???JonDami Oneshots???

◾◻◻ Both boys are 14◻◻◾

Jon's pov

"Just stay awake a little longer Damian!" I panicked, flying across Gotham to at least find a rooftop to land on with the young Wayne who was being carried bridal style in my arms. Everything was wet and Damian was drifting in and out of consciousness, blood seeping from a deep gnash in his abdomen.

Wayne Manor wasn't too far. I glanced at Damian.

"Can you hold on for another minute?" I asked. Damian snapped his eyes open and winced in pain before nodding lightly. I shifted his weight slightly in my arms.

Accelerated my speed, I flew to Wayne Manor. Robin gripped my shirt in his fist and grunted in pain. I felt tears gather before blinking them away.

No, I can't cry now, I've got to save Damian! The huge manor soon came into my line of vision. I flew faster, feeling my energy drain further. I brushed it off and flew into the Batcave's open entrance. By now Damian was shaking in my arms, both our clothes soaked. He was fighting hard to keep his eyes open.

"Bruce? Alfred! Someone help!" I shouted. Alfred appeared out of nowhere.

"Mister Jon?" He asked in confusion before seeing Damian in my arms. The old butler paled. "Oh dear, follow me." He said. I nodded flying behind the man. He lead me to the infirmary wing.

"Set him down on the bed there and removed his shirt please." He pointed to a white hospital bed while grabbing various supplies. "Master Tim!" He shouted. Tim walked into the room from the Batcomputer.

"Yeah Alfred- Holy shit! Damian!" The teen exclaimed.

"Master Tim, I'll need your assistance in fixing his wound." Alfred said. I carefully placed Damian on the medical bed. He cried out in pain.

"Sorry Dami." I muttered. I awkwardly lifted his arms and removed his shirt. I blushed deeply before focusing on the task at hand. Alfred rushed over with rolled up sleeves and medical gloves as did Tim.

"Master Damian, I'll advise you, this is going to be extremely painful, is there anything I can do to minimize the pain?" Alfred asked.

"Jon... Can... Y-you stay...?" He whispered softly. I nodded.

"Yeah, yeah of course!" I stood beside the hospital bed. I held one of Damian's hands in mine. I blushed slightly because damn it, I'm holding my crush's hand!

"I'll begin now." Alfred said, pulling out a needle and thread. Not wanting to look, I turned my head so I was just watching Damian which was probably worse. His face was twisted in pain and tears were brimming in his green orbs. He pinched them shut and squeezed my hand.

"Try to comfort him." Tim suggested.

"Uh, yeah sure." I reached up my other hand to Damian's hair, softly running my fingers through his black locks. Damian grunted in pain and bit his lip.

"It's okay Dami, I'm here... You'll be okay..." I cooed, blushing hard.

After what felt like ten years but was probably ten minutes, Alfred and Tim had sewed the wound shut.