◾◻❤JonDami Oneshots❤◻◾

⚠️💖It's Going To Be Okay💖⚠️

TW: Topics of depression, attempted suicide and self harm, please skip if this will trigger you!

◾◻◻Both boys are 16◻◻◾

Jon's pov

I groaned softly and I extended my hand to search for my phone that was going off. I shut off the alarm and brought the phone to my face. I laid on my back, kicking the blankets of myself. I yawned and checked the time and day.

Saturday, 9:30 AM

I pushed myself out of bed to get dressed. I was supposed to go over to Damian's place today for a sleepover. I tossed my phone back onto the bed and opened my closet. I undressed out of my pjs, folding them and placing them in my backpack.

I changed my undergarments, and packed a fresh pair in my bag as well as a extra pair of socks. I pulled on a plan white t-shirt, blue jeans and a red and black plaid flannel, leaving the flannel unbuttoned. I finished buckling my belt and packed a change of clothes. I ran my hands through my messy black locks.

I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and washed my face. I packed the toiletries once I was done and began gathering other items such as my charger, glasses cleaner, a book Damian was making me read, a grey hoodie I knew Damian would end up stealing.

My Superboy suit was packed too just in case. I put on my glasses and headed downstairs, slinging my bag over my shoulders and phone in hand.

"Morning mom." I greeted, kissing her cheek. I set down my bag by the foot of my chair.

"Good morning Jon, heading over to Damian's?" She said whilst unloading the dishwasher. I nodded, grabbing a plate from the cupboard. I grabbed a piece of already prepared toast. Just as I was about to butter it, my phone started ringing.

I paused and checked the caller ID.

"Hey Dami!" I greeted. Damian was quiet on the other end. I frowned. "Damian-"

"I did it again Jon." Damian cut me off in a quiet voice. My face fell and I quickly stood up. Mom glanced at me, pausing her work.

"Oh Damian... I'm heading over I'll be there in ten minutes. Just hold on love." I picked up my bag, shouldering it again. Damian sniffed on the other end.

"Okay." He responded softly. He hung up.

"Is there a problem?" Mom asked. I glanced at her. Damian doesn't want anyone to know what's going on. I don't think I would either.

"Just a small issue. It'll be okay. Bye mom!" I said, exiting the house. I heard her shout and goodbye after me. I glanced around. Upon not seeing anyone, I jumped off the ground, flying in the direction of Gotham. I was careful to not let anyone see me. It's also early on a Saturday morning so I'm not too concerned.

I am concerned about Damian.

Damian and I got together nearly a year ago and we've been dating since. Up until a month or so ago, I found out Damian had been struggling with depression for a long time. Very serious depression at that. The way I found out was when he attempted suicide.

I remember seeing him standing on Gotham's bridge, staring down at the murky oily water a hundred meters down. He had been wearing his Robin uniform. His mask discarded on the ground as he stood on the railing. His hand was beginning to loosen it's grip on the pole he was holding.