Don't Deny It: Chapter 05
Chikorita-Trainer1
T
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Super Sons.
"So, what's this all about?" asked Jon, when Damian arrived at the Fortress of Attitude.
"Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking," said Damian. "And I realize I might have been…wrong."
"Damian Wayne, admitting he was wrong?" Jon asked in mock-surprise. "I'll call CNN!"
"Very funny, alien," Damian growled. He took off his gloves and mask and sat down on the couch at the far end of their headquarters. "I mean, I realize I was avoiding the issue. The reason I've been hesitant to acknowledge our relationship is not just because of our age difference, but rather…" the Son of Batman trailed off. Jon sat down beside him.
"What?"
"Fear."
"Fear of what?" asked Jon. Damian blinked back tears and turned to face his friend.
"Fear of, like, feeling this way," he said shakily. "I've never felt this way, Jon. It's terrifying."
Jon's eyes widened. He gently placed a hand on Damian's shoulder.
"Dami," he whispered.
"I thought my life was just going to be training with my father, being Robin, and one day, maybe even becoming Batman. And if I needed to procreate, there would be options for doing so. I never imagined myself needing companionship with anyone. But then you came along, and you make me feel so…I don't know…light."
"Light?"
"Like, like I'm weightless. Like I'm floating. I don't know, it's weird. But it's out of my control."
"And you like being in control of everything," Jon stated.
"Well, yeah. But, like, whenever I'm with you, I feel like I'm going to fall apart, but in a good way. And you're the only thing holding me together. UGH! I don't know what I'm saying," Damian groaned.
Jon sat quietly and listened to Damian's confession.
"I keep studying fairy tales, and how stupid they are, how the whole "true love" and "love conquers all" stuff is so unrealistic and deluded, yet that's what I'm feeling. I feel like one of those animated characters who lives for companionship and nothing else, and that disgusts me."
"Wanting to be with me disgusts you?" asked Jon.
"No. Just the fact that it's not what I expected. I thought love and romance was all bullshit. A made-up notion to market to women and gullible idiots who have no greater purpose in life. I never thought it was real. And to find out I was wrong about it, about everything…I don't know…" Damian trailed off.
"So you judged something before you experienced it. Big deal. Who hasn't done that?" said Jon, trying to be generous.
"It's like I have to look at myself in a whole different light," Damian sighed. "I thought I was independent. Capable of taking care of myself."
"You still are," said Jon. "Having feelings for another person doesn't make you weak."
"It's more than having feelings for you, Jon," Damian conceded. He turned to look at his younger friend, and immediately felt his heart swell, almost as if it would burst. "You're like…everything."
Thinking that this was his best opportunity to do so, and before Damian could say something to backtrack on everything he'd just confessed, Jon leaned in quickly and devoured Damian's lips in a passionate kiss. Wrapping his arms around Damian's neck, the half-Kryptionian pulled him closer, running his fingers through Damian's hair with one hand and caressing his back with the other. Damian helplessly melted into the kiss and leaned back onto the couch, pulling Jon down with him.
Jon pulled away slightly, only to move his lips to Damian's cheeks, pecking them softly and trailing kisses to Damian's neck. Damian gasped lightly as he felt Jon's breath tickle his neck. Stretching out comfortably underneath the taller boy, Damian let himself sink into the cushions, Jon on top of him, and the two boys continued making out.
"I love you, Jon," Damian whimpered helplessly. "You have no idea."
"I have some idea," Jon whispered against Damian's lips.
"I don't think you do," breathed Damian, running his fingers down Jon's mop of black hair and down to the nape of his neck. "I'm yours. I don't ever want this to stop, and that scares me."
"Shh," Jon quieted him, rubbing his nose against Damian's. "It'll be OK, Damian."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I feel safe with you," said Damian. "Like you can protect me against anything."
"I can. And I will," said Jon, kissing Damian on the lips again.
"I want to give you everything I have. Everything I am. I want to be with you forever," Damian whispered blissfully.
"We have time," Jon agreed. "We have our whole lives ahead of us."
Damian pulled back and smiled at Jon.
"What?" he asked.
"You're cute," Damian said with a grin. Jon's face turned red.
"I think you're cute, too," he giggled. Damian kissed Jon's nose.
"Hee hee!" squealed Jon. Suddenly, the half-alien sat up from the couch, scooped Damian up bridal-style, and carried him over to the exit of the Fortress.
"What are you doing?" asked Damian, still smiling.
"Just hold on," said Jon.
Soon, Superboy was soaring through the sky, still holding Robin, high above the ocean, lifting him higher yet, and Robin held onto his love, enjoying every moment.
As if they were dancing, Jon shifted Damian in his arms, now holding him under his armpits like a large doll, and twirled them around.
Damian laughed giddily, feeling a little nervous, but still secure that Jon would never drop him. He placed his hands on Jon's shoulders and smiled wide as the sun, and Jon lifted him up so that Damian was floating a little taller than he.
"What are you doing?" Damian asked nervously.
"Do you trust me?" Jon grinned wickedly.
"Of course, but I—JON!" Damian wailed as Jon tossed him up in the sky, and then caught him in his arms again, once again holding him bridal-style.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Jon giggled as Damian wrapped his arms even tighter around Jon's neck.
"You dork," Damian said softly, snuggling his cheek against Jon's.
Damian stroked Jon's cheek with his fingers, and gripped the back of his neck with his other hand. Jon continued flying them until they reached land again, setting Damian down on the first skyscraper rooftop that they came upon. The sun was setting and setting the sky aglow with pink and purple clouds.
"Beautiful," said Damian,
"Yeah," Jon agreed.
"Oh, crap," Damian muttered.
"What?"
"Oh, I left my mask and gloves back at the base," said Damian. "So we can't go out in public at the moment."
"I didn't bring you out here to go on patrol," Jon said, taking hold of Damian's hand. "I brought you out here to—well, I don't really know, I just wanted…"
"I know, you don't have to explain," said Damian, turning to face Jon. "I'm excited, too."
"Yeah," said Jon, leaning in.
The two boys kissed softly.
"But we should get back to the base before anything happens," said Damian.
"Right," said Jon. Stepping back a bit, the alien boy looked Damian up and down with a grin, internally debating with himself which way he should carry him. "Um, so…?"
Damian didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around Jon's neck, and Jon bent down to hook his hand under Damian's knees and placed another behind his back.
Flying off the skyscraper and back to the base, Jon couldn't help but gloat a little.
"You like being carried like this, huh?"
"Only by you," Damian sighed.
"So when are we going to tell our parents about us?" asked Jon, when they got back to the Fortress of Attitude.
"Um, I don't know. I already told my father I like you. He approves."
"Yeah, I know. I told my dad, too, and he's cool with us. But I meant like, to make the official announcement," said Jon.
"I guess I could ask my father if our families could have dinner this week or something," Damian suggested.
"And then we'll tell them…what?" Jon goaded.
Damian smiled.
"That we're boyfriends?"
END OF CHAPTER 05
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