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⚠️💔Don't Do This To Yourself💔⚠️

⚠️TW: Mentions of implied self harm and depression⚠️

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 15◻️◻️▪️

Damian's pov

I glanced towards my window upon hearing knocking. Seeing it was my boyfriend; Jon Kent, I quickly got up and unlocked the window.

"Jon, what are you doing here? It's almost one am."  I said. Jon landed silently on the floor, avoiding my eyes.

"Beloved? What's wrong?" I asked, softening my tone. Jon wiped his eyes and sniffed.

"Hey, hey, don't cry sweetheart." I cooed, wrapping my arms around the taller male. Jon's knees buckled and he sunk downwards. I reacted quickly, holding the backs of his thighs and carrying him towards the bed.

Most people think I can't pick up Jon, but I can. He's quite light which worries me.

"Love what's wrong?" I asked, setting him down beside me. Jon has began sobbing into my shoulder. I shifted so I sat in his lap, stroking my hand through his hair. He hugged me tightly, face pressed into my chest.

I hummed softly as I waited patiently for him to calm down.

After a few more minutes, Jon removed his head from my chest. I locked eyes with him, cupping his jaw with one hand.

"Jon what's wrong?" I asked.

"I-I," Jon swallowed. "I have s-something to tell y-you." He said quietly.

"What might that be?" I asked softly.

"I-I want help... because I've... I've been... hurting myself." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened. I had suspected something was off with Jon but I didn't expect this.

"What?" I exclaimed. I quickly kissed his forehead. "Beloved, why would you do that? And where?" I questioned.

"I just don't feel good enough." Jon admitted, looking away. "For you, for my dad, for being a hero, for being someone at school..."

"Jonathan look at me," I slid my thumb and index finger under his chin, turning his head towards me.

"You are good enough. You're an amazing hero, I promise. Your father is proud of you I'm sure. And at school, people are jerks. I know we both get a tough time at school, but we have each other okay?" I said. Jon nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"And god forbid Jon, you're perfect for me. In everything you do. I wouldn't lie to to you." I said.

"Really?" Jon asked. I nodded.

"Yes of course farm boy." I teased. Jon removed his hands from my back. He took a deep breath in before rolling up his sleeves.

Fresh tears dripped down his cheeks as he exposed his cut skin. I held one of his wrists in my hand gently.

"What did you do this with?" I asked.

"A piece of kryptonite." He mumbled.

"Jon..." I trailed off. I kissed him on the lips firmly. He kissed back softly.

Once we parted I lifted one of his wrists to my lips. I began planting soft kisses on the self-induced scars.

I gave the same treatment to his other wrist before kissing the half kryptonian's cheek bone.

"I love you Jon. You're perfect okay? And I promise I'm going to help you."