Note: Lor-Zod/Chris Kent is kinda OOC, we wanted Rebirth Lor Zod (ie
     Murder Baby), but we kinda sprinkled in some of the Pre N52 Chris
     Kent in there too)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Damian sat across from the boy who recently fell to earth. With his stupid flat
dark hair, a Z shaved into the side of it. And his pale, sickly, smooth, skin.
He looked like a malnourished chucky doll with a God complex. He made Damians
blood boil.
"And just what the  hell  do  you  think you're doing here? Crashing me and
Jon’s date? Take rejection like a man, Zod. Groveling isn't cute." Damian
snarled
"Excuse me! Jon invited ME here, bat brat, so why don't you fly back to your
damn cave. Oh wait, YOU CAN'T FLY YOU MORTAL!"
God Damian got on Lor's nerves. Who does he think he is, forcing his way in
between Lor and Jon. If Lor didn't know how much Jon cared for the demon, he'd
teach the kid a lesson or two in how Kyrptonians deal with disrespect.
"I'd like to see how well you fly when kryptonite is shoved up your a-"
A familiar ringtone cut off his sentence. He looked up and grinned evilly at
the other boy, "Oh look who it is, it's Jon. Calling  me  and  not you.  It's
most likely to tell me that he's running a little late for  our  date. Run
along, edge lord. You're not wanted here."
Damian swiped his thumb across the phone, "Hello Jonathan." he smirked,
throwing a glare to a moping Lor Zod.
"Hey Damian!"
"Where are you habibi?"
"Im at home!"
"At  hom- , wait? What's going on?"
"Listen. Lor just got here and he's gotta get acclimated to living on Earth and
not  destroying it."
"Okayyyy?"
"And you two are just so similar that I just figured that maybe you can show
him around the city? Like how you did with me all those years ago?"
Damian feels like he's just been sucker punched.
"W hat?! "
"You know! Grab a bite to eat, show him the city!"
"Id rather break my own legs, Kent." Lor sneered from across the table.
"Id rather break his legs too." Damian grumbled.
"And hasn't anyone ever told you its  rude  to use your super hearing on
conversations that dont pertain to you?" Damian scowled as he held a hand to
the microphone.
"Both of you, cut it out now. I want my two besties to become friends so you
are both at least going to give this a try."
Jon rarely got assertive like this, so Damian and Lor both knew not to mess
with him on this one. No matter how much they hated each other, neither wanted
to see an angry, or even worse, a sad Jon.  Lor couldn't believe he was even
considering it, but he really didn't want Jon to be mad at him. How bad could
one night with Damian actually be, if Jon had been putting up with the brat for
6 years.
"Ill try it if you will demon spawn. I'm not gonna like it, but it's for Jon."
But it's for Jon  replayed in Damians head over and over.
Who the Hell did this kid think he was! He's barely been on Earth for a MONTH,
and it's only been Jon this, and Jon that. HE'S TAKEN.
"Of course," Damian replied calmly, "anything to keep you happy Jonathan. Or
from those deadly puppy eyes."
"Great! Well, have a great night! And remember I have super hearing!" Jon
giggled before hanging up.
What a sneaky jerk. Maybe he could fool Jon, but Lor saw right through Damian's
calm demeanor.
Two can play at this game, he thought to himself.
"So, where do want to go Damian, you know the city better than I do after all."
Damian has been through a lot of lessons through his training with the league.
The main one drilled through his head for ten years was to learn your enemies
weaknesses at the earliest point in time to use it against them. He's noticed
how sitting in this slightly crowded restaurant has put Zod on guard, more so
than usual. His eyes flicking everywhere, mainly towards the exits, his breath
picking up in the smallest of ways. 
Perhaps his time in the phantom zone has made him phobic of large crowds.  He
thought suppressing a grin.

 "Well, I was planning on taking Jon. But there is a...  party  of sorts on the
coast of Metropolis. Would you care to accompany me,  Your Highness? " Damian
gave a mock bow for flourish
"A party?"
Lor did not do parties. Ever since the phantom zone, he didn't even really do
people. That's what he loved about Jon. He didn't have to tell him, didn't have
to explain his fears and insecurities. Jon just got it, and did everything in
his power to make Lor feel comfortable. Of course the demon spawn would try to
do the exact opposite, but Lor wouldn't let him win that easy. He would do
whatever it takes to prove to Jon  how much he values his friendship, even if
he had to face his deepest and darkest fears.
"Sure Damian," Lor said sweetly, "A party sounds lovely."
Damian couldnt hide the feral grin that split his face. That Zod child may
think he's fooling him, but he knows as soon as it gets down to it, he'll be a
mess. Damian stood and pointed to the exit, "Shall we then?"
Damian and Lor made their way over to the exit as they bumped into the most
unlikely company.
"Drake." He hissed out, seeing his brother block the way.
"Thought you were on a date with Jon?" He chortled, glancing at the other
kryptonian. "Get your supers mixed up?"
