Innocence: Chapter 07
Chikorita-Trainer1
T
Disclaimer: I don't own DC Comics' characters or anything else I make references to.

Author's note: WHERE HAVE I BEEN? WHY HAVEN'T I UPDATED IN TWO YEARS?!

Well, 2020, as we all know, was a shit-show. And even before the pandemic, things were insane. Between Trump, his nutjob supporters and the nonstop news coverage (that I can't get away from because I still live with my parents and they watch the news constantly), it took its toll on my mental health. In May 2020 I fell into a terrible depression. And part of depression is losing interest in things that once brought you joy. Thankfully, over the course of 2020, my family and friends supported me, my doctor increased my dosage of Zoloft, and I have gotten to a better mental state. I'm still worried a lot, still anxious, but I am able to function. 2020 was a hell of a year, and 2021 hasn't been much better, but all we can do is keep moving forward.

NOW, ON TO THE THANK-YOUS:

Joy: This is the cupcake idea you suggested. I didn't do exactly what you wanted, because I personally don't like eroticizing food. The idea of people licking stuff off each other is just kind-of gross to me. But I tried to make it cute and romantic and hot. Thank you for your review!

Grace: WOW. Thank you so much for your extremely detailed and generous review. I can't believe how nice you are! And I'm so glad that this story is bringing you happiness. That's pretty much the reason I write fluff—to make people squeal with delight and overload on cuteness. You were also so kind to point out specifically what you liked about my writing style, and the review meant so much to me, so thank you very much.

Jeremy: This is everything you've ever wanted in a fic? Well, YAY! That makes me so happy! Thank you for telling me, and I hope I can keep pleasing you with my writing.

You have all been so supportive and nice, and I did this chapter FOR YOU. This is my Christmas present TO YOU, my readers. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Damian sighed as he stared at his phone. He hadn't received a text from Jon within three whole minutes. The two boys had decided to spend the day together. They hadn't planned on what exactly they would do, but a lack of planned activity never seemed to stop them from thoroughly enjoying each other's company.

Jon had agreed to fly over, and being the goody-two-shoes that the half-alien was, he probably didn't text while flying. Or perhaps, in between Gotham and Metropolis, there was a weak connection. Still, Damian was anxious to see the love of his life.

Stretched out on his mattress, Damian looked up at the canopy that extended over his bed, and felt his heart swell as images of Jon danced in his head. His smile, his blue eyes, his thick, shiny, black hair, just begging for Damian to run his fingers through it. The young Robin closed his eyes and grinned.

His daydreams seemed to satisfy his impatient heart, because seemingly soon enough, there was a tap at his bedroom window. Damian leaped from the bed and ran to the window to open it for Superboy.

"Hey," said the ex-assassin.

"Hey," said Jon. He carefully flew in the window and gently placed his feet on the carpet before Damian. They embraced and giggled.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Damian.

"Uh, actually, can we go to the kitchen?" asked Jon.

"Why? What do you have planned?" asked Damian.

"It's a surprise," Jon said innocently. Damian rolled his eyes. What fun could two teenage, love-struck boys possibly have in the kitchen?

Nevertheless, Damian took Jon's hand in his and led him downstairs to the manor's kitchen. It was immaculate and shiny, as was any room regularly tended to by Alfred Pennyworth.

"What's the surprise?" asked Damian. Jon shrugged off his backpack, unzipped it, and reached inside, revealing a box of chocolate cupcake mix.

"Cupcakes!" he said.

Damian's face fell with a sheer lack of enthusiasm. Almost disappointment. Not disappointment in a sad sense, just in a 'Really? All that hype for THIS?' sense.

"What?" asked Jon.

"You want to make cupcakes? Seriously?" groaned Damian.

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, we can go out and BUY ready-made cupcakes any time we want."

"Yeah, but the point is to make them together," said Jon, setting the box down on the island counter.

"For another thing, I don't bake. I don't cook. I have no need to. Pennyworth would happily prepare any confection at my request."

"I know, but I want to do this with you!" Jon whined playfully. "Please?"

"Ugh, Jon…" Damian sighed.

"Dami…" Jon said softly, walking over to Damian and putting his hands on his waist. Damian tried to look away, but even as he fixated his gaze on the floor, he couldn't suppress the grin that broke out on his face. Jon picked Damian up and sat him on the counter. "Please? It'll be fun."

