Archive of Our Own

When Jonathan came back from being abducted by an evil version of his father, he had problems adjusting to the idea that everything was still the same, while he was now grown up and faced so many things being captive.
When he went to face his best friend he felt a little hurt by his reaction, but didn’t stop the impulse of hugging him. Damian was so small and frail between his arms, that he used all his might just to not squish the boy in the hug.
With time Jon found it funny, the boy was cuter than the kryptonian remembered. He was small, always frowning and still had baby fat on his face that made his cheeks look squishable. Yes, he still was the infuriating bossy child that he remembered, but now, seeing him in a new light he found him cute.
He liked to appear suddenly and kiss him in his full cheeks, infuriating the boy that screamed threats about kryptonite each time, he just laughed it off, sometimes even pinched one of his cheeks, if he was feeling a little mischievous.

He liked to think their friendship was the same as always, they hung out together from time to time, solved some cases, and Damian met Jon’s boyfriend, Jay. Sometimes the three of them went out together, the younger seemed at ease in Jay’s company, even trusting him a little, something strange from the boy’s part.
Everything was allright, until it wasn’t. Amanda Waller persecuted and stripped of his powers many meta humans, Jonathan included. Jay’s mom was dead thanks to Nia, his friend, and now she was dead too, and he had to resort to the Amazons in hopes to get fixed the mess that Waller did to him.
He wasn’t aware of the rift that grew between them until he assisted Nightwing in a mission. They entered the batcave, had decommissioned a load of drugs, and needed to track the main source, taking it to the bat’s den to compare it with other samples. Damian was in the batcave on comms duty, with a book in front of him.
He looked calm, something that surprised Jon a little, usually comms duty meant that the boy was grounded, and spent the whole night sulking in front of the screen. Still, he approached him carefully, hoping that the younger wouldn’t snap and curse him.
“Hi, D. What are you doing?” He tried to sound sunny.
“Studying,” he replied in a monotone voice without looking up from his book.
“Wow. Did I hear right? Is Damian Wayne, the erudite since childhood, studying for an exam?”
“Tt. Some people take college seriously, unlike you.”
“Hey. Legally I’m thirteen, I can't really go to college.”
“You did, and you dropped.”
“Pf… Whatever. Is the great Damian Wayne afraid of not approving the entrance exam? You used to say you were at a PhD level.” He said in a teasing tone.
“Entrance exam? That’s a toddler’s game, I even entered without effort. Despite that, I still should have some respect for my future patients and take my studies seriously.”
“Uh? What? Did they accept you already? I thought that colleges waited until your submission to make it official, I mean, not that they just accepted you just for having Wayne as your last name, but you know they like to investigate young promises and all that… yah, you get it.” He babbled in confusion.
Damian arched his eyebrow.
“Kent, I submitted an admission request and got accepted. You don’t have to be weird about it.”
“What?!!! But for that you had to finish high school and you’re barely seventeen and…”
“I skipped some grades, it wasn’t difficult at all.”
“But… Why?”
“There was nothing more I could learn there,” he said with indifference.
“But you also skipped the cool things… like… like being on the sports team and going to prom.”
“I was on the soccer team, until it turned out that the coach was someone from my training time in the league.”
“You still skipped prom!”
“And? How special could a prom party be when I attend the best galas in the city?”
“Very much! It is a rite of passage, the night you have fun with your friends like nothing else matters, ignoring that the next day everyone will be taking different directions and also being in the company of your loved one and…”
“Ugh, stop with the babbling. It's an idealization created by the Hollywood industry, you didn't have one and you're fine.”
“Yes, but not by choice.”
Damian tensed, apparently it was a sensitive topic for the kryptonian.
“I never have a normal life, that’s why for me it’s not a big deal.”
“I know, but that’s why you should live the experience. They never let you be a normal child, and that’s why you should try to have as many normal child experiences as you can.”
“I… I understand where this comes from, but it is not as important to me. I prefer to be hands on the matter. That’s why I skipped grades, so I could graduate from med school as fast as I can.”
“Med school? You choose med school?”
“Yeah,” Damian said with insecurity.
“Just like your grandfather.”
“Well… his diaries were really interesting and useful…” before he could finish the sentence he was interrupted by a Kryptonian hugging him.
“You found your path.”
“I suppose I did,” he stood still in the hug for a few seconds.
They were interrupted by the sound of a cellphone camera, Richard was taking pictures of the two of them.
“Don’t mind me, you two just looked so cute,” hearing this, Damian grunted. “Well, I’ll start with the samples Jonno, you can catch up when you two finish… uh… this…” he absently signaled them, then he went away leaving the two alone.
The young boy cleared his throat, getting Jon’s attention.
“Can you let me go?” he asked expectantly.
“Uh… Right,” said Jon releasing the hug.
The boy’s feet hit the ground in a second, making Jon realize that the height difference between the two was not the same he remembered, with Damian’s head now reaching near his nose, unlike before, that he was at his shoulder height.
“Dami… You hit a growth spur!” He squished the younger’s cheeks with mockery and also affection, noticing that the baby fat on it was less than before. “Rao, I take my eyes off you for a bit and you grow up.”
The boy was flattered, but tried to play it cool.
“That’s normal in a human individual of my age, you don’t have to fuzz about it,” he said in a fake nonchalant tone.
“I know, but just yesterday you still were the same little cute boy that hitted me with a batarang when didn’t recognize me.”
“Tt. I was thirteen years old when that happened. Does the “S” stand for stuppid? Three years have passed since that happened.”
Jon pouted. “Good to know something of the bratty boy is still there. Now I won’t get my eyes off you, or you’ll suddenly become a giant like Jason. Don’t stop being cute,” he gave him a kiss on the cheek and flew away to Dick.
He left the younger behind grumbling about not being cute.

After that Jon used every excuse he could think about just to go and hang out with the boy, being aware that they have many things to catch up with, even while working with Nightwing, he always thought about ridiculous excuses to go to the batcave although they have nothing to do it Gotham, mostly working on Bludhaven and Metropolis bay. Most of the time Nightwing would only shrug and agree without asking for his motives to go to Gotham at every opportunity.
That day was one of those times, they stopped a drug deal and decommissioned all the narcotics they found in a warehouse, Jon suggested taking it to the Batcave, and Dick was glad to not have to be the one in charge of disposition, leaving all the hard work to Bruce.
When they entered the cave Bruce was on the computer while Alfred was patching up Damian. Dick went to the young boy to ask what happened, and Jon did the same, but he had to drop the containers in a safe space first.
