Chapter 14: The Rose Letter

The early morning sun had only begun to peek through the dark clouds of Gotham. Damian and Jon were sound asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, both boys still bare save for the blanket the two shared.

It was.. peaceful in Damian's room, the stillness of silence brought a sense calmness. The boys stirred lightly in their sleep, they would have enjoyed the blissful existence for a few more hours, wrapped in each others arms, bodies pressed lovingly against each other.

*knock knock knock*

The sudden noise broke the silence, shaking Jon from his sleep but not affecting Damian in the slightest, still exhausted from last night.

"Mmmn.." Jon complained, his eyes slowly opening.

*knock knock knock*

"D-dami.." he paused to yawn "someone's.. someone's at your door." He said, poking Damian's cheek, trying to wake him up.

"You do it, Kent." Damian said, far too bluntly for someone who had just woken up before drifting off to sleep.

"Mmng.. humbug." Jon complained, he always thought the roles would be reversed. Him sleeping in and damian having to wake him up.

*knock knock knock*

"Fine..." he said getting up, stretching his arms over his head. He got off the bed, eyes still hazy he slipped on the first pair of undies he could find. Slipping them on he made his way to the door.

Jon opened the door, the sleep in his eyes immediately vanishing at the sight before him.

"Jon?" Bruce asked, still wearing the full batman outfit, only having arrived a few hours prior, he raised a brow surprised that Jon was there that early and that...

"AH!" Jon yelped "M-mr. Mr. BruceMan! I- I- mean" Jon stuttered, trying to cover up what little he could, feeling exposed and vulnerable.. coupled with the fact that batman was towering over him. "I MEAN- Mr. Bat Wayne- I mean i-" Bruce cut him off.

An extremely small hint of a smile replaces the almost-permanent scowl on Batman's face. Taking off his cowl, he raised a hand, telling Jon to stop. His eyes were close as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Just wake up Damian, its time for breakfast." He said before walking off. Leaving Jon frozen with fear in the doorway.

"Father was at the door?" Damian called out, shaking Jon from his thoughts, letting out another yelp.

"Damian!" Jon yelled, slightly annoyed before turning around and seeing Damian was already out of bed, stretching and tensing his muscles, his throbbimg morning wood proudly displayed.

"Ahh! Damian!" Jon shouted, averting his gaze, covering his eyes.

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Damian let out a laugh, walking towards Jon. Jon tensing as he got close.

"TT. What?" Damian smirked, his boyhood inches away from Jon's torso.

"Eep!" Jon yelped, blushing red.

"Don't like it?" Damian teased, Jon slowly parted his hands, his gaze resting on Damian's tip. It was wet with pre, his eyes lowered, focusing on the slight curve Damian's boyhood had.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. Reaching out to touch it.

"TT." Damian smirked, turning around and walking towards his dresser.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Kent." He said, reaching for some dark sports shorts, grey undies and a white T.

"H-hey!" Jon complained, blushing hard. "You weren't asleep, were you?"

Damian smirked "TT.Get dressed, Kent." Damian said, slipping on the underwear, adjusting his boyhood. "I don't want my boyfriend getting sick." Damian watched Jon get flustered loving every second of it. Jon would do this to him all the time.. now? Well, now.. it was Damian's turn.

*crack*

Both boys turned to look at the door. Dick Grayson was standing there in pink bunny slippers and a white robe. What was once a mug of coffee, now a broken mess.

"Y-your.." He began, his mouth agape. "BOYFRIEND?!" He shouted, a huge grin on his face.

"TT. Oh, good lord." Damian complained, rolling his eyes before he felt himself being squished in a tight hug, being pressed against Jon, the hug being held by his older brother.

"Ooooooh! Lil' D!" He paused. "I'm soooo happy for you!" He said tightening the hug, jon's cheek being pressed hard against Damian's.

"TT. Y-yes.. secret.. but yes.." Damian said, trying to push Nightwing away, to no avail. "We're together now.. but.. we won't be for much longer if you keep choking him.." Damian said bluntly.

Dick gasped, letting go of Jon who comically fell to the floor gasping for air.

"Thank you for not killing my boyfriend." Damian said, bluntly. Rubbing his sides, they hurt from the hug.

"Is he gonna be-" dick was cut off by Jon who got up. A smile on his face.

"So that's what Damian meant." Jon said, laughing.

"Wait- what do you-" dick was cut off by Damian.

"Yes, well. We do have to get dressed." Damian said, pushing him out of his room. "So, if you don't mind.