Damian kept avoiding Jon's eyes, but he also kept grinning wider and wider as Jon leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. That did it. Damian turned his face fully towards Jon's and met his lips again. Jon smiled and giggled quietly against his lips, and Damian put his right hand in Jon's hair.

"Alright, alright, you win," said Damian. "Let's make some stupid cupcakes."

Damian didn't like to get his hands dirty (at least not with things other than blood), so he mostly just read the recipe as Jon did all the measuring and mixing.

"Is there frosting?" asked Damian, reading over the box as Jon mixed the ingredients.

"Uh, no. I think we have to supply our own."

"OK. I'm sure we can make some from scratch," said Damian. "It's just like, butter, sugar and food coloring."

"Do you have a pastry bag?" asked Jon, now spooning globs of cupcake mix into the little paper cups in the tin.

"Probably. Pennyworth has everything," said Damian. "I just don't know where he keeps it."

After some rummaging, opening many cupboards and drawers, Damian found a pastry bag, and a collection of different nozzles to attach to it.

"OK, time to go in," said Jon, holding the tin of cupcake glop in front of the oven. Damian opened it and felt a blast of pre-heat hit his face. Jon gently slid the tin in, and closed the oven.

"And now we wait," said Damian, for lack of anything else to say.

"It says thirty to thirty-five minutes," said Jon. "More than enough time to make the frosting."

"OK. What colors do you want to make?" asked Damian, getting a box of four little bottles of food coloring out of the cupboard.

"Let's do red and blue for half, and red and green for the other half," said Jon.

"Ah. Color-coordinating with our costumes?" asked Damian.

"Duh."

After mixing three different bowls of frosting, Jon couldn't help but swipe a dollop of red and wipe it on Damian's nose.

"Ah!" cried Damian.

"Sorry. Had to," said Jon.

"I think I can see where this is going," muttered Damian. Jon leaned forward and kissed his nose, sucking the dab of frosting off. "OK, now that you've done that—"

"Mm?" Jon asked, backing away from Damian. Damian sighed.

"You want me to do it to you, too?" he asked. Jon kept grinning. This wasn't how Damian liked to show his affection for Jon—food was to be eaten, not to be played with. But he stuck his finger in the yellow frosting and poked Jon's cheek with it. Then he kissed him and licked it off.

Jon could tell Damian wasn't really into this.

"Can we save the rest for the cupcakes, please?" asked Damian. Jon nodded, and turned back towards the bowls, so that he was now standing parallel with Damian.

The Kryptonian slid sideways just a smidge more, so that his hip brushed against Damian's.

"Sorry. I just thought…" he began.

"Don't worry about it. I just don't like making out with food. It's gross."

"OK," said Jon. Then, almost as if in apology for not liking his idea, Damian slowly began to rub Jon's back, and meandered down his spine until he reached the belt of his pants. Jon giggled softly, non-verbally consenting to let Damian touch his butt, which Damian did.

"You are so cute," Jon declared, turning towards Damian and taking both his cheeks in his hands. Then he kissed him, long and slow. The only reason they ended up breaking the kiss was the alarm on Jon's phone. "Cupcakes are done!" he cried.

The boys took their creations out of the oven and began applying frosting. They were a little frustrated to find that a lot of the frosting melted as soon as it was coiled around the cakes, but they weren't trying to impress anyone.

"We probably should have let them cool before we decorated them," said Jon.

"Yeah. Well, who cares?" said Damian. "Want some water? Or some milk?"

"Milk," said Jon. Damian poured them each a tall glass of milk, and they leaned over the counter island, eating their cupcakes.

"Thanks for doing this," said Jon. "I mean, it's not like I thought you'd be super-into it, but it's just something I wanted to try with you."

"I'll admit, I may have underestimated the satisfaction of baking," said Damian. "I suppose it is essentially chemistry."

"Guess so," said Jon, chugging his milk until he had emptied the glass. "Ahh!"

"Although, now that we've done your thing, can we move on to my preferred activity?"

"Now what do you think my answer is to that?"

Damian smirked devilishly as he launched himself at Jon, backing him up against the refrigerator. Drawings and A+ papers and the magnets that hung them began to fall and clatter to the floor as both boys became more aggressively intimate.

