◾◻❤JonDami Oneshots❤◻◾

💔💖⚠Scars⚠💖💔

◾◻◻ Both boys are 15◻◻◾ 

Slight TW as the scars could be seen as triggering to some readers (No they are not self harm scars, they are be battle/training scars)

Jon's pov 

Damian and I had just finished up patrol around Gotham and we were back at my place because Damian was supposed to spend the night. 

I finished pulling on my pjs and turned to Damian who was slowly removing his suit. He still had his shirt and pants on. I frowned. 

"Babe, I'm gonna go downstairs and grab some snacks. Do you want anything?" I asked, putting on my glasses. Damian glanced at me. 

"Just water thanks." He smiled meekly. I nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind me. I hope he's okay. He seems on edge. I thought as I made my way downstairs quietly. I entered the kitchen and grabbed two mugs, filling them both with cold water. I set the mugs on the counter and opened the pantry cupboard. I found a small tin of cookies and took them. 

I quietly snuck back up the stairs with the cookies and water and pushed open my bedroom door. My eyes were immediately attracted to Damian who stood shirtless in front of my full-body mirror. His eyes were scanning over his reflection, or more specifically, his scars. 

He caught me watching him and whipped around, grabbing his pj shirt and using it to cover his chest. But the damage had been done. 

I made direct eye contact with my boyfriend. I placed the water and cookies on my desk before approaching him. 

"Is this why you were so nervous about changing with me?" I asked quietly. Damian kept his shirt pressed against his chest. He avoided my eyes and nodded slowly. My heart shattered into a million pieces. 

Damian al Gul Wayne, the fearless Robin looked so small and scared. I'd never seen him like this before. He rarely showed weakness and when he did, it was only for a split second. 

His shaking hands dropped the shirt and it landed on the floor by his feet so I could see his chest. There were small scars littered on his tan skin. There was a large one cutting from just above his heart, down to his abdomen in a diagonal line. 

There was a scar carved like an 'X' over his heart and another large scar starting at his abdomen and tracing around his side until it vanished on his back. Damian rubbed his arm and I could see he was desperately fighting back tears. 

I approached him slowly and softly touched his arm. He didn't flinch and I took it as a sign to move closer. I wrapped my arms around the smaller boy, pulling him to my chest in a tight embrace. 

Damian began shaking softly and I heard small sniffles. I felt his tears beginning to wet my shirt but I didn't mind. I felt Damian hook his arms under mine and grip onto the back of my shirt. 

"Damian, Damian baby... Shh, it's okay... I'm here... Shh..." I cooed softly. I glanced up and saw the reflection on his back in the mirror. There were also multiple little scars scattered across his skin as well as a few larger ones. The one that caught my eye was a large slash across his back that had been poorly stitched. There were scars on his shoulders and on the back of his neck. 

I hugged him tighter upon seeing them. They made me angry. Angry at whoever caused Damian such pain. At the people who caused my beloved boyfriend pain. 

"J-Jon," Damian mumbled. I hummed in response. "D-Do you think they're repulsive?" He asked quietly. I pulled away from the hug to cup his cheek in one hand, keeping the other wrapped around his waist. 

"Of course not Dami." I responded softly, wiping one of his years with the pad of my thumb. "I think they're beautiful, just like you." I said, kissing his forehead. He smiled softly. 

"You're so sappy." He chuckled, wiping a tear. I grinned. 

"You're the one who asked." I teased. "Hey Damian, look at me." I ordered softly. Damian looked up at me with shining green doe eyes. 

"I love you. Scars and all. You could look like, I dunno, the Joker and I'd still love you, okay?" I said, quickly pecking his lips. Damian nodded smiling softly. 

"I love you too."

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I'm not crying, you're crying.