“Is nothing, just a few scratches,” the boy was saying to his brother and butler. “I can take care of it on my own.”
“Come’on Damian, don’t be stubborn,” Dick tried to appease him.
“Don’t you have a case to work on?” Damian retorted.
Nightwing only sighed in frustration. Jon went directly to Alfred.
“Hi Mr. Pennyworth, would you let me take care of it?” he asked politely.
“I suppose some super strength wouldn’t do bad to the young master,” he said while passing him the medical equipment.
After that both men let him deal with the stubborn teenager. Jon started to clean a wound near the boy’s clavicule, slightly dabbing at it with a cotton.
“How did you get this?”
“It's just a bullet graze,” the teenager said dismissively.
Jonathan grunted.
“You said it like if taking bullets it’s a common activity for a teenager.”
“It is. In Gotham.”
“Ugh. Who shot you?” he asked without noticing that his soft breath caressed the skin of the other's torso, causing goosebumps.
“The penguin. We snuck into one of his brothels and a scared prostitute caused a ruckus making them notice us.”
“Why did you snuck in a brothel?”
“We were searching for a young woman that disappeared."
Jon only sighed and continued with his ministrations, at last he put a bandage over the wound, it was until he was putting away the medical equipment that he noticed a strange scent, usually that kind of scent came from the humans when aroused, and this time came from the boy.
Jon turned around and watched him putting on a tank top, not an indicator of why he was aroused, and the kryptonian thought it must be just a teenage thing, the hormones making their job in the young man’s body. He let it pass, assuming that it would go away eventually, since surely Damian remembered a romantic interest or maybe even one of the poor girls in the brothel.
To Jonathan's surprise it became a common thing, even if it was to different degrees, but each time that he was in Damian’s proximity he could smell the arouse in the boy. He chose to not say a thing, yes, they were the best of friends, but asking his friend about his non stopping arousal was weird, maybe with time all the hormones would go away, it wasn’t rare for a teenager to be always horny, or that was what the blogs said.
It never went away, not even when Damian turned eighteen.

Jon was confused, not sure why that happened, until the younger got bold.
First it was subtle touches here and there, when they were on a mission or just hanging together, then the excuses to be alone together and the anger that came when they were interrupted by someone, usually one of Damian’s brothers, and then the suggestive comments, even if they weren’t inappropriate Jon didn’t want to respond to his advances, it should be a confusion. Jonathan always dismissed it as weird jokes.
Then came the expensive gifts and surprise dates, Jon always refused to call them that, at last came the territoriality, he circled the kryptonian’s waist with his arm every time that someone got too close to Jon, he hushed away undesirable suitors and spook the ones too stubborn to understand that Jonathan was not interested.
By the time the boy turned 21, there was no way Jon could remain in denial, his friend had been courting him, and did it shamelessly.

The first time Damian expressed his feelings to him using words and not actions, both were hanging together on the rooftop of Wayne Manor, sitting on a picnic cloth with some of Alfred's dishes since Damian didn’t want to go down to dinner, and Jonathan suggested a little picnic under the stars.
He admired each constellation that his friend pointed out to him, telling him its name and explaining where it came from; Jon occasionally contributed something if he had flown near any of them.
Then they stayed in silence for a few minutes, and when Jon turned his head to tell his friend a joke he found Damian’s eyes giving him an intense look.
“D? Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just… It’s just that I’ve been trying to find the words to say I love you.”
The kryptonian was glad that the other didn’t have super vision, he was blushing from head to toe.
“I… I love you too, Dami. You’re my best friend.”
“I know that you’re aware that I didn’t mean it like that,” Damian always speaks straightforwardly.
Jon went cold, not knowing what to say, there was no way to avoid that conversation now.
“What do you mean?” His panic made him act dumb.
The younger sighed with clear disappointment on his face.
“You know what I mean. I have been clear with my intentions.”
“Dami, I… We can’t.”
“Can’t? Or you just don’t want to?” The boy was clearly hurt.
“That’s not… We… we’re best friends, and… I’m older than you.”
“Just by three years, the same gap we have before you went to space, and I didn’t care about it,” the boy was trying to control his temper.
“But I do! We've been friends since forever, I can't just cross that line with you like that. You were my partner, my friend, someone I care about. And now suddenly…”
“Suddenly? Since I was eighteen I've done everything possible to let you see how I feel about you, and you never said a thing against it.”
“That was because I… We can’t… It’s not fair.”
“What isn't fair? That I love you after knowing you for years? That I waited until I was of age so as not to put you in an awkward position? That I haven't stopped loving you for a single day since I was sixteen?”
Jon didn’t know what to answer, he remembered smelling the arousal on the boy, dismissing it as a teenager thing, he never thought that the boy's feelings for him were so deep.
“I didn't know... that since you were sixteen,” he admitted quietly.
“That's why I didn't want to tell you before, so you wouldn't think exactly what you're thinking now.”
“And what am I thinking?” Jon asked in a slightly challenging tone.
“That you took advantage of me, or that you unintentionally gave off signals, or that something about this is wrong. But it's not, Jon. I'm twenty one; I'm not a child and I'm not confused.”
“I'm not saying you're confused, but…”
“So what's the problem? Age? Because if that's all it is, it's ridiculous; your mother is almost three years older than your father, the same difference as between us. And no, don't come at me with ‘it's different’, because the only difference here is that you don’t want to acknowledge what is happening between us!”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won't hurt me by rejecting me. You'll hurt me if you treat me like my feelings don't matter just because suddenly you returned older than me and act like you know what’s better for me.”
“That wasn’t my intention… I don’t… I don't know what to say. Okay? I saw you grow up. What would others think? And what would your…?”
“I don’t care what others say, I just care about you!”
That really moved him, he knew it was a bad idea, but the sincerity and intensity of the younger’s declaration made him feel like nothing else in the world mattered. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, as his superhearing tuned his grandma’s voice, calling for any kryptonian’s help for Jonathan.
“I… I have to go. Ma called and…” He saw fury arouse in the other’s eyes.
“Stop with your stupid excuses.”
“It’s not…” the screams got louder. “Sorry,” with a heavy heart he flew away from his friend.
When he arrived at the farm Kon was already there, carrying Pa to the truck so he could take him to the hospital. From a quick scan Kon could tell him that in the fall he fractured something, but luckily it didn't look so bad. Jon stayed with his Ma until they came back, he had already called Clark to tell him about the incident, since he was helping in another part of the world when the woman called for them.