"I would rather drink bleach than  ever  go on a date with  that. "
Tim just smirked, "Well, I hope you two  bond , or whatever the hell Jon wants
to accomplish with you two being left alone together. Just try not to blow up a
city block."
"If we do it will be entirely  his  fault and only done to interrupt your date
with  the clone. " Damian sniffed as he turned and walked out of the door
Ugh. Timothy fucking Drake.  Lor thought venomously.
If Damian wasn't such an insufferable asshat, Tim would take the cake for his
least favorite bat. The kid tried to throw him in jail,justbecause of his last
name.
What Lor didn't expect was for Damian to tense up almost as much as he did when
Tim walked in. And they definitely did not like each other based on the
conversation he just heard.
"What? You hate Tim too?"
"Drake and I have a long history, a history that's none of your damn business."

"Hey, that ass tried to lock me away. Said I was a threat to Jon's safety. You
know what, I'm gonna show him just how threatening I can really be." Lor turned
around to go back inside and have a nice Kryptonian chat with Tim, when Damian
grabbed his arm.
"Don't you dare," he seethed, "I get to fight with my brother, me, not you. You
lay a hand on him and I'll shove kryptonite so far up your ass, you'll be
drooling it tomorrow morning."
 Lor stopped dead in his tracks. Sure he could take Damian down without
breaking a sweat, but the raw emotion in Damian's voice surprised him.
"Jeez calm down bat freak, Jon said to play nice tonight. Let's just go this
party you were talking about." Lor almost respected Damian for standing up for
his family, almost.
Damian snapped like a rubber band that has been stretched to far.  Lor Zod can
throw any threats he wants his way, but he better stay the  hell  away from his
family.
Damian grunted and shoved Lor away.
"Besides. You wouldn't get far with his beefcake of a boyfriend nearby, trust
me. Ive tried it." Damian said, walking towards the fair that wasn't too far
from their location.
"How are he and Jon even related?" Lor wondered.
"Trust me, I've asked myself that question since I met Jon and I still don't
have an answer. I almost feel sorry for Drake that he's dating the oaf."
Lor never knew that Damian hated someone else besides him. They'd always been
so busy fighting each other or fighting for Jon's attention, they'd never
actually had a real conversation. Sure, Jon had told him a little about Damian
before they first met, but he didn't know a single other thing about the guy.
"Well lucky for us Jon is such a catch."
"Lucky 'us'? You mean lucky me. Jon just feels bad you showed up here by
yourself and he's too nice to tell you."
Lor can't help the tears starting to form in his face. He swore he wouldn't let
Damian get to him, but here he was crying like a child. What if it was true.
What if Jon only felt sorry for him and that's why he let him hang around. Lor
ran into the nearest alleyway just to get away from Damian.
"Sorry Jon," he whispered, "I tried. I really did, but I can't do this. I just
can't."
Damian heard the words leave his mouth and cringed as he said them. Damian
snapped his head to the side and Lor Zod had big fat tears welling in his
chocolate brown eyes.
His mouth jaw fell open and was about to apologize before he used his super
speed to run away.
"Oh fuck me." Damian sighed.
 Jon was going to  kill  him.
Damian ran into the dark ally. "LOR! LOR I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! GET OVER HERE!
YOU CAN'T JUST  RUN OFF  LIKE THAT!"
Damian waited a beat and looked around.
"Lor if you come back right now I wont call Jon and tell him you  abandoned  me
on the road."
"Will you also tell him what you said?" a voice sneered above him. Damian
exhaled and looked up. Rivers of tears streamed down the boys cheeks and
Damians gut churned uncomfortably.
"Yes, because what I said was not appropriate and I apologize. It is a knee
jerk reflex to be protective over Jon and I reacted badly. Im... sorry." Damian
said to the now glowing red eyes.
" Possessive  is more like it."
Damian shrugged, "I won't deny that. I am possessive over Jon. He's my best
friend and I want him at my side at all times. I've... never had a best friend
before Jon."  The more he spoke, the more Lor Zod floated to the floor.
"Perhaps... we share... a mutual... insecurity."
"I have no inse-"
"Save the spiel alien, you just ran off crying."
Lor pouted as his feet were planted firmly on the ground.
Lor felt Damian grab his shoulders and steady him on the ground. He's never
gotten this upset, not with his parents and not with Jon. But somehow, Damian,
the jerk who literally just made him cry, is the one to bring him back down,
the one to pull him out of his own head.
"Thanks Damian, I know this isn't easy for you, having me suddenly in your and
Jon's lives, but it's not easy for me either. I came from a place where I had
no one. Not a single person. But then Jon pulled me out, he gave a chance at a
life, he gave me a friend. You don't have to like me, not even for Jon, but as
long as he'll have me, I'm going to be a part of his life."
Lor took a deep breath. He had no idea where all of that came from, but once he
started, he couldn't stop. Maybe, as unlikely as it seemed, he and Damian could
find some common ground. The one thing he knew for sure that they'd always
agree on is Jon.
