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💖💔For Your Own Good Part 2 💔💖

Requested by @Csyfleyer

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 18◻️◻️▪️

Jon's pov

Three years.

It's been three years since than one night Damian went with his mother to protect me. I still beat myself up over it. I should've been stronger. Quicker. Smarter. Anything to save Damian.

After I had woken up in the Batcave and told Bruce and the others what happened, I burst into tears crying about how it was all my fault while the Batfamily tried to assure me it wasn't.

Both mom and dad picked me up, giving me the same 'It's not your fault' treatment.

Then for the next year, me, Jason, Tim, Dick, Alfred, Barbra, Cass, Steph, Bruce, Kara, Conner, dad, mom and others all looked for Damian.

But he seemed to have just disappeared off the face of the earth. The League of Assassins as well as Talia had disappeared too.

Most of us assumed him to be dead but I refused to come to that conclusion. I felt in my heart that he was alive somewhere. But he wasn't happy.

I clenched my fists.

Stupid. I thought. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted my glasses before getting back to work.

Like I said, most people believed Damian to be dead. Gone for good. But I refuse. Me, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph and Dick all refuse to believe so.

I've been staying up late ever since trying to even find the smallest clue as to where my boyfriend went.

I swallowed.

Boyfriend.

The night Damian left, we never broke up. But we never said we'd continue dating either. We didn't have the time.

I don't know what to think of our relationship. I only think what we could've been doing if I'd saved him.

"Jon? Why are you up?" Mom scolded, poking her head into my room. "It's almost midnight."

"I'm doing some research." I mumbled. I felt her hand rest on my shoulder. She was silent as she read what was on my screen. I had multiple tabs, notes and apps open, all with the little information I had regarding Damian.

"Jon, please. He disappeared three years ago." Mom started. I gritted my teeth, clenching my fist.

"I-I know but it doesn't mean he's dead." I defended. "He's still alive. I can feel it mum!" I turned to her. Mom bit her lip.

"Sweetheart... Please. He's probably dead-"

"NO HE'S NOT!" I shouted, standing up suddenly. I felt myself tearing up. "He's not! He can't be! I refuse to believe i-it!" My voice broke near the end. I discarded my glasses on my desk, furiously wiping the gathering tears from my eyes.

"What's going on in here?" Dad asked, entering the room.

"Jon's still looking for Damian." Mom answered. Dad sighed.