They returned hours later, with Pa’s leg in a cast and a medical suggestion to go to a specialist. After a little discussion between the Kents they decided that Ma and Pa would go to Metropolis and stay for a week or two in Jon’s old room to be able to have a better treatment, while Jon would stay in Smallville to take care of the farm.
That night he thought of going back to his friend, but the fear of not knowing what to say to the boy stopped him. Now that his emotions and thoughts were settled he was convinced that the best was to not pursue a relationship. If something happened between the two, that could damage their friendship and companionship, jeopardizing missions, and that would frustrate Damian, and make him hate Jon.

A week later Jonathan was collecting the eggs from the chickens in the middle of the afternoon, when Krypto decided that staying still was too much for him and tried to enter the coop, making the chicken go crazy and peck at Jon. Even if he didn’t feel hurt he didn’t want to be their target and he escaped stumbling away, once outside he sighed with frustration while shaking off the feathers that got stuck in his hair.
“Are you so afraid of facing me that you prefer to take care of the chickens?” his friend’s voice surprised him.
“D! What are you doing here?!”
“I came to get an answer. I gave you your space for a week, but the conversation we were having can’t be left unfinished. I have to admit that I was a little surprised that you not only escaped that night, but that you also escaped your city.”
“I… I’m sorry about that. I know what it looks like, but I didn’t lie to you. Ma and Pa are in Metropolis seeking an opinion of a traumatologist and need someone to look out of the farm,” even if he was talking with sincerity he saw his friend starting to frown, so he added in a rush, “I thought of reaching out to you, but I didn't know what to say…”
“How about being sincere about your feelings?” he said pointedly, but not harshly.
Jon stopped a groan from coming out, he was trying to be the adult in the situation, and grumbling like a little kid wouldn’t help his case.
“I’m afraid. Okay?” He decided on ripping off the band aid. “No matter what happened you’re the only one that remained the same without caring how I messed up. And what if I indulge and it turns out we're a mess together? What if it changes everything? We’ll lose our friendship. What if we mess up so big that you end up hating me? What would happen with everything? Our companionship as heroes? What would our parents say?”
“Those are your fears, not real reasons. You’re hiding in a senseless ‘what if’s?’ and other’s expectations put upon you,” the young man said with a serenity and security that moved Jonathan, if it weren’t because he knew him by heart he wouldn’t notice the slight clench of fist the other was doing to keep calm. Damian sighed and took a wide look to their surroundings as if analysing the battlefield, then he looked him directly in the eyes. “Your parents are not here. There's no one watching. There are no missions, there are no leagues, there are no spectators. Just us, this farm and whatever time you want to take.”
“I know. Where are you going with this?”
“Let’s give it a try. A trial.”
“Trial?”
“Yes. A week. Seven days. You and I, here, as if we were... something more than friends. No labels, no commitments, no pressure. Just to be sure if we are ready to cross that line. If not… we could forget about this.”
“You put it out like some kind of high school experiment that you can drop at any moment.”
“That’s not…!” He stopped and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want it to sound impersonal and dismissive, but how would we know if this is the mistake you think it is if you’re afraid just by the thought of it? We would continue in the constant what if’s that are plaguing you right now.” He remained in silence for one minute to let his words sink in Jonathan’s mind, then he continued. “This is what I offer you. Seven days. If at the end of that week you feel uncomfortable, if it doesn't work, if you realize that you only see me as a friend... then I leave it. Forever. I won't bring it up again. We will continue to be companions and that's it.”
Jon gulped. “That sounds like an ultimatum.”
“You can see it that way… or you can also see it as a challenge,” he smirked deviously. “One of us already knows the outcome. We just need to prove who’s right.”
“You sound so sure of yourself,” Jonathan can’t help but let out the pettiness that came each time the other challenged him.
“I am. But as always, you’re doubting yourself. I can’t blame you for that, I have been proven right every time,” he was clearly provoking him, but like when he was a kid he couldn't back off from a challenge from his petulant friend.
“Deal done. But don't expect to bend me like when we were kids,” he answered so sure of himself.
“Excellent, just a rule,” Damian declared and Jon kept silent expectantly, “Neither of us is going to sabotage it on purpose. If you feel something, say it. If something bothers you, say so. No 'I'm fine' when you're not. Total honesty between us.”
“I can do it easily.”
“If you said so…” Damian smiled cockily, making Jon feel reality wash over him like a bucket of water, the younger trapped him and he fell on it willingly. “Now, let me show you how to do something as simple as take the eggs out.”
Damian entered the cob and in swift movement he emptied it of eggs, presenting him a full basket, and then dragged him to the house, the rest of the day Jonathan was a little tense, not really knowing how to act around the other, while Damian knew exactly what he wanted, to take him in his arms and touch as much as he wished, dropping blunt compliments to the other just out of nowhere.
At night they went together to Clark’s/Kon’s old room, Jon took out from a closet an inflatable mattress, hoping that Damian wouldn’t have in mind the idea of sleeping together.
“It’s not… I… thought that we wouldn’t fit in the bed together since is a twin size.”
“It’s okay for me,” he dropped his backpack beside it.
“How’s that you have a backpack ready to stay a week?”
“I thought that I would need to hunt you in another country, but you were just on your family’s farm.”
Jon groaned. “I really wasn’t hiding from you.”
“I know that now, it would be stupid to hide in a place as obvious as this.” He took the blankets and extended them on the mattress.
“No, Dami. You take the bed.”
“Don’t be stupid, I was the one to impose,” with a flop he seated on the mattress.
Jon didn’t find strength to fight him, so he went to change into his pajamas and then to rest. But he found it difficult to fall asleep, Damian’s presence made him feel uneasy. Not even the rhythmic beat of his heart lulling him like it usually would. When the sun started to rise he got up, it wouldn’t be bad to start the chores earlier than usual, but before going out he made sure to leave the breakfast served for the other.
Hours later, when he was repairing the fence, Damian went out of the house.
“You could have woken me up.”
“I know you bats are not early birds,” he rebutted and Damian grumbled in response. “Did you like your breakfast?”
“It was adequate. Let me help with that.”
“I’m almost done, Dami.”
“A better reason to help you. That way we finish earlier and you can go to take a shower and then have lunch.”
Jon didn’t have an excuse to avoid him, so he accepted.
They have a lazy afternoon. That day, throughout the entire time they were together, Damian managed to maintain contact the whole time, their feet together under the table, his arm resting on the sofa around the kryptonian's shoulders, and even his arm around his waist while Jon prepared dinner. At night, before going down the sheets, Damian deposited a little kiss on Jon’s cheek. Everything felt so domestic, Jon thought that he could live like that for the rest of his life.