Kryptonians, as a whole, seem to overshare their feelings  Damian figured,
holding the boy at arms length only to keep him from flying off again.  Damian
awkwardly patted Lors back. Jon was the one who was better with the feelings
and emotions, even after all their years of partnership together.
"Im sure i'll get used to you." Damian blurted and the boy with the huge brown
eyes looked up at him.
Damn these Kryptonians for having eyes that take up half their face!
"Just... don't expect me to hug and kiss you now that we've made up." Damian
smirked.
"Kiss me?! In your dreams Damian!"
Even as he said it, Lor couldn't help but picture kissing Damian, if only for a
moment. He couldn't help himself. Sure, if you told him yesterday he'd be
thinking about Damian Wayne, he'd have heat blasted you into a wall. But dammit
if that smirk didn't make Lor's face heat up.
"All right enough of this feelings crap. We already have one sappy Kryptonian,
and I'm not looking to become the second. Let's get to this party of yours."
Lor did not frequent Damians dreams, maybe his nightmares, but not his dreams.
But if that shy pink blush happened to worm its way into his subconscious, he
wouldn't complain. 
Lor wiggled out of his grip and walked out of the ally way.
"It's not a party, per say. More of a fair. Has Jon told you about them?" he
grinned, calculating what to say to make that cute blush appear across the boys
cheeks. "Unless you  want  to go to a party, I can take you back to Gotham and
show you a good time."
Was Damian Wayne hitting on him?
Damian.
Wayne.
Wow.
Lor froze, he opened and closed his mouth but no words came out. If he was
blushing before,  he looked like a tomato now after that comment. The worst
part was, a part of him wanted to go back to Gotham with Damian, wanted to be
shown a good time.
Get a grip, Lor, he's probably just teasing you, it is Damian after all. Lor
tried to compose himself and turned to look at Damian,
"Jon's talked my ear off about the fair. Besides, Gotham's too far." he added
meekly, the blush never leaving his face.
Damian shrugged, not to let his disappointment come to the surface.  If he was
being honest with himself, he wouldn't know what to do if Lor said yes.
Granted, he was fairly better looking than when they were squabbling over Jon.
But not good looking enough to let him reach any farther than first base
without a date.
Although the way his cheeks resembled the color of his adoptive father cape
was  pretty cute.
"Another time then." Damian grinned, the words coming out more sultry than he
intended them to be.
Holy fuck. Damian was definitely hitting on him, no two ways about it.
And he liked it.
Lor wanted to flirt back but he didn't want to sound like an idiot.
Ugh, why isn't there a self help book for growing up isolated in the phantom
zone?! He could really use that right about now! 
Wait a minute, so maybe he couldn't flirt like Damian Wayne, but damn it all if
he was going to freeze and do nothing.
 Lor could see the outline of the fair in the distance and saw his opening. He
grabbed Damian's hand and pulled him down the sidewalk.
Damian allowed the kryptonian to grab his hand hand yank him towards the fair.
Jons done it more than enough times in the past.
"Didn't take you to be this excited for it." Damian chuckled.
Why oh why did the universe hate him like this. Lor might as well color in his
face with a red marker because if Damian kept this up all night, he'd
permanently turn red. He did notice that Damian didn't protest when Lor grabbed
his hand, in fact, based on the grin on his face, he seemed to like it. Now
that he was feeling confident, Lor decided it was time for him to flirt back.
Damian didn't get to have all the fun.
"Excited? I'm just dying to see it, Damian," Lor winked at Damian, and he could
hear his heart speed up.
Well  that  was unexpected  Damian thought as Lor shot him a wink. Damian
thanked the high heavens for his tan skin and how it took a lot to make him
blush, but he doubted he could hide his racing heart from the sensitive
kryptonian senses.
"Well then, lets look around." Damian stuttered. He showed the front gates the
tickets that he paid for in advance and they both boys in, giving them a
handful of tickets.
"They're for the booths and food. Certain places allow for a certain amount of
tickets to be used. If you run out, I have cash on me so that we can buy more."
Damian said.
"Do you have anything lower than a 100?" Lor snorted, looking around the bright
lights.
Damian tried to ignore the butterflies growing in his stomach as the fair
lights twinkled in his dark eyes, like the stars above them. The wonder in his
soft small smile, one he reserves for the people hes closest to. Damian
understands that part.
"I'll take your silence as a no." the boy grinned, "Don't worry, rich boy. I
have cash on me too."
Damian tried not to trip over his words going with a safe ">TT<"
"So can we grab something to eat? I'm starving." Lor glanced at Damian and
realized he wasn't paying attention to a word he said.
He grabbed Damian's arm playfully, "Hey batboy, come on, don't zone out on me
now." He really didn't think he could have this much of an affect on Damian,
the guy never seemed phased by anything.
He damn near choked on his spit when Lor turned to look at him with a smirk and
half lidded eyes.

"B-batboy? Oh God, not you too." Damian tried to laugh as the other boy dragged
him away.  "Also  Supey  you're going the wrong way, food is in the opposite
direction."
 Damian entwined his fingers in Lors and led him the other way.
