◾◻❤JonDami Oneshots❤◻◾

💖 Stuffed Animal 💖

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 14◻️◻️▪️

3rd person pov

Jon and Damian finally arrived back at the Jon's house. They were both exhausted, having just finished an intense patrol. Long story short, they ran into a long line of trouble.

"I am now dead." Jon declared, collapsing onto his bed limply. Damian rolled his eyes.

"Get dressed for bed Superbaby, I don't want your sweaty clothes in the bed. It's bad enough we have to share." He snapped, beginning to undress.

Jon groaned dramatically into the pillow but managed to push himself off the bed nonetheless.

Damian went off to the bathroom once he'd changed into his pjs without Jon noticing.

Jon had started to undress then redress himself at turtle-like speed. By the time he was done dressing, Damian was back in the bedroom, the usual scowl ready for bed.

Jon glanced up, trying to hide his smirk. Damian was wearing the adorable pjs Jon secretly loved.

"Jonathan, move your ass." Damian said, kicking his friend out of the room. Jon grumbled inaudibly as he went to the bathroom.

He began preparing his bed on the floor where he usually slept, arranging the blankets and fluffing the pillow to his liking.

He glanced back at door. Jon wasn't in sight. He started fighting around in his bag.

Where is it? He wondered, beginning to take things out of his bag. Still, it was no wear to be found.

"Kalil?" Damian whispered in alarm. He began looking in the blankets and in his pillow for the light brown plush cat.

Panic was rising in his chest. Kalil was his plush cat's name. It was an old, ragged stuffy, something Damian had held onto since the league. It was the one toy his mother let him have when she saw how much he loved it.

It was small enough that Damian took it with him everywhere when he knew he'd have to sleep. The small thing provided a sense of comfort and Damian could not sleep without it.

He bit his lip just as Jon walked into the room.

"Ohmygoshhh..." Jon whined as he shut the door and flopped down onto his bed.

"-tt- you're finally in your crib so stop your whining you big baby." Damian snapped, trying to keep the panic hidden in his voice. Jon glared down at the smaller, too tired to notice his discomfort.

"Shuttup." He mumbled, stuffing his face in his pillow.

Damian rolled his eyes and turned off the light before settling down into his makeshift bed.

"Night Dami..." Jon yawned. Damian made a noise in response, trying no to panic as Kalil wasn't there to comfort him. Damian didn't know what to do, so he laid wide awake, fumbling with the blankets in his hands.

Jon passed out pretty quick, his light snoring not helping Damian at all. Damian sat up in bed, beginning to feel around in the dark again for Kalil.