???JonDami Oneshots???

Requested by @Ruby4Life101

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 16◻️◻️▪️

3rd person pov

"Hey Bats whatcha working on?" Said  Green Lantern coming up behind Batman.

"Nothing of importance to you." The Dark Knight responded, pulling out a flash drive.

"Oh okay then." Green Lantern shrugged and began walking away.

Bruce sighed and puffed in the flash drive to the Justice League computer. A screen showing the living room from this afternoon popped up on one of the smaller screens.

Bruce leaned towards that. He checked the time and recalled when Damian said Jon was coming over.

He rewound the time to about 12:30 and saw the glitchy figures of Damian and Jon, sitting on the couch.

As Bruce had suspected, they were being very close with one another -Damian was literally on Jon's lap- he couldn't quite hear what they were staying so he turned up the volume.

"-ami! You're so mean to meeeee!" Jon whined from the screen.

"-TT- I am not mean to you beloved, you're just childish." He said with a smirk.

Jon wrapped his arms around Damian's torso and pressed his face into Damian's chest.

After a few seconds he looked up at Damian, his face serious. "Something's been bothering you lately. What's wrong princess?" Jon asked in a soft, concerned voice.

So Jon's picked up on it too... Something definitely isn't right. Bruce thought.

"Nothings wrong beloved. I'm just fine." Damian replied. Jon pursed his lips.

"You can't lie to me Dames." Jon insisted.

Damian rolled his eyes. "I'm not lying to you."

"You definitely are." Jon held Damian's chin in his two fingers, turning the smaller's face to his. "And as your boyfriend it's my responsibility to help y-"

Bruce was a little surprised with Damian's forwardness as he watched his son kiss the taller firmly on the lips.

Jon muffled something Bruce couldn't make out. After a few seconds of kissing, Jon moved his hands from Damian's chin and back. One of Jon's hands were placed on Damian's inner thigh, the other gripping his hip.

The two parted for air and Jon's mouth latched onto Damian's neck.

Bruce was having trouble watching. It was one of those things you did not want to watch but at the same time, you can't look away.

Damian shifted on Jon's lap, rolling his hips against the talkers. This caused Jon to pause his work and release a soft moan.

In a quick movement, Jon had Damian pinned down to the couch on his back, hands trapped above his head. Jon's free hand trailed down Damian's chest until it slipped up his shirt.

Damian released a moan and arched his back up. Jon's hands then slid down to Damian's thighs who whimpered at the touch.

"I'm never going to be able to unsee this... Guess Tim's theories were correct."

Jon was trailing his mouth further down until Damian's shirt got in the way. Jon sat up on Damian's hips, releasing his wrists. Damian let his hands fall to either side of his head as he looked up at Jon, panting slightly.

"Ooh! Are we spying?" The Flash zoomed in. Batman jumped a little and quickly tried turning down the volume as well as footage quality. It was embarrassing enough for him to see his own son like that but he would be mortified if the League saw. Damian would throw a hissy fit.

Batman turned to him and cleared his throat.

"Something seems to be up with my son so I'm checking in on him." Bruce explained. Barry studied the scene which had become less intense.

"And his boyfriend?" The speedster asked sceptically.

"Yes."

"Seems kinda like spying to me." Barry shrugged. Batman threw a glare at him before looking back to the screen.

He fixed the volume and quality to see Damian was off the couch, hair ruffled with arms crossed over his chest, back to Jon.

"Ooh. Young love." Said Wonder Woman from behind the two. Batman sighed loudly.

"So is everyone going to get into my son's personal business?" He exclaimed.

"Technically, you're the one doing it. We're just innocent bystanders." Said Green Arrow.

"Tags also my son right there." Superman pointed out. The other members of the league had come over to inspect the situation. Bruce muttered a few curses before looking back at the screen.

"Damian. What are they from?" Jon exclaimed loudly. Damian tensed up.

"No where. Just drop it Jon." He snapped. Jon frowned and grabbed Damian's arm who was trying to leave.

"Let go!" Damian exclaimed, trying to yank his wrist from the taller's grip.

"Not until you tell me what's going on. There are bruises on your stomach," Jon paused and glanced at Damian's rolled up sleeves. "your arms, and I'm betting other places too. You can't not tell me what's going on."

Damian looked like he was ready to burst into tears. Something extremely rare for him.

Bruce felt his heart drop seeing how upset his son was.

"Damian, I don't want to make you cry. Just tell me what they're from." Jon said in a softer tone.

"F-fine." Damian muttered. Jon held the smaller's hands.

"S-some idiot at school called me a-a," Damian struggled to speak with crying. "F-f*ggot then him and a few others proceeded to hurt me." Damian admitted.

Bruce felt his heart shatter as well as anger rise in his chest. He clenched his fist.

"Bats?" Superman started. Bruce held up a hand to silence him.

Jon looked infuriated.

"Who? Tell me Damian." He said dominantly.

Damian whispered a few names that Bruce immediately logged into his memory.

Jon hugged the smaller close and stroked his hair softly.

Bruce shut off the screen.

"I should get home." He said, unplugging the flash drive and beginning to walk away.

"I should also have a chat with Jon." Clark mumbled.

"Well those kids are dead meat."