◾◻❤JonDami Oneshots❤◻◾

💔 For Your Own Good 💔

Requested by @Jorge0456 (I hope I wrote what you wanted)

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◾◻◻Both boys are 15◻◻◾

Damian's pov

"I really do wish that it wasn't so damn rainy in Gotham all the time." I mumbled zipping up my black jacket. Jon glanced at me.

"It's not that bad Dami." He said to which I responded with an eye roll.

"That's because you don't have to deal with it twenty-four seven, you're out on your bright sunny farm." I contradicted.

"Someone's grouchy." Jon chuckled. I glared into nothing.

"Shut up you damn alien." I hissed.

"Damian, I'm not an alien- I'm technically half alien." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"You're still an alien." I responded. Jon muttered something I couldn't quite catch. I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Why did you even call me out? Where are we going?" I quizzed. Jon suddenly had an evident coat of blush across his cheeks. I raised an eyebrow as we turned into the park.

"I uh, I wanted to tell you something..." He trailed off.

"Oh? What is it?" I felt a nervous feeling in my stomach. What the hell is this? Why am I feeling this way? We ducked under a small covering with a bench and stopped walking.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" I asked, facing the superboy. Jon was fumbling with his coat zipper, which still remained unzipped. He was avoiding my eyes.

"C'mon Kent we don't have all day." I huffed, crossing my arms. Jon sucked in a breath of air.

"I had wanted to tell you that I-I..."

"Spit it out Kent."

"I like you Damian." He mumbled, refusing to make eye contact. I placed a hand on my hip.

"Okay? So? I don't mind your existence either." I said. Jon looked at me with a baffled expression before releasing a small groan and facepalming.

"Damian, I don't think you understand." He mumbled. I glared.

"Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I shot at the taller, raising my voice. "I understand everything perfectly fine! What the hell would you," -I pointed an accusing finger at Jon's chest- "understand that I wouldn't-!"

Jon cut me off by pressing his lips to mine in a short, chaste kiss. He recoiled quickly with a large blush on his face. He was still cupping my cheeks. I felt my face grow warm.

"Sorry Damian, I shouldn't have done that- that was stupid." Jon said, releasing my face. He began backing up. I quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards me.

Unfortunately, I pulled him a little to harshly. Jon shrieked softly as he tripped and crashed into me, knocking us both to the ground.