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💖First Date Part 1💖

"If you need anything, find me or Kerion. Oh, and don't let your drink get spiked." The energetic blonde said before grabbing Kerion's hand and leading him away. 

"Thanks man!" Jon called after him before turning to me. 

"Lets go have some fun!" Jon suddenly yanked me forward. I yelped and he lead me into what was the main club. It was loud and I noticed there were more younger people than older ones. Males and females were talking, laughing, dancing and of course, drinking. 

The club was one large room with a massive bar near the back. There was a stage a few meters from us and the walls were painted black. Colourful flashing lights were everywhere and there was a big dance floor right in the middle of everything. 

"Lets get a drink first." Jon said. I didn't think that was a great idea but I decided to let loose and have some fun. We sat down at the bar. The air was extremely hot and I regretted wearing a long sleeve dress shirt. 

"Hey Damian, you're okay with this right? I want our first date to be a good memory, not a bad one." Jon whispered directly into my ear else I couldn't have heard him. I smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

"This is fine. I think it'll be fun." I responded. Jon smiled. 

"Great! You wanna order or me?" He asked. I shrugged. 

"You can do it. I know for a fact you've done it before." I said, resting my chin on my palm. Jon chuckled. 

"Guilty." He ordered two glasses of whiskey. The bartender slid them towards us at record speed. Jon and I both picked up our glasses. 

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah you?" He nodded and we both took a sip. I gaged slightly. The liquor burned my throat and tasted rather awful. Jon laughed at my reaction. 

"Too much for you Wayne?" He asked with a challenging tone. I glared playfully. 

"No way! I'm just not used to it." I defended. Jon rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his whiskey. Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to him over the past couple years? I wondered to myself. Of course I still love the guy but damn...

"C'mon Wayne." Jon teased in a tempting voice. I scoffed and quickly drank the rest of what was left in my glass. It still burned the back of my throat but it wasn't as bad as before. I set the glass down on the bar counter. 

"You wanna dance?" Jon asked. I blinked a couple times before nodding. "Lets go!" Jon pulled me with him to the dance floor. 

Jon's pov

I found us a spot near the middle of the loud dance floor. Damian looked a little overwhelmed so I held his hands and drew him closer to me. Even in the flashing lights I could clearly see the boy's blush.

"C'mon Dami!" I coaxed, beginning to swing my hips to the rhythm of the song.

"Jon, I don't know how." Damian said, glancing around anxiously. I frowned. 

"What do you mean?"

"I only ever done ballroom dance. I've never had the need to do so otherwise." He explained. I smirked. 

"I'll just have to show you then!" I exclaimed happily. Damian opened his mouth to object but I placed my hands on his hips, cutting him off. I pressed my body against his.

"Okay Dami, first just move your hips." I instructed. 

"Excuse me?" He whisper shouted. I sighed.

"Here like this," I began slowly swinging my hips. 

"O-okay..." Damian mumbled. He hesitated before mimicking my movements. I smiled.

"Just like that good! Now do something with your arms." I said, removing my hands from the smaller's waist and beginning to move them around in a dancing manor. Damian watched me carefully before doing the same. 

Soon we were both dancing and laughing. The air was sticky and hot and I kept bumping into the occasional drunk person but I was having fun so it didn't matter. I gazed at Damian for a moment. There was a big smile on his face and his hair was slightly ruffled. The top buttons of his grey dress shirt were undone and he had rolled up his sleeves. Sweat glistened on his forehead but he didn't seem to mind. 

I wanted to kiss him so badly. He looked so handsome and carefree, just like a regular teenager who didn't have to worry about the paparazzi or if they were going to die that night at the hands of a villain. 

Damian caught my gaze and I blushed. The smaller smirked and drew even closer to me. 

"Like what you see?" He teased, looping his arms around my neck. I blushed again.

"Yeah. I defiantly do." I responded, refusing to let the smaller get the best of me. I placed my hands on his hips. Our faces weren't too far apart. Damian moved his hips against mine causing me to gasp lightly. Damian gave me a devilish smirk. 

"Damian," I whispered, drawing closer to his flushed face. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah..." Damian mumbled. I leaned my forehead against the smaller's, just about to lean in when someone screamed. We both whipped our heads in the direction of the scream. Other people were starting to freak out. 

I painfully removed myself from Damian, still keeping close to the vigilante.

"What the hell is going on?" Damian shouted over the chaos that began to erupt. People were shrieking and running from a green gas that began seeping in through the floor boards. 

"What the-" I was cut off as a girl slammed into me and Damian. We were knocked away from each other. "Damian!" I shouted. I tried using my x-ray vision to see through the crowd but people kept bumping into me. Damn it. 

Damian's pov

"Jon?!" I shouted in alarm. "Jon!?" Damn it I've lost him. The green gas was beginning to rise. I coughed harshly. What the hell is this? I wondered. With all the chaos and  screaming, I couldn't think properly. A taller male bumped into me and I collapsed on the ground. I inhaled a startled breath, sucking the green gas into my lungs.

I coughed harshly for a good minute before everything went black.

To be continued...

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Sorry this one is gonna be in two parts 'cuz it's pretty long. 

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