Weird. His hands are cold. Jon's are always warm  he thought, unconsciously
stroking the boys smooth thumb with his own calloused one.
Lor was more than happy to let Damian take the lead. The farther they got into
the fair, the more people he saw and the more panicked he was getting. The only
thing keeping him from flying away was Damian's hand grasping his own. No
wonder Jon always put up with Damian's crap, underneath the hard shell he
worked so hard to keep up, Damian would never let anything hurt him. Lor felt
safe with Damian, like it was just the two of them.
Damian pulled Lor towards a crowded restaurant at the fair; people were sitting
on top of people and Damian could feel Lor become a statue behind him. His
breathing picked up, and if he had kryptonian hearing, he could bet that his
heart was racing.
"Hey," Damian said in the softest voice he could manage. "Don't worry, we dont
have to stay here, im sure there are plenty of different places to eat."  Lor
just nodded at him, but his dark pupils were still blown.
Lor didn't want to look weak in front of Damian. Dammit he was  a
Kryptonian! He knew that none of these people could hurt him, but he still
couldn't move an inch once he saw the mass of people in the restaurant.

 "I'm sorry Damian, sorry for ruining our... whatever this is. Can we please go
somewhere quiet."
"Let's go find somewhere quiet and figure out what the hell this is." Damian
reiterated, slugging an arm around Lors shoulders. He was taller than Damian,
as all kryptonians seem to be, so it looked awkward with Damian walking next to
him on his tiptoes. It made the other boy laugh though, just like how it makes
Jon laugh when Damian does it.
Mission accomplished.  he thought as he looked around for the least crowded
area.
He never laughed like that, not even for Jon. Damian was doing something to
him, making all his fears and anxieties just wash away.  Lor never noticed how
small Damian really was. Sure he and Jon were taller, but he always figured
that it was just a Kryptonian thing. Now,  after seeing all these humans at the
fair, Lor realized that Damian was just small. And cute. The way Damian put his
arm around his shoulders make Lor's heart skip a beat. Maybe this whole thing
started with Jon forcing them to spend time together, but neither Lor nor
Damian were willing to say that it wasn't a date.
Damian found a nice little restaurant by the shore of Metropolis Bay, it looked
on the slightly pricey-er side, but nothing Damian couldnt afford. And if this
was a date, Damian will not hesitate to treat Lor to some fine dining. After
all those Kent burgers, and whatever the hell his parents fed him in the past
on that deserted planet, he deserves something nice.
"I know I told you I had cash on me, but I don't have  that much cash " Lor
chuckled behind him.
"Well, there a bank down the street, you can zoom in, lift the vault, and zoom
out."
That made Lor laugh. His laugh was by no means cute, it was loud and it sounded
more of a cough than merriment, but for some weird reason, it suited him. It
suited his personality. And Damian can be funny enough to a loner who's never
heard what real jokes are.
"I know the  son of batman  didn't just tell me to  rob a bank "
"It's okay, ill turn my head." Damian smiled with him, opening the door to the
restaurant for him.
It didn't start out that way, but Lor was now positive that this was a date.
Damian may have been joking around, but he brought Lor to a nice, quiet
restaurant that he knew would calm him down.
"Thanks Damian."
"For the door?"
"For all of this."
"Don't worry about it. If this  is  a date, I should spoil you a little,
right?" Damian smirked, asking the waiter for a booth for two.
They were lead to their table and were left alone with their menus. The
restaurant was dimly lighted, just as all fancier restaurants are, a single
candle placed in the middle.
"And if its not?" Lor smirked back. Damian watched Lor from the corner of his
eye. How the light from the candle illuminated just how long and dark his
lashes were, how the shadows seemed to cling to him and played nicely on the
contours of his face.
"Then you can thank me for treating you to  finer dining  than a homemade Kent
burger you've been subjected to."  Lor rolled his eyes, but smiled none the
less.
"And you can see what a date  is  like with me, and see what you're missing out
on." Damian added
"Hey Kent burgers are pretty... ok, you may have a point there," Lor's smile
grew even wider. Here he was with Damian, telling jokes like two normal kids.
Like friends. Except if Lor had learned anything from his short time on Earth,
it was that people don't think about their friends the way he was starting to
think about Damian. A blush started to dust Lor's face again. He just couldn't
help himself, anything Damian said only made him want more.
There was an embarrassed smile that spread across Lors face and then his menu
went up quite quickly, no doubt to possibly hide a blush.
That very cute pink blush  Damians brain supplied
Damian had to laugh at himself, not even an hour or two before he wouldve done
anything to avoid or provoke the boy, now he's unabashedly flirting with him.
Some life.
But there was more to Lor than just the surface, hes had his share of trauma,
scars, family burden, things that keep him awake at night, the title of
Nightwing. Damian knows he can most likely relate to all of the above, but
getting Lor to talk to him about it was another feat of it's own.
But he  wanted  to learn about him. Wanted it more than hes ever wanted
anything else. To have him open up to him. What his fears are, what makes him
happy, what his favorite thing about earth is, all the different planets hes
seen, what the phantom zone is like. Everything.
