Chapter 1: Questions

~Third Person P.O.V~

It was a night much like any other, Superboy and Robin were out on patrol moving from rooftop to rooftop, scouring the streets for the slightest sign of trouble.

Yet.. something was different, they weren't bantering or arguing or anything. It was silent.. and that wasn't normal for either of the boys.

Jon was the first to take notice, eyeing his older, yet shorter friend in the corner of his eye. Trying to study his expression, his body language; sadly he isn't exactly good at either and Damian wasn't exactly making it easy.

It wasn't just the mask covering his emerald eyes, his face was cold and expressionless, not something unknown to Jon but.. tonight was different. His best friend seemed different, he puffed his right cheek in thought before sighing, deciding he'll confront Damian on their next stop.

Robin landed first, right at the edge of the building, he crouched and looked through a pair of high-tech goggles patrolling the streets, a few seconds later Superboy gently floated down behind his friend, eyeing his back, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey Damian.." Superboy began, hoping for the slightest sign of acknowledgement from the boy crouched in front of him. Nothing.

Jon sighed before he continued to speak "is something bothering you..? Cause I feel like something is definitely bothering you." Still no response.

"You know.. you could always tell me, you do.. kinda listen whenever I tell you my problems so I just.. I wanna say i'm here for-" Jon was cut off by Damian

"Shhh.." he went, placing his index finger on Jon's lips without averting his gaze through the goggles. Jon wasn't sure but he thought he felt an ever so slight shiver in Damian's hand when his finger first grazed his lips. He decided to ignore it.

"Look." Damian said, slowly pulling his finger away and pointing to an apartment building across the street, a group of three masked men each holding either a crowbar, a sack or a gun stood in an alleyway preparing to break in.

"Let's go kent." Damian said plainly as he stood up, shot a grappling hook to another building and swung across the street in one fluid motion.

"Mmnh.. ok." Jon said, following suit.

"So, you sure this is the place?" The skinniest of the masked men said to the largest as Damian and Jon watched from the shadows.

"What do you mean am I sure? Of course I'm sure. This building is full of retired veterans, ex-military guys too old to fight back and too rich to know what to do with the money." The man's smile grew wide "So yes. Sonny. This is the place."

"Fucking finally, after this I'll be able to pay my tab at Charlie's and I can buy us another round of drinks" The third man said as the three of them turned to closest window.

"Not if we have anything to say about it." Robin said, announcing their presence, leaping from the shadows and landing elegantly onto the pavement. His long metal staff extending in his right hand which he kept behind his back, with his right open and kept close to his chest.

"Oh great. Its the bat-brat. And you're all alone. One what.. 7 year old versus us? You don't stand a chance, so why don't you run back to bat-dad before this gets messy. Hm?" The largest among the men spoke, extending his gun towards Damian.

Damian's right eye twitched with irritation when the man incorrectly guessed his age. "I'm breaking that hand first." He said, eyeing the man's hand holding the gun.

Superboy leapt from the shadows, slamming hard into the ground cracking the pavement and hovering a small distance above it. "Yeah. We."

Jon's entrance obviously unnerved the three men more than Damian's. Damian eyed Jon, surprised and impressed by the half-kryptonian's 'superhero entrance' which he's been practicing for weeks... up until he saw a small tear in the corner of jon's eye. "That must have hurt more than I thought it would." He thought to himself, rolling his eyes, before throwing a swift-flying birdarang at the man's hand, causing him to drop the gun as he lept forward grabbing him and slamming his arm onto the pavement fracturing it.

Jon followed suit, taking on the most muscular of the group, weaving and ducking before countering, knocking the man off the ground with a single punch.

Jon turned to damian who was taking on the two other men at once, when he noticed.. Damian was different.. more vicious.. more.. angry than usual.. and that's saying something.

He was about to join in when damian shattered the largest man's legs leaving him a crumpled whimpering mess on the ground as the last man began to run away in fear, robin threw a bola at him, tying his legs up and causing him to fall over.

Jon began walking towards Damian "Uhm Robin is he.." Jon gestured to the man on the ground "Gonna be ok?"

"He may never walk again, but he'll live." Damian said, leaving an automated anonymous call to the cops.

"Uhm D-Robin.. can we talk..?" Superboy asked meekly

"TT. What? No. Not now. We have a long night ahead of us." Damian said coldly.

"Please.. I'm getting worried.. for me..?" Jon said, walking closer to Damian, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Damian shivered, and closed his eyes avoiding Jon's sweet and caring eyes. "Fine" Robin said, removing Jon's arm from his shoulder.

"TT. Wait." Damian said, noticing the man on the ground struggling to reach for his gun. Damian, stomped on the man's arm in an angle so that it fractures. The man let out a pained screech before Damian turned to Jon.

