Innocence: Chapter 04
Chikorita-Trainer1
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The sun rose earlier than the Super Sons would have preferred, but once the room became even slightly illuminated, Jon felt like it was time to be done with sleeping.
"Mm, you awake, baby?" he said, lightly brushing Damian's hair.
"I am now," growled Damian. We're already calling each other 'baby'? he thought happily.
"You hungry?" said Jon.
"No, I'm sleepy. Shush," Damian sighed, pulling the covers up over his head, while still resting on Jon's chest.
"Do you mind if I get up? I'm kinda sweaty. Can I use your shower?"
"Go ahead," said Damian. Jon peeled back the covers and lifted his head up.
"You have to get off me, hon," he said. Damian just rolled off of Jon and onto his back. You going to answer back? Thought Jon. That was two affectionate terms that Damian had yet to reciprocate.
Jon floated himself into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Close the door!" came Damian's voice, the hiss of the shower reaching his ears.
"Jeez!" yelled Jon, slamming the door. Not a morning person, eh?
While Jon was in the shower, Damian unfortunately couldn't fall back asleep. He tossed and turned, but couldn't get back to the peace of REM. He rolled onto his side and reached his arm out, but all he felt was the hollow of the mattress where Jon wasn't.
God, he's gorgeous, thought Damian. He's so smooth and muscular, strong and warm. Rolling onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, he smiled and stretched. Can't wait to see him when he walks out of there. Steamy and wet, towel hanging off him. Damian laughed softly to himself. Then he reached over to his night stand and grabbed his phone, cuing up the camera app.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Jon was feeling a little less secure about their relationship.
Man. He was so sweet and loving last night, then we wake up and he's a badger. If he's like this after just a night of making out and cuddling, what the hell's he going to be like when we have sex?
Suddenly, Jon scared himself.
Shit. How am I thinking about that? We're not anywhere near that yet!
Turning off the water, the young half-alien grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the door, and was immediately met with a flash.
"Daah! What the-?!"
"Perfect," said Damian, grinning from the bed, holding his phone. "You know that's a hand towel, right?"
Jon looked down. He looked like he was wearing a terrycloth miniskirt.
"Shit," he muttered.
"Good morning," said Damian, setting his phone down and getting up.
"Oh, now it's a good morning?" said Jon, raising an eyebrow. He was trying to stay mad, but seeing his boyfriend, clad only in boxers, striding over to him, took all the resentment out of him.
"If I could wake up to that every morning," said Damian. He didn't finish. He just wrapped his arms around Jon and kissed him.
"You wouldn't be so cranky?"
"Sorry. Not a morning person," Damian whispered.
"Yeah, I noticed. Must run in the family," said Jon.
"Probably," Damian shrugged. "OK, I've got to get in there."
"Yeah, I'm just going to get dressed," said Jon.
Batman had stayed up all night working in the Cave, and by the time the sun came up, he was hungry and had texted Red Hood if he wanted to have breakfast, and his son accepted.
The two vigilantes were now in their civilian clothes, at a small diner in Gotham.
"Thanks for meeting me, Jason," said Bruce. "It's been a while since it's been just the two of us."
"Yeah. You're paying, by the way," said Jason, folding his menu and handing it back to the waiter.
"Pff. However will I manage?" Bruce chuckled.
"Won't Alfred and the kid be worried when they wake up and you're not there?"
"Um, no?" Bruce asked incredulously. "The hell kind of question is that?"
Jason just rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee.
"Anyway, Damian's not alone. Jon slept over."
Suddenly, Jason gulped and his eyes widened.
"What?" said Bruce.
"What what?"
"You looked like you were bothered by that," said Bruce.
"No, that's just my face," said Jason.
"Yes, THAT'LL convince me," said Bruce with a fake smile. "Jason, what's the problem?"
"No problem," said Jason. "Just…just the two of them?"
"Well, Alfred's home. Why? What do you think they'd do without adult supervision?"