The next day he woke up a little late to find Damian in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of them and Krypto’s plate already full. They collected the eggs, fed the chickens, checked the fence, grazed the cows and at last checked Ma’s vegetables, rearranging the scarecrow to maintain them safe. They were almost finished when the rain started to pour.
With Jonathan’s strength, Damian’s wiliness and Krypto’s aid they managed to put the cows inside the barn quickly, but the rain was heavy, and they got wet from head to toe, making them take refuge in the barn with the cows.
Seeing that they were soaked, Jonathan went to retrieve a blanket he kept in the little barn’s loft that his father made in his teenage days.
“Here, you’re all soaked,” the kryptonian covered the younger’s shoulders with the plaid.
“You too,” he said dismissively and put the plaid aside.
“But you can catch a cold.”
“Tt. Being human doesn’t mean that I would get sick or harmed by every little thing.”
“I know, but you’re sopping wet and it’s really freezing here. You wouldn’t like to spend our days together with a cold. Right?”
Damian grumbled in resignation, then he took off his shirt and used it as a towel to toss it away and take once again the blanket to put it on his shoulders. That clearly surprised Jonathan, who was not expecting it, much less to have a full view of the naked torso of his friend.
He felt his cheeks burn, Damian’s body was alluring. He was athletic, broad shouldered, with well defined muscles, killer abs, and a narrow waist. He had some chest hair, and tanned skin full of scars from his years of battling crime; these, instead of looking unpleasant, only made him look more attractive.
“What?” Damian noticed Jonathan's stiff posture.
“You shouldn’t take off your shirt, it’s cold.”
“Yes Jonathan, I know it’s cold, but a wet shirt wouldn’t help with that. Better take it off and cover with a dry plaid than remain soaked.”
“Right.” He averted his gaze.
Damian arched an eyebrow in confusion and looked him up and down. That’s how he noticed it, the boy was blushing. His stiff posture, the stutters and his eyes looking everywhere but him, clearly avoiding glancing at his naked torso. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“You are right. It’s freezing here.”
“Yeah?” Jonathan asked with wariness.
“Yes, I know you don’t feel it thanks to your kryptonian heritage. Maybe it would be of help for once.” He positioned in front of Jon.
The taller one gulped nervously. “Really? How?”
“Skin-to-skin contact is often a good method for maintaining body heat,” he declared suggestively while his hands started to play with Jon’s flannel buttons.
“If you say so…”
“Just tell me if you are not comfortable with this,” in a swift moment Jon was left shirtless and with his friend’s plush lips in his, sealing a kiss.
Damian kissed him as if he were claiming him, the kiss was deep, calculated, with small bites on his lower lip that tickled and burned at the same time, the younger’s arm around his waist felt like it was burning, while the fingers that held his chin felt like feathers caressing his skin.
He let the other maintain the control of the kiss, he was pushing him until they were laying on the plaid and the straw, with Damian’s body on top of him. Things were getting heated, and then a hand sneaked inside his trousers to massage his growing erection, snatching a moan from his lips.
“Do you want to go all the way?” the younger asked.
“Yes… I… whatever you want it’s fine by me,” for someone that didn’t need oxygen the same way that humans do, he sounded breathless.
Jon gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted. He wasn't sure about taking the initiative; with Jay and Nia he didn't have to worry about his strength, but Damian was not a meta, and although Jon had been the bottom a couple of times with Nia and Jay, he didn't consider himself very experienced either.
His internal questioning was answered when he felt the other's finger teasing his rim, making him pant delightfully, the fingering took him to a slight bliss state, that it came as a surprise when a big length penetrated him in a sudden movement.
It felt odd and erratic, arrhythmic and a little aggressive. That got him out of his stupor, making him feel a little uncomfortable. The bites and pinches the other gave him didn't help; even though they didn't cause him any pain, they felt anticlimactic and aggressive.
“D…” he called the other timidly. He received no response, only the grunt and thrusts from the other. He wasn’t feeling okay with it, and he was about to let things like that, it wouldn’t be his first bad fuck, but he remembered the conditions the other gave. “Dami… wait!”
He put some distance between the two by taking the younger by his shoulders. The young man gave him a confused and worried look.
“Is there something wrong?”
Seeing the concern in the other’s face made Jon speechless for a few seconds.
“It’s just… Please be gentle.”
“I… uh. Sorry,” he said frankly, but the red in his eartips let Jon know that he was a little ashamed.
He took Damian’s face between his hands and kissed his nose with affection.
“It 's alright. Just… do it more gently,” he rolled his hips slowly, “like this.” He said while setting a slow pace that the younger followed gladly with his trusts.
That earned him a grunt of pleasure that escaped from his friend’s throat. Soon they found a pleasant rhythm, sending them in an enjoyment state, with Damian chasing his lips to give him slight pecks, alternating with gentle nibble kisses on his jaw and neck, while his fingertips caressed Jon’s skin, like drawing something in him, giving him goose bumps.
The heat on the kryptonian's belly grew with every movement, at each skin touch he felt like floating, he hugged his partner’s hips with his legs, going faster, the two of them were moaning, it was clear the thing wouldn’t last much.
Jon saw stars while his stomach got wet with his come, his insides clenched around Damian’s member, making him come too. The younger let himself fall on top of Jon, letting out a sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.
The kryptonian wrapped his arms around him, hugging him, the other just let him, cuddling and resting his head on Jon’s neck curve, pressing sweet kisses on his collarbone. The older one relaxed even more and let his hands explore Damian’s back, tracing with his fingers the scars he found, putting special attention on one, it was larger than the others, and almost at the center of his back.
“How did you get this one?” he asked in a whisper.
“Uh… It was the one I got when I died. The Heretic pierced my chest with a sword.”
Jon tensed at that, and tightened his hug. They remained like that until Damian put some distance between the two.
“Come on. Our stomachs are sticky,” he got up and rolled off a condom.
“Uh… When did you put a condom on?”
“When I was fingering you. Were you so far away that you didn't notice?” he asked gallantly.
“I…! Did you carry condoms in your pocket all this time?”
“Yes?”
“You are really Bruce Wayne’s son.”
“Hey. I didn’t want to assume that you would agree with doing it raw.”
“ …How considerate,” he said with sincerity.
They put their underwear on and laid once again on the plaid, only hearing the rain and Krypto rummaging in another corner of the barn.
