JonDami oneshots because I love these two so much! I would also say DamiJon oneshots, but I prefer a dom!Jon and sub!Damian. Both boys will be the same age and their ages will vary in the different oneshots.
Contains triggering topics like SELF HARM...
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Inspired by this prompt ⬆️
⚠️TW: Implied child abuse⚠️
▪️◻️◻️Both boys are both 15◻️◻️▪️
3rd person pov
"Are you mad at me?" Jon asked his boyfriend. Damian looked over, confused because the question came out of the blue.
"No... why would I be?" He responded, pausing his work at the batcomputer. Jon studied the other's face.
"You're tense. And upset. What's wrong?" Jon pushed. Damian immediately closed off. Jon saw this as the other turned back to the screen.
"Nothings wrong. You're overthinking again Jon." He said dismissively. Jon set down his book and walked over.
"Damian, turn off the computer and talk to me." Jon said lightly.
"There's nothing to talk about beloved." Damian responded. Jon crossed his arms.
"This is what Black Canary talked about Damian. You need to communicate with me." He insisted. Damian rolled his eyes.
"There's nothing to communicate about currently-."
"Bull crap Damian." Jon held the back of the spinny chair Damian sat in and spun the other away from the screen to face him. "Something is bothering you. I can see it on your face." Jon said, leaning down to the other's eye level.
"There is nothing to see. I am unreadable. So drop it Kent." Damian snapped. Jon pursed his lips.
"You're not unreadable Damian. I've known you too long to know that. And no, I will not be 'dropping it'. This is what I'm talking about." Damian stood up from his chair, shoving Jon away lightly.
"Talking about what? That just because we're dating means I have to blabber on like an infant about every little thing to you? That's not how I work Jon." Damian said through gritted teeth, crossing his arms and glaring at the taller.
"That is not what I mean Damian and you know that." Jon replied.
"Sure seems like it. I'm not some dumb child you can cater to." Damian hissed, eyes watching Jon's hand go up to run through his hair. Jon sighed.
"Damian-!"
"No Jon. Admit it. You think I'm weak. That because I spent all that time with my mother, I have all this trauma and I need to just cry into your chest about it."
"I never said you were weak-!"
"Doesn't matter what you said! You think it! Everyone does!" Damian exclaimed, feeling like his voice was dropping quieter.
"No one thinks you're weak Damian!" Jon shouted back, raising his voice. Damian watched Jon's hands clench into fists at his side. Damian took a step back unknowingly. Jon took a step forward.
"Sure. The second people hear about my upbringing, all they want to do is either bully me about it, or talk about it! And that makes me uncomfortable!" Damian exclaimed.
"That's it! That's exactly what I mean Damian! I know it makes you uncomfortable, which is why we need to talk and communicate so your habit fades away! It's so bad for you to keep it all inside!" Jon shouted.
"Please stop shouting." Damian whispered so quiet even he could barely hear it. Jon didn't seem to hear it.
"I'm not ready to communicate yet Jon! I don't know how and I don't want to! I don't want to start sobbing like some idiot! Grandfather always told me if I cry, I'm weak and pathetic. So if I do it in front if you, you'll think I'm pathetic!" Damian cried.
"You're not weak Damian! I'm not going to think you're pathetic!" Jon yelled.
As Jon yelled, Damian watched his hands go upwards far too fast for his comfort. That set off something inside him that set off alarms. He closed his eyes and brought his hands up to cover his face as he did so, cowering away from Jon.
Jon has only been raising his arms in exasperation when Damian suddenly flinched away from him and shielded his face.
Jon's angered composer completely broke as his face softened upon seeing Damian's odd reaction.
"Dami?"
"M-my apologies," Damian whispered.
Jon felt hurt. "Damian, why are you apologizing?" He asked, dropping his voice.
Damian cautiously cracked open his eyes. He looked up to Jon and slowly lowered his arms.
"I-I don't know," Damian whispered. "You were just yelling and you raised your arms too fast and something inside me just, panicked."
"Damian... I think you know why you panicked." Jon said softly. Damian looked down, forcing a tear away.
"Whenever I argued with Grandfather or Mother, they'd end it by hurting me." Damian mumbled. "And they yelled loud."
"Oh Damian..." Jon's heart shattered into millions of pieces and he quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller.
"Dami I'd never hurt you. Ever. You're always safe with me. I promise." He cooed, pressing a lingering kiss to his smaller boyfriend's lips.
Damian rested his hands on the taller's chest and kissed back. Once the two broke away, Damian looked up at Jon almost guiltily.
"I suppose this is an example that I should talk to someone about my said trauma." He said. Jon nodded.
"Yeah, it's okay though beautiful." Jon brushed start dark hairs from Damian's forehead.
"I'll never hurt you."
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Yay! But sad!
Anyway, any requests like this?
Where it's like angst but ends in fluff? Or maybe it's just angst?
