???JonDami Oneshots???

? Nightmares ?

Damian! He wanted to shout but instead he felt himself chuckle. What the hell? He thought. Without his control he felt himself float closer to Damian, catching a glimpse of himself in a shard of glass. 

He still looked like himself, same Superboy 'suit', same black hair, same pale skin. The one thing that didn't match were his eyes. His eyes were normally a shade of light blue, now they were a blazing red. 

"Well Damian, you still want to try and beat me? I'll just throw you around again." He felt himself speak, though he hadn't planned on saying those words. His body was speaking and moving on its own and he was trapped inside without any control. 

"I don't care. Let Jon go you monster." Damian hissed. Monster? 'Jon' chuckled. 

"Monster huh? How can you say such cruel things to your best friend?" He laughed. Damian shook his head. 

"I don't know what the hell you are, but you aren't my friend."  The smaller shouted. 'Jon' landed in front of Damian and Damian took a wobbling step back. 

"Pity." 'Jon' said, reaching out to touch Damian's face. "I was going to let you live but now you've pissed me off."  He growled. Jon screamed internally as he punch Damian in the gut, sending the smaller boy flying backwards into rock. The back of Damian's head slammed against the stone and he crippled to the ground. 

Damian groaned in pain from where he laid on the concrete. No! Damian! I'd never hurt him! Jon panicked internally as his body approached Damian, kicking him harshly in the ribs. A crack rang out and Jon suspected he had broken some of Damian's ribs. 

Damian cough and blood dripped from his lips. 'Jon' bent down beside the boy and turned Damian's head to face him. 

"Want to apologize? This is your last chance." 'Jon' grinned. Damian looked into 'Jon's' eyes. 

"If you can hear me anywhere in there Jon, I'm sorry I couldn't save you..." Damian said weakly. Jon felt himself crying but his body just shook with rage. 

"Fine then, Have it your way." He stood up over Damian and raised his foot over the smaller's neck. Jon screamed both in and out of his body as he brought his foot down, crushing Damian's neck. 

~End~ 

Jon woke up, gasping for breath. He sat up in bed and brought a hand to his face. Tears were forcefully wetting his cheeks and his heart was racing faster than the Flash. That nightmare had to be the worst one yet, and it felt so real. 

"Kent?" Damian asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Jon?" He asked again, more awake this time. "What's going on? I'm trying to sleep y'know." Damian frowned when Jon didn't respond. 

He heard quiet cries coming form the superboy. Damian reached over and touched Jon's shaking shoulder. Jon flinched and whipped his head around to look at Damian. 

Jon's eyes were full of tears and fresh ones were cascading down his cheeks. His eyes were red and puffy, the bags under his eyes were outlined even more and he was biting his lip so hard it was beginning to bleed. 

"Hey Jon... What happened?" Damian asked, dropping his voice to a soft whisper. Jon didn't say anything and just continued crying. Damian frowned, unaware of what to do. 

Lets see, what would Grayson do? He thought. Grayson would probably hug him. Damian slowly inched closer to Jon so he could hug him. Jon gasped lightly as he felt himself being pulled against Damian's chest. 

Damian pressed Jon's face into his chest where his heart was. He wrapped one arm around the boy and pressed one to the back of Jon's head, stroking his hair softly. Damian pondered what to do from here. After a minute, he had an idea.

"J-Jon," He whispered softly. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"I-I don't really want to b-but you deserve an explanation." Jon sniffled out through tears. Damian stayed quiet and rubbed the super's back. 

"I-I had a n-nightmare where y-you were there a-and I had hurt y-you and th-then..." Jon trailed off. Damian hummed for him to continue. "Th-then I k-killed you." He whispered before bursting into tears again.

"Jon, it wasn't real, I'm still here aren't I?" Damian asked. 

"W-well yeah but it s-seemed so real-"

"But it wasn't. I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." Damian said softly. Jon looked up at him with eyes large as saucers. 

"You don't think I'm weak?" He whispered. Damian shook his head. 

"Of course not you idiot." He chuckled. Jon slowly reached a shaking hand to Damian's cheek. Damian didn't move or pull back so Jon took it as a sign to move closer. Jon closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Damian's. 

Damian closed his eyes and kissed back. He moved his hands to the collar of Jon's pj shirt. The two broke for air. Their foreheads were pressed together and their breaths mingled. Jon placed a hand on damian's chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Jon crawled over top of him and rested his head on the smaller's chest. 

"Goodnight Jon." Damian whispered quietly, stroking the taller boy's hair. Jon wrapped his arms around Damian and used one hand to pull the blanket up to cover their lower halves. 

"Night Dami."