A sudden gust of air entered the barn, Jon felt Damian suppress a shiver. His body had warmed up a little, but his skin still felt cool from the rain that had soaked them. Worried Jon suggested Damian go up to his father's small loft and take one of the flannel t-shirts he kept there.
"What's wrong, Kent? Would you rather see me dressed as a farm boy than have me naked here with you?"
"Damian, no. I just don't want you to get sick."
"I know," the other said, letting out a sigh. "You're too kind to let the cold get to me." He placed a kiss on the corner of his lip, then stood up and offered his hand for support.
His friend proceeded to shake his hair to remove the straw, now without his initial embarrassment Jon stared at him, trying to tattoo in his memory what Damian looked like the first time they did it.
"...way"
"Uhh?"
"I asked you to lead the way."
“Of course,” Jon turned to head for the stairs.
"Wait," Damian said, taking his arm and running his fingers through his hair, shaking out any remaining straw. That small gesture sent a wave of affection through him.
"Come on," said Jon, taking his hand in a childish impulse, going up the stairs as if he were a kid showing his best friend his secret hiding place.
Upon arriving upstairs, he grabbed two flannel t-shirts and handed one to Damian, who only raised a skeptical eyebrow but put it on without complaint.
"This was supposed to be your childhood hiding place?"
"Actually, it was my dad's first."
"And the telescope?"
"My dad couldn't always see across the universe, you know. This was one of his hobbies in high school, and apparently also the place where he brought his high school sweetheart." He approached the telescope to adjust it and direct the lens towards Saturn's rings, offering Damian a glimpse.
Damian leaned closer to take a look. After a few moments, he stepped back from the camera and approached Jon.
"An interesting pastime for a teenager." Then Damian scanned the loft, he had to admit that even years later the place still looked good. The decor didn't look outdated; he'd even say that for a teenager's hideout, it looked cozy.
A new gust of wind came in through the window, raising the hairs on his legs. Jon, always attentive, reached out to close the windows, the gesture causing his shirt to lift slightly, revealing the boxers he was wearing and, beneath them, the curve of his firm buttocks. Damian's mouth watered.
Before the other could turn around, Damian had already grabbed him by the hips.
"Dami?" Jon turned around, surprised.
His friend kissed his neck. "Please, let me do it again."
"So soon?"
"What can I say, I like you a lot."
They both ended up on the sofa, with Jon on four, resting his elbows on the armrest. Damian continued what he started, leaving a trail of kisses all along his back until he reached his tailbone. He paused for a moment to inhale Jon's musky scent and then proceeded to part his cheeks, caressing his hole with his thumb, causing him a slight tingling sensation which in turn made him shudder.
The youngest one put two fingers to his mouth and after moistening them, he inserted them inside Jon and began to dilate him. He started slowly, pressing both fingers against the warm walls, stretching Jon’s hole and caressing the tender skin of his perineum. After a few minutes Damian still hadn't penetrated him, Jon felt on the verge.
"I'm ready, stop teasing me," he let out between gasps.
"Tt, so impatient." He paused for a moment to reach his jeans, which they had both left on the trunk table, and take the condoms that he had stored in his pocket. Confident in his previous work, Damian penetrated him in one thrust, causing his partner to let out a gasp of surprise.
With prior knowledge of how Jon liked it, he began to thrust slowly, holding his beloved first by the waist, then stroking his chest and moving his hand to his throat. Receiving no objection, he gave a small squeeze, Jon let out one of the most lewd moans he had ever heard from him.
The older man turned to look at him; apparently, he too had been taken by surprise. Damian leaned in to kiss him on the lips, hoping to help him relax again. They would talk about it later.
They continued at a slow pace; Jon moved his hips slightly in circles, occasionally clenching his insides each time his friend hit his prostate. Damian knew they would soon reach climax, so gripping Jon's waist tightly, he increased the pace of his thrusts, causing the other to lose his balance and bury his face in his arms. Five more thrusts and they were both coming.
They collapsed onto the sofa, Damian resting his forehead against the other's back, tickling him with butterfly kisses and sending shivers down his spine every time he exhaled.
Jon was glad with just staying like that, naked cuddling and thinking about nothing, feeling Damian’s hot breath against his skin, only the two of them and the sound of the rain, until it stopped and the farm went silent.
“We should go back to the house before it starts raining again. Maybe a hot shower would do you good.” Jon suggested, and the other agreed with a grumble.
They got up lazily, and dressed without much care, wanting to secure the barn quickly so they could go back to cuddle once more. The half-Kryptonian used his super speed to check everything, and together with Krypto went back to the house.
The older pushed instantly the other into the shower, arguing that it would be the best to avoid getting sick, being the menace he was, Wayne didn’t agree, until an idea got on his head.
“I’ll do it if you also shower with me.”
“What? Dami, I need to make dinner.”
“We could make it together, after we shower,” he circled the other’s waist with an arm and smirked.
“Dami, aren’t you hungry?”
“Oh, of course I’m hungry,” he declared and started to mouth at the taller man's neck, making him go lax on his arms.
“Okay, but we… we’re not doing anything funny.”
“Uhu.”
They did it once more in the shower, with Damian embedding Jon on the wall with the water still running. After a good dinner they went to bed, where Jon convinced the other to cuddle in the bed together, even if the other argued that they would fit, they managed to get comfortable the two on the twin size bed, with Jon spooning Damian, and like that they fell asleep.
The next day Jon woke up to the sight of Damian’s green emerald eyes watching his blue ones.
“Dames? How long have you been awake?” he asked while rubbing his eyes.
“Just a few minutes.”
“You should have awakened me.”
“You seemed to be enjoying your dream.”
“Uh. Why did you think so?”
“Your hard on was poking me.”
“What?!” Jon went completely red.
The younger smirked mischievously.
“Why so shy? It's not as if I hadn't seen it before,” he said coquettishly while sneaking a hand on Jon’s pajama pants and caressing his erected penis.
“D… isn’t it too early for that?” he inquired trying to suppress a moan.
“You think so?”
“Well… There’s many things… ahh… to do in the… farm,” he sounded breathless.
“Rigth, maybe I should stop.”
He did not. Soon the creaking of wood resonated in the room along their moans and sighs, until a crack interrupted his coupling and the mattress slipped to the floor.
“Oh Rao! We broke the bed. What am I going to say to Ma and Pa?”
“It’s like a hundred years old wooden bed that withstood two Kryptonian teenagers. It doesn't seem so strange to me that it broke.” He got up to dress up and inspect the damage, and Jon also floated panicking.
“But what am I going to say to them? ‘Hey Pa, Ma, sorry, I broke Dad's childhood bed because I was too busy making out with my… with Damian’.”
