???JonDami Oneshots???

Requested by GalaxyTheSpirit

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▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 14◻️◻️▪️

Damian's pov

"Master Damian are you sure it is wise for you to go in patrol? You seem under the weather." Pennyworth said, taking my untouched plate of food. I couldn't stomach anything right now and even just swallowing fluids hurt my throat.

"I am sure. I'm just fine Pennyworth, perhaps I'm a bit tired." I said, my voice scratchy and tired. I forced myself to stand, my head starting to throb again, that dizzy, pounding feeling sitting inside my skull.

"If you say so Master Damian. Your suit is sitting ironed on your bed." Pennyworth said as he left the room.

"Uhhg." I mumbled, forcing myself to go upstairs to my room. The world was fuzzy in my eyes and I took longer to get up the stairs, under the threat of loosing my balance.

I finally reached my room, slumping up against the wall as I went into a coughing fit. I tried stopping it because of how bad it scratched my throat. My knees buckled as I coughed repeatedly.

Once it finally came to an end, leaving my throat dry and in pain, I entered my room. I kept the lights at a low setting, anything brighter made my head hurt more.

I spotted my suit on my bed. Oh god my bed looked so tempting. I know I'm sick. I know it and I'm sure others can tell, but I can't let it stop me. I will not be weak. I don't want to be punished.

I avoided the heavy temptation of my bed and slowly changed into my suit. My body ached as I did so, sweat building up as I felt overheated. It's fine, I'll feel better when I get some air. I told myself.

I made my way to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I can't let Jon see me like this. I drank some water which both hurt to swallow but helped my throat that was on fire.

I checked the time. Damnit I'm late.

I opened my window and readied myself to jump out. I shivered with the cool air. I thought the air would help my temperature, I suppose not. I'll just suck it up I guess.

I slowly and clumsily made my way to Jon and I's usual meeting spot. I spotted him before he spotted me.

Straighten up Damian. Don't let him know... Oh god why didn't I just stay home on my bed... no, don't think like that. Suck. It. Up.

I forced myself to straighten and made an attempt to look well.

"Kent," I said. My voice came out raspy and quiet. I cursed mentally.

"Damian?" Jon turned to me. "There you are! Where were you? You're never late!" He exclaimed. I winced inwardly at his loud voice.

"My apologies I w-!" I couldn't finish my already scratchy sentence before I launched into another cough fit, worse than the last.

"Oh my god!" Jon exclaimed, quickly rushing forward to help me somehow.

I braced myself against the wall, still coughing up a storm. The coughing officially butchered my throat and made my head pound.