"You're looking at that menu very intensely." Damian opted to say instead.
Flirting was a lot easier than asking someone to talk about their feelings.
That's why he liked Jon. (Platonically speaking of course)
 Feelings poured out of Jon so easily. What made him mad, waht made him sad,
uncomfortable or scared. What made him happy. Lor was more guarded on that
front.
Lor wanted to talk to Damian, really talk to him, not just flirt (although he
learned he did love to flirt), he just didn't know how. Sharing feelings always
came so easy to Jon, but not for him. He was raised to believe that feeling
anything was a weakness and that showing those feelings would not go
unpunished.
"Maybe I think the menu's the cutest thing in the room." Lor replied. He could
do flirting, but he wanted more. He wanted someone who could truly understand
him and he had a feeling that Damian could be that person. He just didn't know
where to start.
Damian barked out a laugh, "Well, I can honestly say that this is the first
time im going to have to fight a menu over someone."
Flirting was easy, flirting didnt require deconstructing carefully placed
walls.
Damian stealthy yanked the menu out of Lors hand, he also expected Lor let him,
there was no way that he could break superstregnth that easily.
But still, Damian  wants . He really really really wants to know Lor beyond all
of this. Maybe he should text Jon for some advice.
"Damian theres something-" Lor stopped talking. He didn't even know where to
begin. What to tell Damian without him running back to Gotham as fast he could.
He knew he could say these things to Jon. Late nights at the Kent house, Jon
running his hands through his hair when Lor tells him all the feelings he held
back his whole life. Jon was easy to talk to, Damian... not so much.
"Um... I have to go to the bathroom" Lor splurged then hurried to the back of
the restaurant.
Damian nods in confusion and shoots a quick text to Jon in the meantime.
Hey, everythings going great. We know you set us up on this weird date, but not
date thing. How do I get Lor to talk to me about his feelings?
Lor started to panic. A small part of him, the part that was rooted in him by
his mother, told him that he didn't deserve someone like Damian. That he didn't
deserve anyone at all. But then the part of him that Jon helped bring out, the
part that wanted to let his feelings out, told him that he wasn't in his
mother's shadow anymore. Lor could live his life any way he wanted and he
deserved to be happy. He just had to go back out there, tell Damian everything,
and hope that Damian wanted to be with him anyway.
 
Come on Jon, reply! What the hell are you doing?!
His phone finally dinged
Damian Wayne? Talk about feelings? Is hell freezing over?
Not the time, smartass.
Lor will talk to you, trust me. Just like how you did. It wasn't that I SAID
anything. I just listened and waited for when you two eventually spoke to me
about your past. I didn't rush it, I didn't push it. You guys came to me and I
still stuck around.
Thanks Corn Cob <3
Not a problem, Bat boy <3
 
Lor looked at himself in the mirror, wiped away the tears that had started to
form, and walked back out to the table.
"Sorry for running off like that Damian, it wasn't anything you said, I
just..." Lor trailed off. He didn't know how to explain. That's not true, he
did know how, he just didn't want to push Damian away.
"I just started feeling like nothing I do now changes anything. I've made so
many mistakes, done terrible things, things I can't take back no matter how
much I want to."
Jesus, Jon wasn't wrong. Is this some sort of Kryptonian telepathy thing?
Damian jaw Lors lip start to tremble
Focus, Wayne. 
Damian reached across a table and held Lors hand. He remembered when Jon did
that when he was talking about his past how he felt at ease. The relief that
washed over him.
"Go on Lor. I know exactly what you're talking about"
Feeling Damian's hand gave Lor the courage he needed to continue.
"Some part of me knows that it wasn't my choice, that I had to do those things
to survive, but it doesn't make it any easier. I still hear their screams in my
head, I hear them begging for mercy, but worst of all, I can hear myself
cutting them down."
Damian knew the feeling  all  too well. But it wasn't his place to say anything
yet. Just sit and listen. Assure him hes not the monster he thinks he is. Tell
him everything that Damian himself wanted to be told.
The pain for Lor is still new, it's raw and festering like an open wound.
Damian squeezes his hand, harder. He doubts Lor can feel it much, but he hopes
its enough
"Then after Superman defeated my father, we were all sent to the phantom zone.
I know that he had no idea I was being forced to help my parents, but it hurt
just the same. Superman, the defender of truth and justice, was giving up on
me, locking me away and throwing out the key." Now that he's started, talking
to Damian feels natural. Lor's glad he's decided to open up because he can see
the pain in Damian's eyes. He can see that Damian's childhood was no picnic
either.
"Hey, I appreciate you wanting to listen but enough about me. I want to be here
for you too," Lor started rubbing Damian's hand reassuringly.
"Not until you finish. Tell me everything. Everything that's bothering you.
Everything you thought in the phantom zone. And trust me, you're a lot nicer
than me when I first started getting over my murderous rages."
Lors stomach growled loudly and the poor boy turned a shade of crimson.