“We were making more than make out,” he snickered, but seeing the other’s face of concern he sobered. “Relax. I can replace it. We do the work as fast as we can and then we go in the truck to the town to buy a new one. By the time they realize it's been replaced, you can simply pretend nothing happened and that it only broke because it was old.
“Are you suggesting that I lie to them?”
“It’s not lying. They don’t have to know the details of what we were doing.”
“It is, by omission.”
“Well, then tell them the truth.”
“I can’t! It was the bed that Pa built for my dad with his own hands. And we… we tore it to pieces because…" his voice wavered "…because we couldn't control ourselves!"
The panic was turning into shame.
“Jon, it’s beyond repair. I'm sure your grandparents would understand if you tell them that it broke by accident, that the wood was too old.”
“I already told you that I’m not going to lie to their faces!” He kneeled in front of the broken bed and took a few pieces of the wood on his arms.
“It’s not lying. You tell them half the truth. The bed broke. It was an accident. The wood was old. All of that is true. We just left out the part where you moaned my name.”
“I didn't moan!”
“Of course you did,” he deadpaned.
“You're insufferable! Can't you take this seriously for once?” the wood that he had in his hands splintered.
“I’m taking this seriously. I just don’t know how you are so worked up about this. It’s not that of a problem, your family is understanding of those kinds of things. You don’t have to give them a graphic description to us fucking for them to understand it was an accident.”
“How could you know, if you've never had to give explanations to anyone?”
Damian went silent, and after a few seconds Jon realized it was a little insensitive on his part, since the younger didn’t have the blame for his family being so caught up in their own affairs, that there were times when they even ignored other people's birthdays, one of those times being Damian's 13th birthday.
He panicked once again, but this time was because he didn't want to be mean to his friend.
“I… I’m sorry, Dames. I didn’t want to…” the other didn’t let him end his sentence.
“Tt. It 's fine. I know you just said it in the heat of the moment,” he dismissed it.
“No, it’s not fine. I… I knew that it was a sensitive topic for your family for a while and I still… Why aren’t you mad at me?”
“Because I know that you easily get hot-headed and say things you didn’t actually mean.”
“Still, I was… an asshole.”
“Not so much, and my family is full of that. I can manage you being a little mean.”
“Is not alright.”
“It is. I’m not angry, a little amazed, but not angry.” He kneeled beside the taller and cradled his face in his hands. “Can’t you see? We fought like always, and nothing changed. We’re still the same, the world didn’t end. Do you have more proof that nothing is going to end catastrophically just because we decided to give this a chance?”
Jon shook his head and pouted, the other took it as an invitation to place a soft kiss on his lips. Then he got up.
“Now it’s time to move. I’ll go make breakfast. If you want to take a few more minutes for you to calm down you can stay here,” he said and left him alone in the room.
The older one used that moment to think about what happened. He let his anger speak for him, as he grew up he learned to not let that part of him show so easily, but he let his guards down and said something harmful to his friend and loved one, and he, instead of getting angry at him and yelling, showed patience to him. Ugh, when did he grow up so much? He seemed so mature, and it happened in front of his eyes. He rubbed off the tears he let out and got up to get ready and go down to eat with the other.
They remained silent while eating, Jon’s mood was obviously affected by their fight. Damian noticed it and he wrapped one of the other's hands with his own.
“Hey. Let’s do this, we get a new bed, and we keep the one upstairs. We fix it up. We turn it into something other than a bed. A garden bench. A table. Whatever you want. But we don’t throw it away. We just… repurpose it. It’s that okay with you?”
Jon took a deep breath and nodded. But the mood didn’t lighten, the blue eyed boy kept silent for the rest of the morning, still feeling guilty, he worked with his head down and avoided physical contact between them.
After work, they got up on the farm’s old truck and started their way to the town to replace the bed. Jon remained downcast while Damian was on the wheel, it was a little of a surprise when the younger’s hand rested on his tight, and he did all the possible to stop looking startled. If Damian seeked the touch maybe he wasn’t really upset after all. He mentally slapped himself. Of course Damian wasn’t upset with him, he told him that just after their fight, and he wasn’t someone that lied about that.
He relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of the other’s hand… Until they hitted a bump and his hand went a little higher thanks to the little jump the truck did. He didn't get it back down, he left it like that, but Jon thought with nervousness that it was too near his crotch, and he noticed that his blood started to go down.
Taking a deep breath he closed his legs in a try to hide his growing hard on.
“Are you trying to crush my fingers?” Damian said jokingly.
“What? No! I…” He groaned.
Getting his companion’s attention, who quickly noticed it and smirked. Soon his hand started wandering all along his tight, with his fingers tickling him, and teasing every time he was almost touching his member.
“D!! You’re driving!”
“And? I can do both.”
“Stop with it. You should put attention completely on the road.”
“I was not the one that got far headed with just a simple touch.”
“Dami… stop.”
He swerved and pulled over to the side of the road, putting all his attention on the half-kryptonian.
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I know, but it would be better to address what we have here,” he undid his seatbelt and turned to his partner to start kissing him.
“Ugh. You are the worst.” he complained between kisses, with no actual heat on his voice.
“You weren't saying the same thing yesterday in the shower.” Somehow, without Jon noticing it, he made his pants and shoes disappear, and now was playing with Jon’s underwear elastic.
“We better not stop for a while, we still need to go for the bed,” he said between kisses, trying to maintain his composure while the other teased him slowly sliding his underwear down his legs.
“Oh, let it be. After all, we skipped the reconciliation sex,” he rubbed their now unclothed members and with that Jon’s resolution was completely gone.

They managed to come back with the new bed before the rain hit the farm; Damian managed to convince Jon to buy a queen size, arguing that after all, his parents could also use it when they had to stay at the farm. After they settled everything in Clark’s old room they cuddled once more. The kryptonian was floating with the discovery that his friend was one of the best cuddlers in the world.

The next day slipped away in peace, they did the chores, cooked their meals together, did carpentry work on the broken bed as Damian had suggested, and had a lazy evening, with only the two of them enjoying the other’s company, then went to bed early. They were so cozy and at peace in each other's arms that they didn't notice the pings of Damian’s cellphone each time that a message arrived.

It was a late morning on Wayne manor, the place was full, all of Bruce’s proteges stayed the night after a multiple exhaustion on Arkham Asylium.
Catherine was serving them their breakfast, while everyone was taking a seat almost half-sleeping on the table.
“Fucking Joker,” complained Steph with her face down on the table.
