???JonDami Oneshots???

Requested by @nightwolfgirl123 (It's funny because I've an idea similar to your request in mind for a long time and I've been waiting and waiting to get the inspiration to write it)

Also, this is a long one because I decided to be nice and put it all in one chapter so you guys don't have to wait for a second/third part :)

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 15◻️◻️▪️

Jon's pov

I laid in my bed, wide awake even though it was past one am. I can't sleep. How could I when my best friend is missing?

He's been gone since Tuesday now being Friday. Tuesday we ran into trouble.

"I don't think this is a good idea Damian." I whispered.

"It is a good idea Kent and you know why? Because it's my idea." He snapped.

"I'll remember to quote you on that when our dad's find out." I responded. Damian tutted and turned his attention back to the massive black aircraft we were watching.

Men and women dressed in black assassin-wear were loading crates into the aircraft.

"Do you still think it's the League?" I asked. Damian pursed his lips.

"Highly unlikely. This wasn't their type of business, plus those aren't the uniforms." He said.

"What if they changed the uniforms?" I asked.

"No. Maybe as a disguise but the uniforms have barely changed since when they were first established." Damian responded.

We were quiet for a little while longer, watching the people move about from our hiding spot.

"What exactly are we looking for?" I asked. Damian turned and glared at me.

"Dumbass." He sneered. I glared back.

"Hey, in my defence, you weren't very clear as to why we're here."

"To see if it's my mother's doing." Damian pulled up a picture on his wrist computer and showed me. It was a picture of some sort of symbol. "This symbol has been found around Gotham lately beside the dead bodies of important people."

"So...?"

"So if I- er- we, figure out who's behind it, our fathers will surely be proud and the organization should slow." Damian said, shutting off his screen and turning back to the people below us.

"I don't know. I don't like this Dami. We don't know much about them or what they can do whether they're from the League or not." I said nervously.

"Quit acting like a baby. It'll be fine." Damian snapped.

"Famous last words." I mumbled.

"What are you kids doing?" Someone said. Robin and I whirled around to be met face to face with a man who wore the uniform of the people we'd been watching.