???JonDami Oneshots???

◾◻ A oneshot in which Jon struggles with math and Damian tutors him◻◾

◾◻◻ Both boys are 15◻◻◾ 

I groaned aloud and fell backwards on my bed. Damian ignored me and continued working. 

"Can you shut up? I'm trying to focus." Damian snapped. I glared. 

"Well sorry!" I replied sarcastically. Damian mumbled something inaudible. I looked at the teen who was lying on his stomach on the ground, writing in his notebook. 

"Do you get this?" I asked, motioning to the math textbook in front of me, sitting back up. Damian scoffed. 

"Of course, I was taught this when I was twelve." He responded. 

"But it doesn't make any sense! Why the hell are there letters in math? We don't have numbers in english!" I exclaimed. Damian sighed. 

"I mean technically we do but whatever." He rolled his eyes. I glared down at him. 

"Would you teach me Dami? I've got that big test coming up next week and if I don't do well my parents will kill me!" I exclaimed. Damian snorted. 

"Oh well." 

"Damian~" I whined. 

"Stop making unnecessary noise and just work." Damian said sternly. 

"But I can't work if I don't know how!" I said, hanging over the side of the bed upside down. Damian sighed and closed his note book, craning his neck back to look at me. 

"If I help you will you shut the hell up?" He asked. I smiled and nodded eagerly. Damian sighed again. "Fine I'll help you." He said getting up. 

"Yay!" The vigilante settled onto the bed beside me.  

"Okay, we need to start at the beginning of the chapter," He said, flipping back a few pages. I groaned. 

"But we can't do that in one night!" I said. 

"Well we've got a week until the test, I'll teach you from now 'till then and if you're lucky, I'll help you with future chapters." The ravenette explained. I wrapped my arms around him. 

"Thanks Dami!" 

"Hey! Get off me!" He shouted, shoving me away. "And don't call me Dami." He pointed his pencil at my face. I nodded. "Okay then, chapter one of unit two. Distributive Law." he read aloud. I placed my chin on his shoulder, reading the textbook. 

After five minutes of reading Damian wrote an equation on my notebook. He talked me through the procedure, not getting angry once. I spaced out a few times and the shorter flicked my forehead. 

"Okay now you try and find 'x', just ask if you need help." Damian said, placing the notebook in my lap. I picked up the pencil and stared at the equation. 

2 (x² + 3) + 5 (x² + 2) =23 (this is actual work I do). 

I made it through the first two steps before I got confused. I cleared my throat. Damian glanced over.