Innocence
Chikorita-Trainer1
T
Author's Note: Damian is 16 and Jon is 13.
Location: Damian's room in Wayne Manor.
Situation: Patching up injuries after the Super Sons fought some bad guys.
"You sure you're alright?" asked Jon, wrapping Damian's hands in bandages.
"Yeah. Just got to lay off punching the robots," Damian grumbled.
"You should really leave that to me," Jon said with a smile, finishing the wrapping and cutting the bandage from the roll.
"Why should you have all the fun?" Damian said with a smirk.
"Because I'm the strong one?" said Jon.
"And that makes me, what? The weak one?" Damian challenged.
"I didn't say that!" Jon laughed, setting the medical supplies aside.
"It was implied," said Damian.
"No, I swear!" Jon giggled, still holding Damian's hand.
"Then what did you mean by it?" Damian asked softly.
"I just meant, you know, your body is…softer than mine," said Jon. And he slowly, bravely lifted Damian's hand up to his mouth. "So soft," he whispered, eyes never leaving his friend's gaze. And he slowly, gently, began to plant little kisses on Damian's bandaged knuckles.
"Jon…" Damian said breathlessly.
Jon didn't really know what he had gotten himself into. Everything had suddenly changed. One minute they were friends, playfully arguing with each other, now they were flirting. And not just verbally, either.
"Uh," said Jon. "I just meant, like, I want to protect you, since I'm less likely to get hurt."
Damian smiled.
"You meant more than that, didn't you?" he whispered, leaning in closer to Jon.
Jon licked his lips quickly, and released Damian's hand from his grip.
"Can I…?" he whispered.
"Kiss me," Damian whispered back.
Jon immediately pressed his lips into Damian's. He feared that if he waited any longer, he'd change his mind. Damian brought his hands up to the back of Jon's head and stroked his hair, deepening the kiss.
"I love you," Jon breathed. Damian's eyes widened as he pulled back to stare at his friend.
"Well, that escalated quickly," he said. Jon laughed.
"I know. I couldn't help it," he chuckled. "Sorry."
"No, don't be sorry, Jon," said Damian, standing up and lifting Jon up with him. "I love you, too."
"Oh, good!" Jon said with a sigh of relief.
"I mean, why else would I ask you to kiss me?" asked Damian.
"I don't know. To screw with me?" Jon suggested. Damian had to accept that that was not an unrealistic notion, even if it was a little mean.
"Never," he said, hugging Jon close to him.
Jon inhaled deeply, burying his face in Damian's shoulder, before extracting himself from his friend's grasp. The young Kryptonian unzipped his jacket and took it off.
Damian unclipped his cape and loosened his tunic. Then he began to unlace his boots and remove his kneepads while Jon kicked off his sneakers.
Before long, Damian was just in his gray tights and shirt, while Jon had gotten down to his jeans and T-shirt. Damian scooted back on his bed and lay down. Jon crawled above him, grinning.
"Heh," Damian laughed nervously, as Jon placed his hands on either side of Damian's head, leaning down over him.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," Damian said. "Just kiss me."
Jon leaned down and captured Damian's lips with his own again, and immediately slid his arms under Damian's back, pressing his body down against the young Robin's.
Damian rubbed his hands up and down Jon's back, wanting to get under his shirt, but not wanting to go too far just yet.
"You're good at this," Jon panted.
"Shut up," laughed Damian.
"You shut up," Jon giggled, as Damian rolled them over so he was on top. "What's this now?"
"Shh," Damian said. Damian straddled Jon's waist, and began trailing his hand down to the bottom of Jon's shirt. "Uh, can I…?"
Jon nodded.
Damian smiled and slid his hands underneath Jon's shirt, hands roaming up his body. He could feel abs, despite Jon's age. Muscles protruding under the invulnerable skin.
Suddenly Jon giggled.
"That tickles!" he cried.
"Sorry," said Damian, snatching his hands back to himself.
"No, it's OK," said Jon. The blue-eyed boy sat up a little and took his shirt off and tossed it towards the foot of the bed.
"OK," Damian observed. Jon just wrapped his arms around Damian and pulled him back towards him for a kiss.
The two boys panted and gasped as they made out. Their passion was growing, and Damian was finding his own tight shirt to be a hindrance. It didn't take long for the older boy to lean away from Jon just enough to get topless, too.
Soon both adolescent boys were bare-chested, Damian astride Jon's lap, arms wrapped around one another, making out.
"You're so hot," breathed Jon.
"You, too," Damian huffed.
Things were getting more aggressive between the two boys. So caught up in their passion, Jon's super-hearing didn't even pick up the footsteps from down the hall.
"Hey, brat. You in here? Bruce said he wants us to—JESUS H. FUCK!"
"AAAGHH!" cried the boys. Damian's head whipped around to see a very disturbed Jason standing in his doorway.
"Get off me!" cried Jon, shoving Damian a little too hard with his super-strength, knocking him off the bed.
"Ow!"
"NO! No! NO WAY is this happening!" said Jason. "Uh-uh! No! Negatory! No possible way!"
"Todd, get out!" yelled Damian, getting up off the floor.
"YOU!" Jason pointed at Jon. "GET YOUR KRYPTONIAN ASS BACK TO METROPOLIS OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FIRE YOU OUT OF A CANNON!" Jason threatened.
"Todd, enough! We weren't doing anything!" growled Damian, putting his shirt back on.
"My ass! You guys were making out topless! God, where does Alfred keep the eye soap?" said Jason.
"D, maybe I should go," Jon said softly, putting his clothes back on.