Now it was time for Jon to grab Damian's butt, and he did with both hands, lifting Damian up more to his height. Damian instinctively wrapped his legs around Jon's waist, knowing that Jon could easily lift his weight without losing focus on their make-out session. Jon turned the two of them around so that Damian was now pressed up against the refrigerator.

The boys broke apart for air, their heaving breaths echoing in the open kitchen. Jon leaned down and began sucking on Damian's neck, causing Damian to smile and sigh in pleasure.

"How do you do that?" Damian panted as he buried his hands in Jon's hair, and breathed right onto his ear.

"I just know you," Jon whispered, moving his mouth to the other side of Damian's neck. Damian instinctively clutched Jon tighter, but their affectionate bonding was suddenly interrupted.

"JESUS CHRIST!" came Tim Drake's voice. Damian's eyes snapped open to see his older brother shielding his eyes with his hand.

"Shit!" hissed Jon, utilizing his super-speed to release Damian and back a few feet away from him.

"Goddammit, Drake," Damian muttered, wiping his neck with the palm of his hand.

"What the fuck, man? We EAT here!" Tim complained. "Are either of you familiar with the phrase 'GET A ROOM!'?"

"Are you familiar with the phrase 'DOESN'T ANYBODY FUCKING KNOCK ANYMORE?'?!" yelled Damian.

"This is the kitchen! What even would I knock on? Also, how do you know that line—have you even seen Fast Times?" Tim shot back.

"What is going on?" came Stephanie's voice.

"The little hellspawn was getting frisky with the alien," Tim muttered.

"It's not what you think! We were making cupcakes and—" Jon started.

"You were making cupcakes?" Stephanie gushed. Then she saw the few haphazardly decorated cupcakes still in the tin on the counter. "Oh, my God. That is TOO adorable." She took out her phone to snap a few pictures.

"Well, I'd offer you one, but you'd probably say you've lost your appetite," said Damian.

"And you'd be right. Well, not really. Give me one," said Tim, reaching over and grabbing a red-frosted cupcake. After taking a bite, he said, with food still in his mouth, "Anyway, you guys better cool it in the public areas, alright? Nobody needs to see that."

"Whatever," growled Damian. "Come on, Jon."

"OK, bye!" said Jon, being led by hand out of the kitchen.

Once the couple got to the living room, Damian sighed in exasperation. He stared at the wall for a moment while Jon took out his phone to look up the title Fast Times.

"Oh, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, that's what your brother was talking about," said Jon. "Yeah, apparently there's a famous scene where a girl walks in on a guy in the bathroom and he's like 'Doesn't anybody fucking knock anymore?'"

"Yes. I've never seen it, but I'm aware that it's quite the classic teen romp," said Damian.

"Want to watch it?" asked Jon.

"NO! Damn it, Jon, I don't want to bake, I don't want to watch an outdated 80's movie, I just want—" Damian turned back around to face his boyfriend.

Jon looked almost hurt that Damian was yelling at him, but it didn't last for long.

"I just want to be with you," Damian said softly. He went up to Jon and wrapped his arms around him. "Now will you please take us to my room, where we can be alone, undisturbed?"

Jon smiled warmly and picked Damian up into his arms, and flew them up the stairs and into Damian's bedroom. Damian locked the door as Jon began to undress, and soon the boys were making out topless, just like the first time they had been discovered.

"Thanks for doing cupcakes with me, Dami," Jon whispered as Damian leaned over him, and forced him back onto the bed.

"I would think you'd know by now that I'd do anything for you," said Damian, unbuckling his boyfriend's belt.

"I know. But I also know you don't like stuff like couples-cooking or—"

"Jon, just shut up," Damian huffed, yanking Jon's jeans off, leaving the Kryptonian in just his boxers.

Jon sighed and lifted his head up just enough to see Damian strip off his own sweatpants, and toss them off the side of the bed.

Now clad in just their underwear, the boys clung to each other, tangling their limbs together, sharing their body heat and love for each other. Jon rolled them over on their sides, and Damian yanked the covers up over their heads.

"I love you," said Jon.

"I love you, too," said Damian.

The two heroes cuddled and kissed and then fell into a peaceful slumber.

END OF CHAPTER 07
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