???JonDami Oneshots???

a_pansexual_person thank you so much for the idea!!! This was my favourite one!!!

Jon's pov

I slowly opened my eyes, finding my arms empty. I groaned softly and sat up. I glanced around Damian's room but he wasn't in sight.

"Damian?" I said aloud. As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and Damian came out. He had changed out of his pjs into his usual black turtleneck and jeans.

He froze upon seeing me.

"Morning Dami." I said softly.

"Out." Damian said. I blinked in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Out. Get out Jon. Go home." Damian ordered. I climbed out of bed and walked over to him.

"If this is about what happened last night-!"

"I said get out!" Damian yelled. I stood still in front of him, hurt.

"Damian I'm-!"

"No! No I don't want to hear it! Get out!" He snapped. I started to reach out to hug him.

"Why are you acting like this? Damian, just talk to me. I promise I'm-!" Damian shoved me away harshly. I stumbled back.

"Don't touch me! I said get out you stupid alien!" Damian cried. We were both silent for a moment. Damian looked like he was trying to hold back tears again.

"Okay, okay I'll leave." I said holding up my hands in surrender, still feeling hurt and confused.

I gathered my belongings and changed into my Superboy suit before heading to Damian's window. I opened it and prepared to leave before I stopped myself.

Without looking back at him, I spoke. "I'm not going to tell anyone what happened." Having said that, I flew out the window in the direction of home.

I pondered Damian's reaction as I flew home. Then suddenly, it clicked.

Damian was scared. Scared I was going to tell someone about what happened and they were going to hurt him unlike what I did. So there he was back to his mean, masked persona to protect himself.

I swallowed back my own tears. I'd only wanted to help him and look where it got me.

Just when I thought we'd made more progress in our relationship, he was pushing back.

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Damian's pov

I closed the window after I was sure Jon flew away. I sat back on my bed, curling into myself.

He's lying. He's going to tell Father. And Father will hurt me. If not father, whoever he tells will hurt me. No one is the same as Jon. They'll hurt me. He didn't but they will.

I sat there for a little while longer until there was a knock at my door. I jumped.

"Master Damian, breakfast is ready." Pennyworth called.