"Lets just put story time on pause until our food get here." Damian smiles
handing lor back his menu.
"Ya I guess I'm pretty feeling pretty hungry," Lor admitted, "All this feelings
talk really wears me out. No wonder Jon is always eating." Lor looked down at
the menu to decide what he wanted to eat.  Something in the back of his head,
what he liked to call his Jon voice, reminded him that Damian was vegetarian.
Damian probably wouldn't mind if he ordered meat but he wanted to make sure.
"Damian, are you ok  if I order something with meat in it?"
"I thought Jons excuse was the he's a growing boy." Damian chuckled.  "And Im
Arab  Lor, like the first decade of my life I was pumped full of red meat. Im
not opposed to others eating meat, I just chose not to."
"I'm pretty sure the 'I'm a growing boy' excuse stops when you turn 16, but who
are we to go against Jon."  The waitress  then appeared at their table, ready
to take their order.
 "I'll have the filet please, medium." Lor said politely.
Damian had to snort at that, "The Al Forno Conchiglie please." he smiled
politely to the waitress, she went off to the back.
"You were saying, handsome?" Damian grinned to Lor
"Oh so we're using nicknames  Dami ?"
Lor was so happy just being with Damian. Talking to him, laughing with him,
looking at him. Lor could happily spend a day just looking into Damian's eyes.
Speaking of which, they were looking at him expectantly.
"Oh right, I was talking about the phantom zone. Let me just start by saying I
hope you never have to experience it. Its like being in a never ending
isolation chamber. It was horrible." Lor shivered at the memory.
"I'd start every day hoping that I would finally be rescued before remembering
that hope was useless. No one out there was looking for me, because I had no
one who even cared I was gone."
The light atmosphere that settled over them vanished to a heavier one.
"But... what about your parents? Didn;t you have the both of them with you?"
Damian blurted
"My parents..." Lor trailed off, "Well my dad went off to find the rest of his
Kryptonian army and my mom, well my mom just left. If there was no one for us
to fight, she didn't see the point of us sticking together." Lor felt the tears
starting to well up in his eyes.
"I couldn't have been more alone.
Damians heart shattered in his chest and he moved quickly and held Lor.
"When I was four years old, my mother and my grandfather left me at the bottom
of a mountain in the alps. I slipped, broke my wrist and my arm. But I had to
keep going. It was expected of me. That didn't stop the pain in my arm. Or the
fact that I  wanted  my mother around to take care of me. I was all alone.
Granted, it's not the Phantom Zone. But. I know how you feel Lor."
Damian held the boy close to his chest. He wasn't a huge hugger, just as Lor
wasn't one for overly showing emotions. But tonight is different.
Lor pulled Damian tightly to his chest, "No one should ever have to feel alone
like that" he murmured.  He and Damian stayed like that for a moment. No words,
just holding each other, taking comfort that the other had an idea of exactly
what they went through. Then Lor looked up and noticed the few other people in
the restaurant were staring at them.
"Dami, I'm all for cuddling, but maybe we can continue this once we leave the
restaurant?"
"This isn't cuddling, this is therapeutic touch." Damian said matter of factly.
In actuality, he just didn't want to let go of Lor. He wanted to stay wrapped
up in his peppermint smell; it was so fresh and strong it tickled his nostrils
everytime he took a breath in. Lors arms were strong, wrapped around his back,
comforting. Damian could honestly fall asleep like this.
He lifted his head and glared at the on lookers, who turned their gaze back to
their meals.
"But fine, if we must."
"Sorry Dami, I promise we can 'therapeutically touch' all you want later. And
its kind of nice when your bat-glare is not directed at me." Even though Damian
went back to his seat across the table, Lor made sure their hands never let go.
Damian had to smirk at that, " All I want , huh?"
"Bat boy, I don't think I could ever get tired of you touching me."
Damian chokes on his water.
"I meant cuddling Damian." Lor purred.
"That is  not  what you meant, fly boy." Damian coughs over the hammering of
his heart.
"Just shut it and eat your Telephone Corncheese thingy," Lor said, as the
waitress came over with their food.
Damian laughed at that, a hard laugh. One that made his stomach hurt. He hasnt
laughed that hard than when Grayson got drunk at christmas and fell off the
manor roof into a pile of snow.
"w-w-  WHAT  did you call it?!"
"Telephone. Corncheese." Lor stared at Damian, unblinking, "I'm sorry I don't
speak vegetarian-ese"
Damian laughed again and picked up his fork, "You're something else Zod."
"Right back atchya Wayne," Lor couldn't help a smirk from breaking through his
attempt at a stoic look. The waitress put both of their meals on the table
before hurrying away, no longer able to contain herself from laughing.
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Dinner was wonderful; he and Lor shared a dessert of tiramisu.
Now Lor had him pinned against the wall in an alleyway behind the restaurant
with his tongue down his throat. And Damian has to admit that it's the most
delicious  thing hes ever tasted.
"Thought I was supposed to you win you prizes at the fair." he gasped as Lor
bit down on his neck.
