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💖 Frozen 💖

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 15◻️◻️▪️

Damian's pov

Cold.

So cold.

I shivered as I forced myself to keep moving. God I was so cold. I was so cold I was going to just collapse. But I can't. I don't give up. I'm trained for this. It's only a little further.

Just one more street.

What if they're not awake? Then I can give up and die of hypothermia. Though I'd presume that wouldn't go over well with a few close individuals. Plus dying of temperature is a pathetic way to go down in my opinion.

A large gust of wind blew by, causing me to trip and fall onto the icy sidewalk. I groaned as the side of my face got scratched. I closed my eyes for a minute.

Just a minute. I need a minute. Then I'll get up... but I can't. I'm so cold and so tired...

Get up Damian. Get up now. This is pathetic.

I told myself. I whimpered aloud as I forced myself back to my feet, wrapping my arms around myself. My tattered cape blew in the wind behind me.

I glanced forward through hazy vision and felt a wave of relief.

There it is. Jon's house. Hopefully someone there is awake and can help me. After what felt like hours but was merely a minute, I stood on the front porch of Jon's house.

I forced a shaking hand away from my body and knocked on the door. I stood for a minute, my vision growing cloudier by the minute before the door cracked open. I glanced up at Lois.

"Who is out at this hour- Oh my god! Damian get inside!" She literally pulled me into the house and shut the door, sending a new breeze up my spine.

"Damian! What on earth happened to you?!" She exclaimed, guiding me to the living room.

"S-Sorry t-t-to intrude a-at s-such an hour... b-but I d-didn't kn-now where else t-to go..." I whispered with chattering teeth. She had me sit in front of the fire.

"Oh dear god don't apologize Damian! I'm happy you came here for help." She said as she started a fire. "Let me get Jon to bring you some clothes." She stood up as the fore cracked. She ran off as o leaned close to the same place.

I sneezed before shivering.

"Why do you need my warm clothes mom?" I heard Jon say in a sleepy voice.

"Damian is here and he's nearly frozen to death! Go help him!" Lois shouted.

"Damian?" Jon asked in surprise. I heard his footsteps rush into the living room.

"Ohmygod Dami!" He exclaimed, quickly kneeling beside me.

"J-J-Jon..." I whispered. He cupped my face in his hands and I leaned into the warmth of his palms.

"Oh geez! You're frozen like ice!" He exclaimed.

"N-n-n-no sh-shit." I responded.

"Here you need to get out of these wet clothes!" He exclaimed, in clipping my cape and slipping off my gloves.

"I've brought you some warm clothes. You can change in here and I'll make you something warm to drink." Jon said as he set down the clothes before running to the kitchen.

I quickly changed and threw my wet clothes into a pile. Jon had given me fresh boxers, a long sleeve pj shirt, a baby blue hoodie, fuzzy grey track pants and socks. I pulled the hood on and shook my hands so the top-long sleeves drooped over my hands.

I hugged my knees and say close to the fire as possible.

"Here Dami! My mom's getting you a heat pack." Jon said as he threw a blanket over me.

I wrapped it around myself and graciously took the hot chocolate. My hands were still shaking violently.

"F-fuck." I cursed.

"Here!" Jon took the mug and held it to my lips as I grasped the blanket around me.

I took a few sips before leaning away. Jon laid another blanket over my crossed legs and placed pillows around me like a nest. He then settled himself behind me, hugging my waist so I sat between his legs.

I shifted to the side a little and leaned against him, absorbing his warmth and snuggling close.

"Damian, here's a heat pack." Lois said.  Jon passed it to me.  I hugged it tightly.

"Tell me if you boys need anything." She said before leaving.

"You okay Dami?" Jon asked. I shivered.

"J-Just peachy K-Kent." I responded to which he rolled his eyes.

"Any warmer?"

"A l-little."

"Does it help if I'm cuddling you?" He asked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered with a blush. He giggled and buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"I'm glad you came to me for help Dames." He mumbled.

"Me too." I responded.

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Writing these make me feel so single.

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