???JonDami Oneshots???

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 14◻️◻️▪️

3rd person pov

"I swear to god Kent, if you don't shut up in the next ten seconds, I will personally end you." Damian hissed. Jon draped a hand over his best friend's face.

Damian angrily swatted it off and turned away from the other in the bed.

"Okay but hear me out-"

"I've been hearing you out for the past twenty minutes. Shut up." Damian snapped, reaching over and smacking Jon's shoulder.

"Okay, okay Mister-bossy-pants." Jon giggled. Damian sighed.

"Kent please, we are fourteen." The smaller said.

"Fine. Night Dami." Jon huffed.

Damian didn't respond and shut his eyes, hoping he'd fall asleep quickly. His wish was granted and he was practically out like a light.

Blood. There was so much blood everywhere and I was soaked in it. My katana felt incredibly heavy as I tossed it between my hands.

I looked down to see a pair of familiar sapphire eyes looking up at me in fear. I grinned.

"D-Damian, please don't do this!" Jon whimpered, crawling back. I crouched down beside his face, running my katana blade across his cheek.

I hummed.

"Begging are we now? That's low Kent." I smiled sickly. Jon whimpered and brought up his hands to shield his face. I stood over top of him, my feet planted at either side of his chest.

I pointed my katana that was suddenly made of kryptonite at the ravenette's throat. I cocked my head to the side.

"Goodbye Jon."

A scream was released as I was enveloped in darkness. The black cleared to reveal myself standing in a blank space with shards of mirrors scattered everywhere.

I gasped upon seeing my reflection. I was glitching between wearing my Robin suit covered in blood to a dark demon like form of myself.

I looked down at my hands that glitched between bloodied Robin gloves and black demon claws.

"What's going on?!" I shouted into nothing. An eerie laugh caused a shiver to run down my spine but it wasn't from behind me or in front. It was in my head so if there were other people around -which there weren't- only I'd be able to hear it.

I grasped the sides of my head.

"Who's there!?" I yelled.

"Damian~" A voice sung. I whirled around and was met by a shadowy figure. I stepped back and tripped on a piece of mirror.

I landed on my behind and the mirror cut my hands. An inhumanly amount of blood poured from my cut palms.

"Covered in your loved ones blood Damian?" The shadow laughed, drawing closer.

"What? No!" I cried.

"Oh but yes. They're all dead Damian. Because of you." Images of my bloodied family members, the Justice League, the Titans and Jon flashed before my eyes before my vision was overtaken by blood.

I screamed and clawed at my eyes but the thick, red blood continued spilling into my green orbs.

"You couldn't contain the monster inside of you and look what happened." I couldn't see the shadow because of the blood but I could hear it clear as day.

"No stop!" I cried, feeling a searing pain in my heart.

"You should've stopped yourself Damian..."

Damian shot up in bed in cold sweat, hugging himself and eyes wide open.

He tried controlling his uneven breathing and forced his eyes shut. He leaned back against the pillows, assessing the night terror he'd just had.

He couldn't get the images of the dead out of his head. He glanced beside him to see Jon fast asleep, looking like an angel.

Still shaken, Damian reached out to touch his best friend's cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing Jon was real and alive.

He found he couldn't quite retract his hand and caressed Jon's soft pale cheek for a moment.

Jon stirred and Damian's hand recoiled. Jon groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up in bed.

"Dami-?" He yawned. Damian was paralyzed, staring at Jon and hugging himself. Jon blinked a few times before his sleepy eyesight fell into focus.

"Hey Damian," He said in a groggy voice. "Are you okay?" Damian didn't respond and Jon frowned. He was still half asleep but he could tell Damian was upset.

"Hey, why're you crying? Don't cry." Jon cooed, moving closer to the smaller boy. Damian hadn't realized he was crying.

"Did you have a bad dream or somethin'?" Jon asked, beginning to rub Damian's tense back.

"That's okay, you don't have to say anything, just go back to sleep." Jon said, reaching out and pulling a frozen Damian to his chest. He sunk down into the bed, holding Damian's waist and the other hand cupping the back of the smaller's head.

Damian didn't struggle like he usually would, he just laid with his face pressed against Jon's chest, listening to the half-kryptonian's heartbeat. Jon dozed off again, stroking Damian's hair.

Damian let his muscles relax into Jon's touch. He snuggled closer to the taller boy and closed his eyes. He breathed in Jon's sweet scent and eventually drifted off into a non-frightening dream.

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Just something cute I thought of! Requests are open!