Gee, I don't know. Strip down to just their pants and start sucking face? thought Jason.
"Um, well," Jason began. "I guess I really should tell you. I mean I never promised him I wouldn't."
"Tell me what?" asked Bruce, suddenly more concerned.
"Well, uh, the other day, I was walking down the hall, on my way to his room to tell him that you wanted him and me to go over those files on the Riddler, and, uh…" Jason started sweating and rolling his straw wrapper up into a scroll.
OK, relax. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing for YOU to be embarrassed about, that is. Damian should be mortified, but you've done nothing wrong.
"I should have knocked first, because when I walked in, he and Jon were…"
Bruce's eyes widened in fearful anticipation.
"…making out topless," Jason finished quickly.
Bruce closed his eyes and let out an enormous sigh.
"You couldn't tell me THAT?" he growled.
"Aren't you mad?"
"I'm not mad, I'm just surprised you thought I wouldn't be able to handle that," said Bruce. "I've received far worse news, you know."
"Well, yeah, but not THIS kind of news," said Jason. "Did you know he and Jon were together?"
"No. But I was afraid you were going to say they were…I don't know…burying a body or something."
Jason scoffed at the image.
"OK, so you have the news. What is your opinion?" asked Jason, still looking for a negative reaction from his adoptive father.
"Uh," Bruce began, looking off in another direction. "I appreciate your telling me, so thank you. I don't think it's quite as big a deal as you're making it out to be."
Jason shuddered at Bruce's usage of the words "making" and "out."
"I think it's sweet that you're so protective of Damian. Of his innocence," said Bruce.
"Innocence is a very fluid term," said Jason.
"So you walked in on this…illicit activity…" Bruce continued. "Then what happened?"
"Uh, I lost my fucking mind and told Jon to get the hell out of there," Jason admitted. Bruce smiled. "And then I told Damian that he's way too young for stuff like that and to keep his clothes on."
"I think that's a discussion I'd better have with him," said Bruce. "But I appreciate that you were looking out for him."
"It was more of my disdain for ANY kids under the age of eighteen doing stuff like that than any fraternal need to protect the demon brat," said Jason.
"Sure. Whatever you say, Jason," said Bruce. "Thank you," he said quietly to the waiter as their breakfast was brought to them. "Are you honestly trying to tell me that you waited until you were eighteen to start fooling around?"
"Ughhhhh!" growled Jason, realizing he'd been caught in the same trap that Damian had used on him.
"It's easy to judge when you're the older one, looking out for a kid, isn't it?" said Bruce. "But it's so easy to judge when it's not YOU who's doing the making out."
"Fine. Fine, I'm a hypocrite. I think it's wrong for Damian to make out with someone even though I would have done the same thing at that age. Just not with a guy."
"Are you sure they weren't planning to go further, had you not interrupted them?"
"I don't know," Jason cringed, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to picture it. "Damian was pretty mad, kept yelling at me how they were NOT having sex and that they're not planning to anytime soon. But his indignation was probably fueled more by embarrassment that he was trying to conceal, rather than actual conviction."
"Probably," Bruce shrugged. "Wouldn't you have been embarrassed?"
"OK, can we focus on the more important issue here?" growled Jason. "Jon is thirteen to Damian's sixteen! That's a pretty big difference!"
"Not really," said Bruce.
"Maybe not if they were both in their twenties, but when you're a kid, even a one-year difference is a big deal," said Jason.
"True, but I think what the two of them lack in age-closeness they make up for in actual closeness," said Bruce. "If that makes any sense. Look—don't stress about this, anymore. It's not really any of your business."
"YOU THINK I WANTED IT TO BE MY BUSINESS?!" Jason struggled to keep his voice at a breakfast-restaurant-level-appropriate level.
"Shh!" hissed Bruce. "I will talk to him, I promise."
"THANK YOU!"
END OF CHAPTER 04
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