"Are you kidding, I just won the freaking lottery here," Lor moaned as Damian's
hands moved down his back.
"How do you kiss this good for someone whos been isolated for like ten years?!"
Damian blurted, running his hands under Lors shirt
"I haven't been able to think since you pulled us into the alleyway, I'm on
autopilot right now."
"Nice to know I have that effect on you." Damian chuckled as he took of Lors
shirt and kissed him again.
"Wait a minute,  I  didn't pull you into the alleyway, you  pushed me in here!
"
"Agree to disagree." With what little common sense he had left, Lor picked up
Damian and sped them back to Jon's place.
"As much as I loved where that was going, I wanted us to be somewhere a little
more private."
"We were in an alley, how much more private could you want." Damian smirked,
lining hickies down Lors neck.
"Ok maybe not private, but Jon's place is cleaner... I think. Now shirt off,
you're wearing way to much clothing for my liking."
" Jons room?!  Are you sure you're not forgetting the chips scattered across
the floor, along with the ants? Or the pile of laundry that's growing  mold? "
"Okay rich boy, we don't  all  have butlers to clean up after ourselves." Lor
rolled his eyes
"I am serious about that shirt, you know. Are you gonna take it off, or do I
have to do it for you?"
Damian gave Lor a shit eating grin and raised his hands so that the other boy
could take off his shirt for him.

 "Finally," Lor whispered in Damian's ear as he pulled his shirt over his head.
He ran his hands down Damian's chest, stopping on his abs.
Damian kissed Lor, delicately holding his wrists and dragged them down to his
hips. Lor took that as a sign to back Damian up to the bed. Damian stumbled and
fell onto the soft sheets as Lor crawled over him.
Not one to waste time, Lor bent down and kissed Damian eagerly, hands working
on unbuttoning Damian's pants as he pushed farther into his mouth.
Damian's thoughts were just a broken record of "YES! YES! YES! YES!" The
farther they went. He mirrored his movements off of the other boy, fiddling
with Lors belt and unzipping his jeans.
Lor broke the kiss and Damian quickly kicked off his shoes, while Lor took his
pants off. Lor did the same, although he gave Damian a little show while
stripping off his jeans that he  greatly  appreciated.
Before Lor could get his hands back on Damian, Jon burst into the room.
"I know I set you two up but are you fucking joking me?! Lor you have your own
room!"
Lor wasnt a person that was used to be snuck up on, kryptonian senses and
everything. But seeing Jon, also without a shirt and his pants unbuttoned,
barge in startled him so much he fell off the bed. Damian stifled a laugh in
his hand as he quickly covered himself with Jon's sheets.
"My room was too far!"
"SO YOU DECIDE TO FUCK IN  MY  ROOM! THATS GROSS! I SLEEP ON THAT BED!" Jon
yelled.
Lor open and closed his mouth trying to think of a proper comeback.
"Or, we could stop wasting time and go to  his  room." Another voice purred.
Damian snapped his head up to a shirtless Suren Darga nuzzling at Jon's ear,
then pressing kisses to his shoulder.
" SUREN?!  YOURE HOOKING UP WITH  SUREN?! " Damian screamed, looking at the
other Arab boy, aghast.
"I'm his boyfriend, Damian." Suren said with a tone that implied an eye roll,
looping his arms around Jon's waist.
With that, Suren dragged Jon off to Lor's room, leaving Damian and Lor by
themselves.
"Wait a minute! I don't want them doing anything on my bed," Lor yelled.
"You could go stop them," Damian said with a shrug,  "or,"  and then he leaned
into Lor to whisper in his ear, "you could stay right here and I'll give you
the best blowjob of your life."
Lor blinked owlishly and Damian licked his lips.
"I'm not going anywhere." Lor said as his voice cracked embarrassingly.
Damian grinned and crooked a finger towards himself.
"That's a good boy." He purred
The next thing Lor knew is that his back was against the headboard and Damian
was straddling his lap, trailing wet kisses down his jaw and neck. The lower
Damian went, the faster Lors heart raced against his chest.
Damian flicked the tip of his tongue into his belly button and Lor let out a
moan so loud it shook the house.  Damian palmed the other boys already leaking
erection as he laughed.
"We'll blame that on Jon."
"Uh huh, sure," Lor replied distractedly. He was focused on Damian's fingers
roaming along his thigh.
"Do you like that," Damian breathed as he mouthed at the tent  in Lor's boxers.
Lor could only nod in response.
Without warning, Damian yanked off Lors boxers and began to pump his member,
enjoying all the high pitched squeaks and moans coming from him.
Damian slowly popped the Lors head into his mouth, licking at his slit and
swirling his tongue around it slowly.
Damian let his tongue fall flat as he slowly enveloped more if Lors length, his
head bobbing at a tortuously slow pace. But hearing the screams and feeling the
writhing boy under him was worth every second.
Damian's mouth felt amazing, Lor just needed him to speed up. He reached down
to Damian's head and gently grabbed his hair.
