???JonDami Oneshots???

◾◻◻ Both boys are 14 ◻◻◾

3rd person pov

"Kent! Will you turn that off and go to sleep?" Damian exclaimed in a tired voice, smacking Jon with a pillow. "I can hear everything through your headphones and the light is too bright!" The blood son further complained. Jon rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright I'll turn it off you vampire, yeesh." He mumbled, wrapping his earbuds around his phone and shutting it off. 

"Thank you." Damian responded before rolling over in Jon's bed so he faced away from the boy. but Jon didn't want to turn off the screen. He didn't want to go to sleep. The poor boy had been having horrible nightmares recently and they'd all felt so real. 

Jon hadn't told his parents about them because he knew he should just man up. He obviously didn't tell Damian because the vigilante would tell him exactly that. Jon tried sleeping countless nights but they all resulted in a nightmare that made him wake up in a cold sweat. 

So, Jon had further decided to pull a Tim Drake and forget about sleep. He snuck energy drinks and iced coffee drinks from the fridge downstairs and used them to kept himself awake. Though to him the coffee tasted awful. 

"Besides," Damian's voice broke into Jon's thoughts. "You need more sleep you have bags under your eyes worse than Drake and you nearly fell asleep in class today." He mumbled. Jon couldn't help but smile softly. Moments like this were as close as the superboy ever got to receiving affection from the ex-assassin.

"Thanks for noticing." Jon chuckled softly. Damian scoffed.

"Go to sleep you moron." 

Jon laid down in his bed, growing more nervous. Please say no nightmares. Just for this one night. I can't have one when Damian is right beside me. He panicked. He pleaded in in his head for what felt like forever but what was really just three minutes. Jon hadn't had any sleep in days so he was out like a light. 

And to his dismay, he indeed received another nightmare. 

~Nightmare~

Jon opened his 'eyes'. He stood in Gotham city though there wasn't much of it left. Buildings were crumbled and broken and little fires were set off everywhere. Jon covered his mouth, unmoving bodies laid scattered on the ground. 

Jon desperately wanted  to run up to one of the bodies to see if the person was really dead, but when he tried to move his feet, he found he couldn't. 

He someone coughed. This time, his head did turn in the direction, though It turned slower than he wanted it too. He also found himself rising off the ground by a meter or so, looking down at  the area the cough came from. 

He was both happy and mortified to see Damian emerge from some fallen debris. Damian was dressed in his Robin suit but it was ripped and battered like he had taken a beating. And from the looks of it he had. 

His lip was bleeding as was the side of his head. Damian clutched  his left arm, blood seeping out from behind his hand. Damian limped when he stepped forward. His mask was gone and his eyes held both hatred and sorrow as he gazed up at Jon.