“Come on, he wasn't the worst. It totally was Condiment King,” Dick butted in while rubbing a towel on his hair.
“You only said that because he filled your pretty boy's hair with mustard,” Jason mocked him.
Dick opened his mouth to rebuttal, but Tim’s complaint stopped him before he could say everything else.
“And the demon brat didn't even bother to answer the messages. We needed all the people who could be on the field and he vanished.”
“Yeah. It’s not fair that the demon got to avoid a mission when many hands were needed," Jason seconded.
The older of the brothers checked his phone and found that in fact the younger of the family hadn't answered any of the messages they sended him.
“Does anyone know where he is? It's usually not a good thing when he goes off the radar,” he asked with something like concern on his voice.
“Oh, I saw him a few days ago. He said that he was going to see his friend Jon, he had a backpack with him, so maybe he’s staying with him,” Duke piped up while nursing a cup of coffee.
“They must be at Kent's farm. Kon told me that his Pa had an accident and needed to go to Metropolis to see a specialist,” Tim explained.
“Uh…” Dick relaxed and started to eat his breakfast like everyone else.
They were almost finished when Bruce went down the stairs, already dressed with a suit and fastening a watch on his wrist.
“Aren’t you staying for breakfast, sir?” Catherine asked.
“No. A last minute meeting at Wayne Enterprises popped up. I have to go.”
“Please eat something on your way there,” said Duke, like the responsible guy he was.
“I will. Please don’t cause a ruckus here,” he pleaded, giving his three adopties a warning glance.
“We’re not twelve for you to treat us like that,” Jason said defensively.
“He’s right Bruce. May I have to remind you that the three of us are responsible adults?” Dick retorted.
“If you said so. And misters adults, I thought you already had left old habits behind. If you’re the adults you claim to be, buy your own condoms and stop stealing the ones in my drawer like shameful teenagers.”
“What? I didn’t steal anything!” Dick screamed.
“Cass?” Bruce asked his daughter if she perceived a lie.
“He’s not lying,” she said simply.
“Of course I’m not. It must have been Jason!”
“Oh yes, he points to the dead man who cannot defend himself.” The aforementioned jumped immediately.
“You’re not dead!”
“But I was!”
Seeing that a fight was starting Bruce decided to drop it.
“Whatever. Please behave,” and with a sigh he left them in the dining room.
That didn’t stop the fight, the men continued yelling at each other while the others watched them, until Jason dragged Tim in.
“You always blame me. How do you know it wasn’t Tim? He’s too self-absorbed to remember to go out and buy condoms for him and his beggar boyfriend.”
“Kon is not a beggar,” he defended.
“The guy is completely broke.”
“Says the legally dead guy.”
“Shut up all of you! I haven't even finished my coffee and your shouting is driving me crazy,” the blonde stopped the fight. “Cass, who did it?”
She only shrugged and continued eating.
“What does that mean?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, please tell us, so these two could shut up and stop blaming me,” Tim pleaded.
“None did it.”
“What? That couldn’t be. It has to be one of us…”
“Ha! The quiet ones are always the worst,” Jason accused Duke.
“What? But I…”
“You came to the manor just a few days ago, you were at the crime scene,” Tim pointed out.
“I didn’t even enter Bruce’s room.”
“Cass?” the three males asked once again for their sister's interference.
“He’s not lying.”
“If he’s not lying, who did it?” Tim went all detective mode.
She shrugged once more.
But the three brothers watched each other while trying to solve the mystery.
“Oh hell no!” Tim screamed.
“What?!” Jason and Dick inquired.
“B is going to be pissed.”
“Explain!”
“Yes, please. If it's about driving Bruce crazy, I want to get involved,” Stephanie declared with malice.
“I don’t think you really want to be involved in it.” Tim said while all eyes were on him. “You see. Damian has been gone for a few days, and B’s condoms too. And where is Damian?”
“With, Jon. Duke said just a few moments ago. Duh?” Dick pointed out and everyone kept silent until everything clicked in.
Dick gasped, Jason got out a gun out of nowhere, Steph laughed like crazy and the other three remained silent.
“Are we going to sit here like stupids?” Jason demanded.
“What do you mean?” Tim asked with concern.
“The brat is in some part of Kansas alone with a kryptonian that can't even buy condoms. Are we going to leave it like that?”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Jason is right. We have to defend his honor,” Dick interrupted, and at the back Stephanie let out a laugh worthy of a hyena.
“He’s not a damsel in distress,” Tim tried to reason with them.
“No, he’s the baby of our family.” Dick declared.
“He’s twenty one!”
“Still a baby!”
“I’m with Dick on this one. Are we going to let the kryptonians take all of our boys? We have to make them pay” Steph seconded.
“The fuck you’re saying? You ended things between us!”
“Stop wasting time! Are we going to do something or not?!” Jason got his attention.
“Yeah! To Kent's farm!” Stephanie declared and they scattered to get ready for the trip.
Tim was left in the dining room with Duke and Cass.
Sighing, he asked his remaining siblings. “Are you accompanying us?”
“This is a mess. I have something to do, and I really don’t want to piss Damian off. I’ll leave you to it.” Duke declined.
Cass shrugged before adding. “This could be fun, I'll just watch from the sidelines.”
Tim really felt thankful for his sister at that moment.

That day was a rainy day. Damian and Jon decided to rush with the chores in hopes that they will end before the water stops them, and they almost did it; luckily for them, the rest were not so important chores, so they went back to the house with Krypto’s company, the alien dog went instantly to his place beside the stove, seeking warm, like he wasn’t some degrees above a normal dog temperature.
Jon laughed at that and then dragged Damian to the couch with him. They laid there under a plaid and watching old movies, only the two of them existed on his own little world.
The kryptonian young man rested his head on the other’s chest with his ear above his heart, and his cheek squished on his pec, with Damian’s arms circling his waist. He was paying attention to the old western he chose, when the younger’s fingers sneaked under his shirt. He sighed contentedly with the touch.
Then they went down and down, getting on his pants and his underwear.
“Dami… don’t be naughty,” he complained half heartedly, but did nothing to stop the other.
The next moment he was fingering him, and Jon was trying to suppress a moan. Things escalated quickly, their clothes disappeared in an instant, and the kryptonian was straddling the other while his friend had three fingers deep inside him.
“I don’t need that much preparation,” Jon panted. “You won’t hurt me.”
“I still want to do things the right way.”
“You’re so sweet. But I’m ready,” he kissed the other before he could say something else.