"Wait, Damian. Last thing." Dick said, standing at his door way.

Damian raised a brow, Jon looking at Dick.

"Why is Jon wearing your underwear?" Dick smirked, crossing his arms.

*SLAM*

~Time Skip~

Its been exactly two month since Damian and Jon had started dating. The boys would go out on a date at least once a week, on their rest day.

Sure, they spent a lot of time together as Superboy and Robin.. but that could never compare to the time they spend together.. not as super heroes, but just as teenagers. As Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent.

By some miracle (or weekly bribes) both boys have managed to stay under the radar of the media, as well as most other heroes. Honestly, the mysterious boy dating a Wayne, Damian Wayne no less.. heir to the wayne empire. It'd be a nosy reporter's wet dream.

"So..." Jon began, wearing his thick rimmed glasses to hide his identity.. if only barely. Sipping his milkshake, eyeing Damian.

"So?" Damian asked, raising a brow. Wearing something a Wayne wouldn't be caught dead in. Bringing his fork to his lips, taking a bite of his salad.

"How's the foooood...?" Jon asked sweetly, taking a bite of his burger. Eagerly awaiting his boyfriend's answer.

"TT. Well." Damian began, taking a sip from a glass of water. "When you said 'vegetarian restaurant", I didn't imagine a diner with 2 types of salads." Damian said bluntly, his eyes as steely as ever, in sharp contrast to Jon's endearing ones.

"Aww... I mean- well I thought you know, salads are like.. what vegetarians eat. Right?" Jon asked, rubbing the back of his neck, blushing.

"Kent. That isn't the only thing we eat." Damian paused, annoyed. "Once more, the other salad has three kinds of meat."

"Oh.." Jon let out a sigh, disappointed. Damian immediately taking notice.

"But hey.." Damian began, his voice now a lot.. smoother. Lifting Jon's chin, so their eyes could meet.

"A date with you?.. anywhere.. anytime.." Damian said, placing his other hand on Jon's. "Its... well- Perfect." Damian whispered. Jon enthralled by Damian's eyes.

"Y-you mean it?" Jon stuttered, blushing.

"Most definitely." Damian said, pulling back and leaning into his seat. Calling over a waiter, ordering another banana split for his boyfriend.

Jon giggled "You must really like me, huh?"

"Yes. TT. Kent, we've been over this." Damian said, taking another bite.

"Been wanting to go on a date with me for a while?" Jon asked, his eyes sparkling as his banana split was brought over.

"Oh." Damian let out a laugh. "Yes. Fucking ages." He smiled at Jon.

"Pffffffff." Jon started to laugh.

Damian rolled his eyes. Letting out a sigh "Why do I even, try?" Damian asked.

"Because you loooooove me." Jon teased, giggling as he took a bite of his ice cream.

"TT." Damian said, looking away. He felt something touch his leg.

"Don't you?" Jon asked, smiling playfully, he had slipped off his right show, teasing Damian

"TT. Kent please. We're in public." Damian said.

"Don't cha?~" Jon asked, winking at Damian and teasing him again. Damian relented at the first sign of a tent pitching.

"Yes. I do. A lot." Damian finally answered.

"Good to know!" Jon immediately stopped teasing, smiling wide.

"Hmm." Damian began, eyeing Jon.

"What?"

"You have a little something." Damian said.

"A what?"

Damian leaned closer, Jon raising a brow. Damian reached for a napkin.

"You have a little something.. here." Damian said, kissing Jon square on the lips.

"Eep!" Jon was taken by surprise, blushing hard. And shrinking into his seat.

Damian smirked, and leaned back in his seat. Crossing his arms. "And you love me a lot too."  He said confidently.

"Y-yeah.. I do." Jon affirmed.

Damian and Jon finished their date. Damian arrived late in gotham, managing to slip by unnoticed until he reached Wayne Manor.

Retiring to his room, he slipped his shirt off, getting ready for bed when something caught his eye.

"Hmn." Damian said, a thump sound being heard with each step he took.

His eyes studied the sealed letter, resting on his pillow. Its seal had the emblem of a rose, a red rose.

At first he thought it could be Jon, rolling his eyes he picked up. That's when noticed.

He noticed those smudges of red.. they weren't Jon's messy art skill- or lack there off.

It was blood. And immediately, Damian knew who it was from.

"TT. Mother."

A/N: Heyo! Jason here, so uhm yay another early chapter. Wooh, next chap might be out early too. So yeah. Oh and this story might be wrapping up soon. So yeah. Wooh Damijon. -Jason

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