It Was Your Name || DamiJon/JonDami

Chapter 2

    
     Damian was laying down on his bed, facing his apartment's ceiling. But he wasn't looking at it, instead he was viewing his recent scar. Damian had just gotten back from an eventful patrol. Although, during one attack his fingers got badly sliced. It was deep but not horrible, he definitely faced tougher wounds.

     What annoyed him was the placement of the cut. There was another time his hand got injured exactly like this. It was when he was thirteen. He just finished a mission with Jon and his pointer finger had a huge slice through it. On their way back to the Batcave Jon wouldn't stop pestering Damian. Jon kept worrying about Damian, and it bothered him.

     He didn't understand why it scared Jon so much. It was just a finger, and the second they got back Alfred stitched it up. Even so, Jon wouldn't stop stressing. "Jon! Shut up!" the shorter one snapped, "Well jeez, I'm sorry for being worried about my best friend." Jon said sarcastically. Damian huffed at that, "It's just a finger cut. That's all. You're being a big baby." Jon pouted, sometimes Damian really got on his nerves. Especially when Damian was right.

     He knew it was just a cut. But anytime Damian got hurt, it was a reminder he wasn't invincible. And it was easy to forget that. Damian acted tough, it didn't help that he actually was. To Jon, Damian was one of the strongest people in the universe. He didn't have any super powers, but he was a super hero. He was born into a world of murder, but chose to live fighting for peace. Not only that, but Jon was part kryptonian. Bullets could bounce off Jon's chest, and to him that became the norm. Most would say Jon was invincible. But even so Damian, whose not invincible, still fought right by his side. So Jon couldn't help but feel guilty for any of his injuries. No matter how small.

     Jon felt the need to be of service to Damian when he got hurt. He couldn't create stitches like Alfred, so he did what he believed was the next best thing. "Can I at least help heal it?" Jon asked, which earned him a jeering look from Damian. "Help heal it? Are you dumb?" Jon defensively scoffed, "I am not dumb!" Damian sighed, "Alfred already disinfected and stitched up the cut. And as far as I'm aware, Kyrptonians can't heal people. So how will you heal it? Hm?" Jon looked offended as Damian waited for an answer.

     "I will kiss it. That's what my mom always does for my cuts, and they always end up healing." Damian was dumbfounded, and convinced that Jon might just be even more idiotic then he originally thought. "What?" he questioned. Before he could say anything else, Jon grabbed his hand and planted a gentle kiss right on the stitches. "There ya go!" He said cheerfully, and gave Damian a big toothy grin.

     It was such a small act, but that moment would spend forever with Damian. No matter how stupid he believed it was. He was even thinking about it nine years later. The memory entranced him, he hadn't even gotten out of his costume. Only his mask and gloves were thrown onto the floor next to his bed.

     His attention quickly changed when he felt movement on his bed. He looked over to see Alfred the cat cuddling up right next to him. "Hey Alfred." His voice was sweet. For Damian that would be unusual, but not when it came to animals. Alfred purred up at him, and a smile landed on Damian's face. He picked up the cat and placed him on his chest. And he pet the cat with his uninjured hand.

He let himself lay like that for quite awhile. Listening to the calming purrs that came from Alfred. Following a rhythmic pattern as he stroked the cat's back, and each time his touch would sink into the soft fur. Damian rarely let himself relax, he always believed that he could be spending his time doing something more important. But after such a tiring patrol, he didn't have the energy to care.

Damian sighed as he realized he couldn't stay like that forever. He gently moved Alfred, and started moving himself. He cared for his wounds, took a shower, then got ready for bed. As much as he hates to admit it, his body needs sleep. Alfred was already back to napping on the bed, but woke up from the sound of knocking.

'Who the fuck is knocking on my door at 3am.' Damian thought to himself as he opened his door. "Jon?" yawned Damian "Hey Dami. A part of me doubted you were home, I know how much you love to patrol at night." Jon greeted, "May I come in?" Damian moved out the way, and slightly gestured towards the inside of his apartment.

They were now sitting on the couch of Damian's place. It was a huge penthouse, but considering he was the son of Bruce Wayne it had made sense. "Damian, I have a really important question I need to ask you." "Get to the point Kent." Damian felt too tired to be patient. "Will you be my best man?" Jon chimed with a smile. Damian looked at him with confusion, "Best man? Wouldn't that mean you're getting mar-" he paused.

Jon usually had helped Damian find light, but in that moment it felt like everything went dark. Jon smiled, misreading the situation completely. Damian was glad he did, the last thing he wanted was Jon figuring out how he felt. "congrats man." he forced a kind tone, and a smile. Jon immediately pulled him into a hug, and Damian wanted to push him away. Instead he hugged back.

"So will you?" Jon asked with a smile. Damian didn't want to, he didn't even want to be at the wedding. He tried his best to be there for Jon, but watching the man he was madly in love with get married would be too difficult. "I need to know when it is." He said sternly, "I literally proposed yesterday! We haven't even discussed the month." Jon chuckled, in slight disbelief. Jon thought that Damian would drop anything to be at the wedding, he was his best friend after all. It hurt Damian even more to hear that Jon was the one who proposed.

Damian didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wiggle his way out of saying yes without telling the truth. Jon left feeling conflicted, his closest friend might not be at his wedding. According to everyone he heard from, weddings are supposed to be one of the best days of your life. Could he really enjoy it without Damian there? Apparently that question meant more than he wanted it to.

     Meanwhile, Damian was distraught. He was being ripped apart from the inside. He felt like his own stomach had stabbed him. His heart mimicked a black hole, completely sucking the life out of him. Damian could barely breathe. He stumbled over to his bed, and crawled in. Alfred's ears picked up and he got closer to Damian. The cat nudged his head on Damian's arm.

     Nobody was there to watch, so he let it out. He let the tears stream down his face. Damian muffled his sobs just as a precaution of the Kryptonian super-hearing. He picked up Alfred and snuggled close. The cat could sense the pain, so he leaned into the cuddles. Alfred gave Damian some comfort, but that didn't stop him from crying himself to sleep that night. The man he yearned for was getting married to someone else.