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Then when they began dating, it got worse. He obeyed everything Jon asked of him, never objecting or protesting. Quite a few times he'd slipped up, whispering the word sir under his breath.

Jon noticed the first time and told Damian to not say it again because Jon wasn't above him. Though Damian refused to believe he was on the same level as anyone he tired his best to not do it so as to please his lover.

Anything Jon wanted Damian got done, even when Jon told him it wasn't necessary to which Damian would respond with; "Nothing is unnecessary for my beloved".

Jon had slowly started to realize this more. He'd tested an confirmed his theory by asking Damian if he'd block a bullet to the heart for Jon who himself was bulletproof. Damian responded with a fast nod and the words; "Anything for my beloved!".

Jon knew he couldn't let this keep happening and decided to talk to Damian. Little did he know by saying he wanted to speak to Damian in private later set the smaller into a panic attack.

He was terrified. Jon was going to leave him. He hadn't been good enough, he failed just how he failed at everything. Nothing more than a useless monster who deserved pain.

When the time came, he fainted of fear and woke only to fall to his knees before Jon, begging through sobs that he could still be of use. That Jon didn't have to kill him. That he would do anything. It went something like this:

Damian tried taking deep breaths in. He'd calmed himself enough that he would be able to handle whatever it was Jon would say or do.

With a slightly shaky hand, he opened the door to their apartment, walking inside. Jon was at the couch and stood when Damian entered.

"Hello beloved." Damian said, immediately going to the kitchen to make a tea for Jon. Perhaps himself if Jon thought it to be allowed.

He then noticed the used kettle on the stove and the wet tea spoon on the counter. In fear he looked up to see Jon had prepared two cups of tea.

Despite Jon's warm smile Damian's calm composure fell. This was it. This was the sign.

"Hello my beauty." Jon said, extending his arms to Damian. Damian was frozen as he had been years ago that first time he'd failed and Talia killed him.

Jon's smiled faltered as Damian just stared forward at his chest, hands drawn to his neck.

"Damian? Are you alright?" Jon asked a little worriedly. Damian looked up to him. Jon was shocked by the absolute terrified look in Damian's eyes. It was then he noticed that Damian was shaking like a leaf.

"H-Hey Dami," Jon started. Damian felt a flashwave of heat. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor in a terrified faint.

"D-Damian!" Jon exclaimed. His super speed allowed him to catch Damian before his head hit the hard floor.

"I... I can still be... of use..." Damian whispered before he went completely slack in Jon's arms.

Jon panicked. What the hell just happened? He laid Damian on the couch, checking for any wounds Damian may have hidden from him like in the past. He came up with nothing.