The Fear of touching you ( Damian X Jon)

Bets

A/N  I stayed up super late doing this I hope you guys love me XD
Some spelling is probably way wrong I'm ultra tired, but here it is! - King

Damian stared at himself in the mirror.
He was frowning.

He didn't want to have dinner with the Kent's.

He'd much perfer having Jon to himself again.

Though that would be greedy.

You could only have so much time to yourselves when yvou were a superhero.

And super sons, as well.
Legacies to follow.

Expectations to hold.

When he was out there, helping people, it didn't seem so bad.

Maybe, just maybe, it was worth all that time, and all that blood and pain.

He had a suit laid out on his bed.

Sleek and black, his button down and tie matched the blue of Jonathan's eyes.

They had only been away from one another half the day but he still missed his joyful boyfriend.

Jon's optimism would lift his spirits right about now.

He was unhappy when Jon wasn't around.

Not that anyone could tell.

He wasn't even sure if Jon realized that.

He got dressed and headed down stairs.

He didn't have anything else to keep himself busy with for once so he went to the kitchen to help Alfred.

This wasn't the first time he had done this.

The old Butler had Taught him quite a lot about cooking.

He enjoyed it, though only Alfred and Jon knew about this.

If his brothers found out about this...

He'd never live it down.

Alfred asked him about his trip.

He was comfortable enough with the old man to tell him anything.

He practically raised him.

He was more like a grandfather than a Butler.

Damian was surprised at himself, he was talking about their time freely.

He was safe with pennyworth.

Alfred wanted nothing more than to see the joy that sparked in those lovely green eyes when he spoke about Jon everyday.

He wanted happiness for the Young Wayne whom had already been through so much.

Though that rather seemed to be a curse on the Wayne bloodline.

He wondered what kind of parents Damian and Jon would be.
A gleeful Kent and a morbid Wayne.

Perfect.

He chuckled to himself.

" Master Damian"

He said looking at Damian with pride and joy.

" I'm not dying until you marry that boy"

Not much flustered Damian Wayne but his cheeks lit a soft pink

Alfred just winked

The doorbell rang and Damian felt a slight sense of dread.

He threw his dish towel down and headed for the door.