He aligned himself with Damian’s cock and slowly sat on it, just to start riding him, while his partner was mouthing enthusiastically at his bosom, running his hands all over his body, caressing it.
The pace increased, both were close to their climax, Jon was so excited that he didn't notice the sound of a plane landing on the farm and several people approaching the house, until the door suddenly opened, startling them both.
“Stay away from him!” Jason shouted as soon as he entered.
Jon almost fell off the couch, and groped for cover with the blanket that had been thrown aside. In the entrance were Dick ready to throw a kryptonite batarang at him, Jason with a crowbar on his hands, Stephanie lifting the rocking chair that she found there like it was a weapon, and Tim covering her eyes after noticing they were naked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Damian yelled at his siblings. positioning himself in front of Jon, trying to shield him from his family's stare astonished gaze.
“Can you put down Ma’s rocking chair?” Jon pleaded to Steph.
“Get the fuck out of here!” The younger one ordered.
The shocked siblings reacted slowly but they left, slamming the door behind them.
Even if there were just the two of them inside the house, Jon remained petrified. Damian sighed and with care he took the other’s face between his hands.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think my brothers would be bargaining here.”
Jon shook his head.
“It’s not your fault. Plus… I was so distracted that I didn't hear them arriving.” He admitted without lifting his gaze, clearly embarrassed.
The younger one leaned to give him a slight peck.
“I’ll go to manage them,” he carefully guided his partner out of his lap and started dressing.
“D… Can you please…?” He was completely red in the face. “ … ask them to not tell everyone? I want to be the one telling my parents that we are… boyfriends.”
Giving him a sly smile, he said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." And got out of the house, leaving him to also dress up.

They were in silence, sitting at a rustic bench they found on the porch, except for Cass, who was watching them leaning against a post.
“Remember me to never sit on that couch again,” Dick pleaded.
“I wish I hadn't seen that,” Tim declared.
“At least we’re sure our brother is not the one getting banged,” Jason supplied.
Everyone’s heads turned in his direction.
“Was that what worried you? Damian being a bottom?” The blonde inquired.
“Well, yes. We have had enough with one of our brothers submissing to a kryptonian.”
“That’s kinda homophobic,” Steph signaled.
“Hey! Who says I’m bottoming? Or do you think that only because they're stronger that would make us bottoms? That’s heteronormative!”
“Oh, then are you a top?”
“I’m not going to dignify your question with an answer.”
“To be fair, I’m not even sure that Mr. Kent is the top with Miss Lane,” Stephanie butted in.
“Please don’t discuss the Kents’ sexual life or that of any kryptonian.” Dick said tired.
In that moment the door opened and Damian dedicated them an exasperated gaze.
“The fuck were you thinking?”
“We were trying to defend your honor,” the blonde declared.
“My honor? Do you think I’m a damsel from the XIX century?” He was trying to keep his composure, but he wanted to kill his siblings.
“Not anymore, didn’t think that the honor that had to be defended was that of the superbaby,” Jason deadpanned.
“Seriously. What is wrong with you?”
“Look, we were worried,” Dick interceded.
“Worried? Father knew I was here. Why did you suddenly have the urge to come here like it was some stupid crusade?”
“Well…”
“For the record, I did not agree to this.” Tim added before anyone told something more.
“But you did nothing to stop us,” Jason accused him.
“As if it could be possible to stop you all, you mononeuronal…”
“Stop!”
“Little D, we were just trying to be good older brothers. Yeah, we messed up, and we’re sorry for that.” The older one decided to mitigate the damage.
“An apology is not enough. You came here and bargained in the Kent’s house, tried to use a chair like a weapon and for what? Attempting to threaten Jon with a crowbar?”
“You know it couldn’t do him any harm,” Jason defended himself.
“But the kryptonite batarang could actually do it.”
“Well… What about an apology to Jon?”
“Yeah. You better, but still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Are you trying to guilt trip us into being your slaves or something like that?” Stephanie asked
“I was not. But you gave me the idea,” everyone but Cassandra groaned. “And Cass? Did you come here just to see this stupids embarrass me?”
“I came for the fun, never thought they would actually find the two of you in a compromising moment. I believed that if they actually would do something harmful I'd be able to stop them before it.”
The younger sighed. “Okay. I don’t blame you”
“Hey! I tried to get some sense in them,” Tim jumped in.
“Thank you… I suppose. Now, before you go and apologize to Jon I want to make sure you don’t tell anyone that we are together.”
“What? But…!” Dick started to complain.
“Our relationship is recent, and he wants to be the one to inform his parents about it.”
“How recent?”
“A few days ago.”
“Days? You stole B’s condoms to get some action even if you weren’t together already?”
“I didn’t come here without a plan,” he arched an eyebrow.
“That 's… You’re really B’s son.”
“Now, you’re going to apologize from here. I’m not sure Jon wants to see your faces.”
Everyone told their apologies loud and clear, even if they were sure the young man could hear them without a problem from the outside, but they wanted to appease Damian. The door opened again, and Jon, with his cheeks, red with embarrassment, smiled at them.
“It 's all right. I know you were worried about D. But next time please knock the door.”
“Don't worry, that lesson was learned,” Jason deadpaned.
“Good. Now leave,” Damian commanded, and ushered everyone into the batwing.
When he came back Jon was waiting for him on the porch and took his hand.
“You didn't have to face them.”
“I know, but if they took the time to come here and be worried about you, I could also tear out my shame and show them that I care about you the same.”
They kissed sweetly and entered the house, they still had two days to be on their own and enjoy their alone time.

When Ma and Pa came back, the young men were waiting for them on the porch. Kon- El passed beside them and nodded to them as a salute, then entered to leave the suitcases, while Ma and Pa stayed to greet them right there.
“Damian, good to see you here. It's been a long time since you came.” Ma said while hugging him.
“Yeah. I came to accompany Jon this last week. Sorry for not notifying you before arriving.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re welcome here any moment.”
“Thank you.”
“Where did this bench come out?” Pa asked while analyzing the new addition to the porch.
Jon tensed. “Ahhh… About that. Dad’s old bed broke and we replaced it, but we got the idea to reuse it and we made this. Sorry about that.”
“I see. Don’t dwell on it, son. It was too old.” He patted him on the back and went into the house with Ma following behind him, but not before he said jokingly. “Ah… The young love, always so eager.”
They heard Kon’s hysterical laugh from the inside.
Jon blushed completely and Damian gave him a knowing smirk, then took his hands and entered the house.
“Well… about that,” Jon started, but his admission was not going to be any news for his family.