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? My Apologies Beloved ?

"I'm going home. Good night." Jon said, hands clenched into fists before he flew out of the Batcave.

Damian cried out in frustration, slamming his fist down on a small table nearby. He sat back down in the Batcomputer chair, behind to work on a file to distract himself.

~Time Skip~

Damian picked up his phone again, glancing at the screen. He had a ton of notifications but none were from Jon.

"I think someone's needy." Jason teased. Damian glared.

"Shut up Todd. You don't even have anyone." The smallest snapped. Jason frowned.

"Damian be nice." Dick scolded. Damian rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you just text Jon?" Tim suggested, while he refilled his coffee.

"No. Because then it will look like I'm wrong. That will lead to me looking weak. And that cannot happen." Damian said firmly.

"You're never going to get anywhere with that mindset. It's been three days. Nearly four. At least just reach out to him." Jason said, before biting into one of Alfred's cookies. (Y'all I would pay big bucks to try one of Alfred's cookies)

"You were a little harsh Damian." Dick said carefully. Damian whipped his head to look at the oldest.

"No I-" He faltered. He recalled the fight that occurred four nights ago. He had pretty much called Jon weak and told him he wasn't good enough. That was something Damian himself hated and knew how much it hurt. Especially coming from a loved one.

"Shit." He cursed.

"And he realizes he's f*cked up big time." Tim said with a smirk upon entering.

"Grayson, what do I do?" Damian asked. Dick shrugged.

"Apologize."

"That's not enough. I need to do something else..." Damian trailed off as he exited the living room, walking to his bedroom.

"He's such a bottom."

"Jason please."

"Am I wrong?"

~Time Skip~

Jon moped around the house since he arrived home from his fight with Damian. He was currently laying on the couch, listening to his mom bake.

"Jon, why don't you text Damian. It's been days and you two have a good relationship. You can't let something silly as this get between you two." Lois said while she added eggs to her cake mix.

"But mooooooom!" Jon whined. Lois chuckled. At that moment, Jon's phone lit up. Lois glanced at the screen and smirked.

"Looks like you won't have to text him after all." She said. Jon shot up quicker than he intended and fell off the couch.

"Are you okay?" Lois asked, holding in a small laugh. Jon raced over.

"Yeah I'm fine. What did he say?" Jon picked up his phone. He read over the text.