"I THINK SO!" yelled Jason. Jon was dressed and out the window in a second.
"What in the hell was that?!" cried Jason.
"Oh, please. Don't act like you've never seen people kissing before," grumbled Damian.
"Not CHILDREN!"
"We're not children! God!"
"Isn't he like 13?"
"Yes. And I'm 16. We're teenagers," said Damian.
"Shut up! Your voice hasn't even changed, brat! You're practically still a baby!"
"I assure you, I'm not a baby, Todd," said Damian. "And if you're worried about the possibility of carnal relations, Jon and I were not going to—"
"AAAAAGHHH! STOP! I don't want to hear it!" yelled Jason, covering his ears. "Look—whatever's going on between you and Jon, just keep it in your pants! And keep your shirts on, for that matter, too!"
"What's your problem?" asked Damian. "It's not like I'm super-innocent anyway."
"D, moral innocence and SEXUAL INNOCENCE are two entirely different things," Jason insisted.
"And…point?"
"The point is, that no matter how many people you've killed, you are WAY too young to be…fooling around like that."
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
"What do you care if I make out with Jon?"
"GAH! Damian, come on! Don't make me say it!"
"Say what?"
"You're my—goddammit. You're my—" the words struggled to get out of the vigilante.
"Yes?" asked Damian.
"You're my little brother, and I love you, and I don't want you…"
"Oh my God," groaned Damian, rolling his eyes.
"I don't want you growing up so fast. There I said it."
"Todd, you and I aren't close. We never have been. Why do you suddenly care now?"
"I don't…I don't suddenly care, Damian. I've always cared. I just don't say it a lot."
"Or ever."
"FINE! But I'm saying it now, OK? I care about you. So, don't do that again!"
"Whatever!" Damian sneered. "I'm not going to curtail my activities just because you have a problem with it."
"Damn it, Damian. Do I have to tell Bruce?"
"Go ahead," Damian bluffed.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"You'd be OK with that?"
"Go ahead."
"Maybe I will."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"I'll do it."
"Then do it."
"I will."
"Good."
"Great!"
The two brothers stood in the room, both looking in opposite directions for a moment before parting ways.
"Just put a goddamn shirt on, brat."
And with that, Jason closed the door to Damian's room and left.
But Jason did not tell Bruce. That would have made for a way more awkward conversation than he wanted to have, so he didn't even bother. But he did feel he had to tell someone, so he called Nightwing.
"Hey, Dick-for-brains, it's Jay."
"'sup, man?" Dick replied.
"I have some news I need to relay to you, about the demon spawn."
"Aw, crap. What'd he do now?"
"It's really not something I'd like to say over the phone. Mostly because I want to record your reaction. Can we meet up?"
"Yeah. Rooftop of Gotham Grind in ten."
"Word."
"Hey. What's going on?" asked Nightwing.
"Aw, jeez, Dickhead, you're not going to like this," Red Hood grumbled, taking out his phone and cuing up the video app.
"What? What is it?"
"Uh, well, earlier today, I came into his room, and he was making out with Superboy."
Nightwing suppressed a giggle.
"Hm. That's so cute." he said softly.
"Topless."
Nightwing's eyes widened. "WHAT?!"
Got it, thought Red Hood, ending the video recording. "Yeah, that was my reaction."
"Are you serious?!"
"Hey, I broke it up as soon as I saw it, but fuck it was uncomfortable," said Jason, sitting down on the edge of the rooftop, taking off his helmet. Nightwing sat down next to him and hung his head.
"Oh…this is weird," he sighed.
"I mean, it's not like…it's not like…anything can happen…" said Jason.
"Ugh. It's not about biological consequences," said Nightwing. "It's about—"
"I know! I know! He's too young! Too innocent!" said Jason. Nightwing scoffed. Then he just started laughing. "Yeah, shut up. I know."
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"Sh-shut up! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Jason joined in. "He's…he-he-he's killed…ha ha…he's killed dozens of people! HA HA HA HA!"
The brothers laughed for a minute or two.
"Aw man. Ah, but seriously. We can't let him just do whatever the hell he wants with Superboy. Especially since Superboy is three years younger than him," said Jason.
"I know. I know. I'll talk to him, Jay. I promise."
"Argh, that won't do any good. You're not exactly the poster boy for chastity yourself."
"Excuse me, didn't you fuck his mom?"
"Shut up."
"Look, he likes me best, I'll talk to him. Now you're sure they weren't doing…anything else?" asked Dick.
Jason shuddered at the memory.
"He was on top of Superboy. Neither of them had shirts on. They were kissing."
"Well, I guess that's not so bad," Nightwing conceded. I mean, they're both boys, so it's not like either of them was exposed to something they haven't seen before."
"It's still inappropriate, dude!" said Red Hood.
"Yeah, but like, they're clearly in love. That's nice, isn't it?"
"Are you grossed out by this or not?!" asked Red Hood, getting more and more exasperated.
"No, I am! I am!" Nightwing insisted. "But they had their pants on, right?"
"Please stop making me picture it," whined Red Hood.
"I'm just saying, if they were expressing their love for each other, good for them."
"Ugh. You sound like that private investigator from Stranger Things," muttered Red Hood.
"Look, I'll talk to him and make sure he understands that they're too young to be taking off their clothes together," said Nightwing.
"THANK YOU, Dick," said Red Hood, standing up and putting his helmet back on. "I threatened to tell B, but I don't think I want to."
"Yeah, let's not do that just yet," said Nightwing.
"OK. I'll see you around," said Red Hood. And the two brothers parted ways.
THE END
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Not sure if I'll continue this. Probably not.