"Faster, Damian," he whined.
Damian licked up the side of his shaft just as slow and enveloped him into his
mouth again, just as a big  No .
Lor tightened his hold on his hair and yanked hard.
Damian let his jaw go slack as he moaned wantonly around Lors dick.
Damian hallowed his cheeks and sucked upwards flicking his eyes up to Lor.
He was a  mess .
His cheeks were stained crimson, his black hair was tangled and knotted. His
dark eyes were screwed shut as he let out breathless moans.  Damian smiled to
himself as he sank his mouth down to the root of Lors dick.
" Damian! " Lor moaned loudly
Lor grabbed the sheets on Jon's bed till his knuckles turned white. When Damian
said he was gonna get the best blowjob of his life, he wasn't kidding. Granted,
Damian was the first person he'd ever been with, but Lor doubted anything would
ever top this.
Lor was practically  sobbing  as Damian sucked upwards and fondled his balls at
the same time.
"Damian!!! Damian, yes, yes,  please!  Yes!"

He really knows how to feed a guys ego  Damian thought, placing both of his
hands on Lors ass. Lor clenched his hand in Damian's hair and bucked his hips
into Damian's hot, wet, mouth.
He let out a loud gasp in surprise and did it again. Lor felt cold and on fire
at the same time, he could hear his heart banging in his ears. He kept
thrusting into Damian's mouth and Damian kept receiving.
Now Lor was speeding up his thrusts as the most  embarrassing  noises came out
of his mouth.
"D-damian!  Oh fuck  I think-!" Lor tried to warn.
Something deep inside him snapped and Lor let out a roar.
Damian's eyes were shut, his dark eyelashes fanned out against his tan cheeks,
a red blush spread across his cheeks. He looked so unbothered, as if there was
no place he'd rather be than in between his thighs.
Damian swallowed and sat up, looking at Lor with half lidded eyes as he wiped
the drool off of his chin with the back of his hand.
A smug look crossed Damian's features, "Now was I wron-"
He didn't have time to finish that sentence as Lor tackled him and kissed him
deeply.
As he was kissing Damian, Lor ran his hand down Damian's chest. He could feel
Damian moan when he started to palm the outline of his dick. Lor pulled away
from Damian when he felt him start to thrust up into his hand, "My turn," Lor
said with a wicked grin across his face. With that, he kissed his way down to
Damian's boxers before slowly sliding them off.
"Have you done this before?" Damian asks breathlessly, a crooked smile
stretched across his beautiful features.
"How is it that now,  of all times , you're  still  a smartass?" Lor snapped,
wrapping his fist around Damians erection and pumping slowly.
"You like it, fly boy." Damian hummed as he let his head fall back against Jons
pillows.
Lor could feel his face turn a beet red, he  did  like it. But he'd never give
Damian the satisfaction of knowing.
"Im gonna use teeth right as youre about to cum." Lor threatened.
"You wouldn't" Damian snapped his head up. Lor laughed as he kept pumping.
"Just keep in mind, they don't exactly teach these things in the Phantom Zone.
So." Lor said as he lowered his face hesitantly. Damian just groaned and
thrusted his hips upwards, bucking his hips into Lors mouth.
"Mmph-!"
"Stop. Talking." Damian moaned, a shiver running from the tips of his toes to
the top of his head when Lors tongue swirled around his length.
Lor was a natural. The way he applied pressure to all the right areas, the way
he licked and teased. This has got to be the best blowjob of  his  life.
"Lor~" Damian moaned, "Lor, don't stop. I'm  so  close."
Lor pulls off of Damians member with a wet pop. Damian moans partly because
that sound was hot as hell and partly in frustration.
He wrapped his fist around Damians member and used his super speed to get him
off.
"What are you- OH!" Damian screamed out, grabbing at the sheets and arching off
the bed. Damian screamed his voice raw as he came all over himself, Lor still
milking him through his high.
"Oops. I made a mess. Guess I should clean it up." Lor said seductively as the
licked the cooling cum off of Damians abs. Damian struggled to catch his breath
as his head swam with arousal.
Lor licked his lips and flopped down beside his lover.
"What the fuck was  that? " Damian panted when he managed to catch his breath
(and some blood returned to his brain).
Lor shrugged, "It was my turn."
"That was... very good use of your turn." Damian mumbled as he felt Lors arms
wrap around him.
"Thanks! Im glad you liked it!" Lor smirked.
"If I wasn't so tired, Id hit you with a pillow." Damian snarked, cuddling into
his warmth.
Lor kissed Damians forehead and carded his fingers through his hair.
"Jons gonna be pissed to find cum on his sheets." Damian chuckled.
"He  broke  my bed and told Suren, 'it's okay! We'll blame it on Lor!"
Damian laughed, "Well, when I wake up from my nap we can break  his  bed."
Lor smirked and held Damian to his chest. "Rest well, my love."
And like a spell, Damian fell fast asleep in Lors arms.
 
Chapter End Notes
     This is all crack. And sin.
     Im sorry.
     But Jackson is not.
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