"But find us somewhere more private where we can talk." Damian said, Jon nodded at the older yet shorter male and hoisted him up with his arms flying out an above the rooftops. Jon could almost swear he felt Damian tense, ever so slightly he carried him in his arms but he played it off as him just being slightly afraid of heights.

Jon set Damian down on the edge of the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, overlooking the buildings and giving them a clear view of the night sky and the city's lights which seemed to twinkle moreso than the actual stars did.

Damian sat, his legs dangling of the side as Jon did the same sitting beside him, their capes fluttering in the wind.

There was a period of silence before Damian finally decided to break it.

"So. Are we just gonna sit here and stare or you actually going to say something? Cause if its the former we really should just continue the patrol." Damian said, shrugging.

"Mmmnh..." Jon began, playing with his fingers.

"Something's bothering you.. I can feel it, ok? And I.. want to help you, but you won't let me. So that's bothering me." Jon said, turning to Damian who stared blankly at the city.

"You're wrong Kent. I'm fine." Damian said.

"No you're not.. you're cold, colder than normal and you always keep our conversations short.. its like.. its like you don't wanna be around me anymore. Is that it..? Dami.. please tell me, is that it?" Jon said, his voice turning shaky in fear of losing his best friend.

"What? Hell no. Kent, don't say that. Don't you ever say that. Ok?" Damian turned to Jon, taking off his gloves and wiping a stray tear streaming down the younger boy's face, keeping them on his shoulders.

Damian is always so cold, so distant but its moments like this.. that prove to Jon that his best friend truly does care about him. And that made Jon smile just that little bit more.

"Then.. what is it Dami..? Jon asked, trying his hardest to read Damian's expression. It always seems like he's an open book to Damian, Damian always knows when something's up, when he's happy, when he's sad, when he's embarrassed, when he's lying.. but Damian.. well Jon can't even begin to hope to read or at the very least truly understand Damian. Damian's feelings have always been an enigma to Jon, no matter how close they got.

"TT. Its.. its nothing." Damian said, showing the first crack in his defense that Jon has ever seen.

"Hey Dami.. take off the mask"

"TT. What?" Damian questioned, raising a brow "why would i wanna do that?"

"Just.. let me do it then." Jon reached out

"Wait, Kent don-" Damian spoke but it was too late. The mask was off. And his secret was out.

"Dami.. you've.." Jon couldn't believe it. He wouldn't if he hadn't seen it himself. "You've been crying...?" Jon asked Damian, holding his wet mask in his hands, Damian's red, strained, teary eyes exposed. Jon knew Damian knew how to lie and how to act.. but he didn't know he could hide the fact he'd been crying his eyes out. And he could believe even less that he hadn't noticed.

"Yes." Damian said, coldly.

Damian felt, vulnerable.. exposed.. naked without his mask to hide his tears, he could always fake his voice.. his body language... but his eyes.. his eyes always.. betrayed him.

"Why?" Jon asked, comfort and concern evident in his voice.

"That's.. none of your business." Damian barked out. A tear rolling down his cheek.

"Dami.. tell me.." Jon said pulling Damian closer as they sat cross-legged in front of each other.

"Please.." Jon said, gently wiping the tear streaming down his cheek with his thumb.

"DON'T." Damian said, smacking Jon's hand away, lowering his head and averting his gaze. "Don't.. touch me.. there.. Jon.. please.." Damian's voice grew shakey, as he tried his hardest to fight back the blush creeping onto his face. He had to use every fiber of his being to resist the urge to lean into Jon's soft caring hand. And that hurt.

"Damian. No, I'm here for you. Let me be here for you. Please." Jon said, lifting Damian's head effortlessly despite Damian struggling, making them meet eye to eye.

"Damian.. look at me" Jon was new to the whole 'being firm thing' so he wasn't exactly ddoing a good job at it. He never thought he'd have to be the one to do this, he always thought Damian was strong, tough and.. well he never thought he could cry.

Yet here Damian was, shivering, crying and avoiding his gaze. Jon just knew he had to do something.

"Damian." Jon said firmly. Damian ignored him.

"Look at me." He said, placing his hands onto Damian's shoulder, lightly squeezing them as the first sign of the faintest blush appeared on Damian's face, shivers running up and down his body. Damian did his best to ignore then.

"Look at me.. please." Jon said again, wiping another tear streaming down Damian's face.

Without any words.. Damian slowly but surely.. opened his eyes, emeralds meeting sapphires.

"See.. isn't that better..?" Jon said, in a caring voice, a sweet smile finding its place on his face.

"Now.. don't look away, alright?" Jon said, as he began lowering his arms off of Damian's shoulders but Damian almost instinctively raises his own hands, holding onto Jon's holding them in place.

"No!" Damian, shouted.. embarrased before he continued. "D-don't put them down.." Damian said, in what sounded like a mix of demanding and begging.

Jon was confused for a split-second before he realized that maybe that just made Damian feel safe.

