???JonDami Oneshots???

This was inspired by the comic above. Lol. Damian's so chill and Dick is freaking out I love it.

(Ps. The recent recent requests are being written! I just happened to have this oneshot sitting around)

◾◻◻ Both boys are 16◻◻◾

Damian's pov

I landed silently on the floor of my dark bedroom, Jon right behind me.

"That was a tough night." Jon said, stretching his arms over his head. I smirked.

"Too much for you beloved?" I teased. Jon rolled his eyes.

"No way! But was it too much for the wittle biwdy?" He mocked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I scoffed.

"Of course not. It was a satisfactory amount of work. Something different than the regular bank robbery by a bunch of amateurs." I said, whilist removing my gloves. Jon kissed my cheek before letting go of me to change. I removed my cape, boots and utility belt, discarding them elsewhere while Jon changed behind me.

"Dami, where's my pj shirt?" My boyfriend asked. I glanced back at him. My face warmed upon seeing his bare chest.

"Th-third drawer in the dresser beloved." I responded, cursing my small stutter. Jon of course noticed this. I turned back around to hide my face which burned with embarrassment.

"Ooh... Dami stuttered, like what you see?" Jon taunted.

"Shut up you damn alien." I said, pulling on my pjs. Jon sighed.

"Damian, we're dating know and you've seen my bare chest before, don't get so embarrassed. I don't mind." Jon said. I heard him sit down on the bed. I turned to him with a hand on my hip, wearing my too-big pjs.

"I know, I'm just not good at this whole dating thing." I said, walking over and sitting beside Jon, my feet dangling off the edge of my bed. I still haven't grown much in the past few years and Todd thought it'd be funny to get me a tall bed. I cursed him silently while Jon wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap.

I sat with my legs folded on the outside of his thighs and my arms around his neck. Jon's hands settled themselves on my waist, moving to the small of my back or my ass every now and then.

"You're doing fine with the dating thing Dami. Take it from me, I'm your boyfriend." Jon said, smiling at me. I sighed.

"I just," I paused, my face heating up with blush. "I really love you a lot Jon and I wanna be the best for you, but I just feel as though I'm doing a lousy job." I explained.

"Dami, look at me." Jon said, cupping my cheek. I leaned into the touch of his warm hand. "You're not doing a lousy job, okay? You need to not stress so much about dating. It's not supposed to stress you out." Jon explained.

"I just can't help it." I responded. Jon smirked.

"Well then how about you relax right now. Don't think about anything, just chill out." The taller said, moving his hands to my sides, beginning to rub my skin in a therapeutic pattern. I swallowed, confused as to what he meant.