Don't Deny It: Chapter 06
Chikorita-Trainer1
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Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Super Sons or anything that might be referenced in this story.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kent, please come in," said Alfred, gesturing Clark and Lois into Wayne Manor, along with Jon.
"Thank you for having us over," said Lois, shaking Alfred's hand and handing him a bottle of wine.
"Hey," said Damian to Jon, who smiled and blushed.
"Hi," said Jon. "Hi, Titus. Hi, Ace," he said to the dogs, who came up and started sniffing the guests.
"How are you?" asked Bruce, leading the Kents into the living room to sit down by the fire while Alfred poured the wine.
"Pretty good. You?" said Clark.
"Oh, pretty stressed-out, as usual," chuckled Bruce. "Never a dull moment with them, you know."
"So, do they know what this dinner is about?" asked Jon, following Damian further into the house.
"I mean, probably," Damian said. "Your dad already knows you like me, right?"
"Yeah. I haven't told my mom, but she probably knows. She knows everything," said Jon, grinning.
"Right. So they know, but this is just the official announcement," said Damian.
"You make it sound like we're getting married or something," giggled Jon. "Not that that hasn't crossed my mind."
"Yeah. Me too, honestly," Damian conceded, moving closer to his boyfriend.
Jon put his hands on Damian's waist and drew him close. Damian wrapped his arms around Jon's middle, and rested his head on the half-Kryptonian's shoulder.
"You're nervous," Jon declared.
"No, I'm not. I already know they'll approve—"
"No, you're literally nervous. I can feel it in your body," said Jon. "Your heart's beating like crazy and your nerves are on edge—"
"Maybe I'm not nervous about telling them, maybe I'm just happy to be with you!" Damian protested, raising his head off of Jon's shoulder to look him in the eye.
"Fair enough," Jon answered, nudging his nose against Damian's. "But you can tell me if you're nervous. I'm not going to judge you."
"I know," Damian sighed. "I love you."
"I love you, too," said Jon, kissing Damian passionately. "OK, now you're like, about to explode!" Jon teased.
"Alright, enough!" huffed Damian, playfully pushing Jon away. "FATHER! Is dinner ready, yet?"
"I don't know, Damian!" Bruce called from the other room. "Alfred?" Bruce asked the butler. After that, Damian stopped listening.
"Well, they'll tell us when it's time to eat. In the meantime," Damian began. "Would you like to play Mario Kart or something?"
"Sure," said Jon.
Half and hour later…
"Thank you all for coming," Damian began. "Jon and I wanted our families to get together so we could officially announce…we're dating."
Every adult at the table smiled warmly.
"We're happy to hear that, boys," said Clark.
"I admit, I was a little shocked at first," said Lois. "Jon's only ten, most boys his age aren't interested in dating anyone, yet."
"If Jon were like most boys, I wouldn't feel for him what I do," said Damian. Jon chuckled. His boyfriend, it seemed, always chose to use arrogant, flowery words, especially when he felt others might be judging him.
"I know you were worried about the age-difference," said Clark. "But we want you to know that we approve, and that we will be here to support your relationship. If kids at yours school give you a hard time about it, we promise we will get involved and defend you."
"Thanks, Dad," said Jon. "I'm not really sure what they'll say. Even if we say, like, 'it's none of your business!' I know they'll still ask questions about it."
"All you need to say is that your parents approve and support your relationship, and that's all that matters," said Lois.
"And if they should persist, well, we have ways of making them silent," Damian uttered menacingly.
"Please don't murder your schoolmates, Damian," Bruce groaned.
The table erupted in laughter.
After dinner, Bruce, Clark, Lois and Alfred all convened in the living room once again, while Damian took Jon to his room to be alone.
"I'm glad they're so cool with it," said Jon. "With us."
"Me, too," Damian said. "And I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time about it before. I was just scared."
"I know," said Jon, stroking Damian's face with his hand. "It's OK. I come from a very hopeful family. Yours is…kind-of a bummer."
"tt. Realistic and not naïve is not 'bummer,'" Damian insisted, while running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "Heck, Grayson has enough optimism to balance out the rest of us."
"Does he know about us?"
"Yeah. I believe he was the first to suspect."
"What about your other brothers and sisters? What do they think?"
"I don't know," said Damian. "Whether they know or would care."
"Do you like having a lot of siblings?" asked Jon, sitting down on the padded windowsill and pulling Damian down onto his lap.
Damian shrugged.
"I don't spend a lot of time with any of them," he admitted. "But yes, I suppose I like it."
"Being an only child is a little boring, but I get all the attention," Jon commented.
"I suppose there are pluses and minuses for both existences," Damian muttered. "Why are we making small-talk when we could just be making out?"
"Shut up," Jon giggled, pressing his lips to Damian's once more.
The hours passed, and soon it was time for the Kents to head back to Metropolis.
"Thanks again for a great dinner, Alfred," said Clark, shaking the butler's hand.
"My pleaser, Master Kent," said Alfred.
"Is Jon coming down?" asked Lois, putting her coat on.
"Yeah. I texted Damian that it's time for him to go. They should be coming down soon," Bruce answered.
"Are we going?" asked Jon, flying down the stairs, Damian descending behind him.
"Yeah," said Clark.
"OK. Goodnight Mr. Wayne, Mr. Pennyworth," said Jon. "And I'll text you later, D."
"Goodnight," said Damian. His countenance was calm and formal, but internally he was already missing Jon.
"Goodnight, Bruce," said Clark.
"Thanks for having them over to clear the air, Father," said Damian, as he had Bruce suited up for patrol.
"Oh, no problem. It's always nice to see their family," said Bruce.
"No, I mean, thank you for acknowledging and supporting my and Jon's relationship. I was scared that you all wouldn't approve."
"I know, son. It's fine. Like I said, as long as you boys aren't having—"
"STOP! Stop bringing that up! Please!" cried Damian, covering his ears. Bruce burst out laughing.
"OK, sorry! Honestly, at your age, that's the reaction I WANT you to have."
"Can we just go?!" grumbled Damian.
"Yes. After you," said Bruce, gesturing to the Batmobile.
END OF CHAPTER 06
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