"Ok Dami" Jon smiled. "So.. will you tell me what's wrong..?" Jon said, his hands felt warm on Damian's shoulders. Soft, yet firm. He made Damian feel safe.. this.. having Jon's strong.. yet soft and gentle hands on his shoulders, his firm arms almost serving as blinders, forcing Damian to look at Jon.. and just Jon. He.. couldn't handle it.

Damian, try as he might couldn't even begin to attempt to hide the deep blush on his face as he stared at Jon's face, he wanted to look away and ignore how he felt.. but Jon made him look.

"N-no.." Damian, answered. His voice shaky, he struggled with every breath not to lean into Jon's hands rubbing his cheek on Jon's soft hands. "Please don't make me.."

Jon sighed. Closing his eyes, giving Damian a break from the sweet torture before opening them again, once more meeting Damian's eyes.

"Fine.. just tell me when you're ready ok..?" Jon said, a caring look on his face.

"......" Damian remained silent, giving up on hiding the obvious blush on his face. He sighed "Ok.. I will."

"You promise?" Jon asked sweetly.

Damian raised a brow at Jon's somewhat childish antics.

"Fine. I promise." Damian said.

Jon smiled sweetly.

"Ok.. so if you can't tell me why.. is there.. anyway I could make you feel better..?" Jon asked, a sweet smile on his face, concern in his voice as he wiped away another tear streaming down his friend's face.

Damian stared at Jon's features, he listened to the care in his voice, he didn't stop Jon as he wiped away the tears, he didn't mind if Jon noticed he shivered so much whenever Jon did.. it felt so.. sweet. He was embarrassed enough.. "I couldn't make it much worse could I?" He thought to himself.

Damian closed his eyes and sighed, attempting to steel himself.

"Y-yes.. but.." Damian trailed off.

"But..? Damian tell me. Please. I'll do anything." Jon almost begged and that made Damian's heart skip a beat.. how much Jon cares for him.

"Jon, if I do this... I don't know.. if you could ever look at me the same way again." Damian's voice.. was still shakey, he was afraid of what he had to say.

"Dami.. I could never leave you, so just.. do whatever you have to do. Ok?" Jon smiled sweetly.

"Ok.. but.. but if I do.. you can't ask why I did it ok..?" Damian's heart sank, at the thought of what he was about to do.

"Okay, I promise" Jon said, smiling. Hopelessly oblivious to what's going through Damian's mind.

Damian smiled, for the first time in weeks, he held onto Jon's hand on his cheek, leaning into it, he felt the warmth coming off of his best friend's hand on his palm and he blushed even more. His hand was shakey as he held onto Jon's, he looked at Jon's eyes searching for the slightest sign of uncertainty and when he found none.. he kissed Jon's hand before giving in after the slightest contact of his lips with Jon's skin.

Damian gave up, he wrapped his arms around Jon's torso, bringing him in for a warm hug. His face was a few inches away from Jon's, heat coming off of both of them. Damian's blush was painfully obvious as a slight blush began to appear on Jon's face. Damian studied Jon's features, his soft skin, his sapphire blue eyes, his soft messy hair, his soft... kissable lips. Damian focused on them. Lightly tracing them with his fingers, holding Jon in with his other arm. "So.. soft.." Damian thought to himself, as he felt his face heat up.

"D-dami-" Jon began to speak but before he could finish, Damian crashed his lips onto his own.

Damian kept his eyes closed painfully tight, as his tears dripped onto Jon's outfit. He tightened his grip on Jon's torso, bringing him in close as his lips pressed against Jon's. Jon's lips were warm, soft.. delicate yet firm... they were.. intoxicating for Damian and he just couldn't stop. He felt himself melt into Jon, he just wanted more.. he needed more..

He continued kissing jon, his kiss was needy, it was hungry, it was something he's been denying himself off for so long. He continued, ignoring his need to breath as his hands traced the younger boy's back, before he began running his hands through Jon's messy hair, tugging at it ever so slightly.

He didn't want to stop, he couldn't.. before.. he knew he had to.

He let go of Jon, breaking the kiss, breaking the contact he oh so craved. Both boys blushing a deep shade of red, Damian breathed heavily, out of breath, still lightly touching Jon's cheek with one hand.

Damian, stopped and let go of Jon, who fell backwards in an audible thud.

Damian stood up quickly putting his mask back on.

"D-dami..?" Jon asked

"We're done for... tonight Jon..." Damian said, mindlessly touching his lips.

"O-oh.. ok.. uhm.." Jon was cut off once more by Damian.

"And.." Damian paused, breathing out a long sigh "I'm feeling better..... and.. thanks..." Damian said, not daring to look once more at Jon after what he had just done. He leapt off the building, shooting his grappling hook and swinging away.

Damian, as he hurriedly made his way back to Wayne Manor.. had one.. aching thought in his mind.. one.. painful question.. and he was dreading meeting Jon again for it.

"What have I done?"

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