???JonDami Oneshots???

◾◻◻ Both boys are 16◻◻◾ 

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Damian's pov 

"Shouldn't we be downstairs Dami? More specifically you." Jon asked from where he sat on my bed. 

"I don't particularly want to be down there with females fawning over me like I'm one of their Kpop idols." I said, collapsing on the bed beside the taller boy. "Besides, I'm far to stressed out with this new case to go down there and 'mingle'." I said, air quoting the word 'mingle'. Jon laid down beside me, propping his chin on his hand. 

"And I hate this suit. It doesn't look good on me, but my others are being ironed." I groaned. Jon smirked, eyes travelling up and down my body. 

"Well I think you look good." He said with a cheeky smirk. I blushed and hit his chest lightly. 

"Pervert." I hissed. Jon looked offended. 

"I am not a pervert!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. 

"Sure, sure. Tell that to the time when we were in public and you slapped my ass when no one was looking. Or the time when you were clearly checking me out on patrol. Or the time-" Jon cupped a hand over my mouth. 

"Okay, okay I get it! Maybe I am a bit of a pervert, but how can I not be when I have you as my boyfriend?" He teased. 

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, blushing furiously. Jon chuckled. "Anyway, back to the problem at hand." I said. 

"Why don't we at least try and go downstairs? I'll stick beside you." He suggested. I glanced at the boy. He wore a small smile on his pale face. I couldn't help but smile lightly. I pushed myself to lie on my side propping my head in on hand and reaching out to stroke his cheek with the other. 

"As lovely as that sounds beloved, people will get suspicious." I said softly. Jon's smile faded. 

"Look Damian I love you. I really do, but I can't keep this up much longer." He said sitting up. I frowned, sitting up with him. He had tears in his eyes and it pulled at my heart strings, sending guilt flooding through me. 

"When we're in public, I wanna be able to kiss you and hold your hand! Not pretend that I see you as just another friend!" He said, a tear slipping down his cheek. I wrapped the taller boy in a hug. 

"I know Jon... I'm just nervous about, what people will think and I don't want the paparazzi to bother you." I said, rubbing his back softly. 

"Just a little longer okay?" I asked. Jon nodded. We pulled back. I cupped his cheeks and kissed the top of his head. We both jumped at the sudden knock on my bedroom door. Jon quickly scrambled away, pretending to interest himself with something on my desk. 

"Yes?" I called from the bed. 

"Master Damian, your father wants you to come downstairs now." Pennyworth said. 

"I'll be down in a moment Pennyworth." I responded. I heard the butler walk away from the door. I stood up from the bed and Jon walked over to the door. He opened it for me.