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"You idiot! You scared me"
"You're beautiful," Jon said in love, and Damian rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"You say that every time I'm mad at you, but this time it's not working," he grumbled, touching his arm with two fingers immediately. "You're lucky your head is so hard, or you'd have broken it. The doctor says you can go home soon."
Home. Well, that sounded good. There was just one tiny problem. "I wish I could, but... I don't know who you are." Jon retorted, and the worried look on Damian's face turned to complete shock.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well, no. I don’t really know who you are."
__"Your eyes that tells me I can trust you completely. They're so deep and intense. It's like they make me feel at home. Like a part of me knows it belongs here"or
Jon loses his memory. Damian has a nervous breakdown.
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When they came of age, Damian had decided to join the Krypton Security Force and achieved the best grades of all the cadets in half the time. He swore allegiance to the commander in charge, appeared before the Council of Five and was awarded a medal during a support mission on the planet Daxam. Any parent would have done anything to have a young man with Damian's potential in their House.
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"Damian Wa-ghul." His father's voice resounded powerfully within the walls, causing the crystals to tremble and the lights to flicker. "State the reason why you stand before the House of El today."
"Kal-El, son of Jor-El." Damian took another step forward, placing his hand on the replica of the Jewel. "In honor of the family, I declare my desire to join my life with this man," he said, reaching out his other hand to Jon, who took it without hesitation, smiling at him. "On this day, and for all days henceforth." -
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When he got into his Lamborghini and started the engine, he blinked and was surprised to see Jon's figure when he turned right off Main Street at 220th. Jon was walking on the sidewalk with his hands in his jacket pockets, his head was sunk into his shoulders and his posture was hunched over. Damian pulled up alongside Jon, honking his horn to get his attention. "What are you still doing here?"
"I... I can't fly," Jon finally said. He turned toward the car that had slowed to keep pace with him and saw Damian tilt his head against his shoulder.
"Excuse me?"
"I said I can't fly."
"What do you mean?"
"I... I don't know." Jon looked at his hands and tried to use his X-ray vision, but when he couldn't see through them, he blinked and glanced worriedly at Damian. "I don't have my powers anymore."
Damian braked suddenly and parked next to the sidewalk, looking Jon straight in the eye. "If this is a joke, Jonathan..."
"Do you think I could ever joke about something like this?" -
Cornfield in the snow by MyPride
Fandoms: Batman and Superman: Battle of the Super Sons (Movie 2022), Super Sons (Comics)
05 Dec 2025
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The countryside was colder than Damian had initially imagined. Throughout his life, he had endured scorching summers and freezing winters, crossed snow-capped mountains, and waded through the wettest swamps. But winter in Smallville was something else entirely. The silence was charged with anticipation and broken only by the sound of the wind in the trees and the crunch of snow underfoot; despite the solitude all around, there was warmth, bright dots shining in a sky so blue and clear it took the breath away and cold, clean air that trapped the scent of snow and damp earth with every breath. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing and no one to be seen, the blanket of snow looked bluish under the soft light of the moon, and the cold crept into your bones, and it was absurd to think that they were so close yet so far from a safe place to take refuge and--
He suddendly felt something warm on his shoulders, and he realized it was Jon's coat. "Why did you give it to me?" he asked, turning to Jon in confusion. Jon simply shrugged.
"Well, it's not like I really need it."
"You've discovered that you're invulnerable, not immune to the cold of winter."
"You need it more than I do anyway." -
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"Jon..." Damian whispered, throwing an arm back and grabbing a cushion as he slid down.
They could have fallen at any moment or slammed their backs into an armrest, but neither of them seemed to care. They were too busy enjoying the moment, determined not to let a single second slip away. Jon grabbed the flaps of Damian's underwear, slid them down his thighs and Damian pressed Jon's face against his legs, entwined his fingers in Jon's hair and tossed his head back. He wanted Jon to take him there and then, without making him wait any longer and--
Suddenly, Jon's phone rang, and they both froze, looking at each other for a moment. Damian glanced at the coffee table, where the phone was vibrating. The caller ID wasn't saved, but Jon sometimes received last-minute business calls and had to leave. But not tonight. Not at that moment. Was today his day off or not?
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"Has the evening tired you out, Mr Wayne?"
Damian blinked and smiled slightly before looking for the owner of the voice. He saw Jon, still in his tuxedo, soaring against the upper façade of the building. Jon had a smile plastered across his face, looking like someone who was doing the impossible — floating more than ten feet in the air.
"They might see y—"
"Not if you don't point out I'm here."Jon winked, putting a finger to his lips. "Do you need rescuing, Mr Wayne?"
Damian raised both eyebrows, but finally laughed. "Be my hero"
"This really sounds like a job for Superman"
[ Super Sons Week 2025. Day Five ☆ So good = "It's always been you" ] -
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Jon immediately pays his respects, falling to one knee. He closes his right hand into a fist and presses it against the shoulder, bringing his left arm behind the back, he bows his head, avoiding eye contact. But Damian snorts with laughter and Jon notices the wave of his hand out of the corner of his eye.
"Get up."
Damian's voice is clear and intimidating, but deep down, Jon can see all the love they feel for each other. He lifts his head with a smile as he flies silently towards Damian, who brushes his bandages. Jon sees him rest his fingers on the back of his hand.
"I'm fine, beloved," he whispers. Jon looks at him so deeply that one could drown in the murky blue of his eyes.
"I know you. I can hear your lies," Jon says, placing his palm on Damian's heart, which beats slowly in his chest. "You are seriously injured."
[ Super Sons Week 2025. Day Four ☆ Something in the way = "I know you. I can hear your lies" ] -
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The flames of the torches hanging on the walls flicker as he passes, the walls seem to close in on him with every step, the shadows lengthen, like fingers ready to grab him, yet Jon continues to advance. His ears focus on a single sound: that heartbeat he knows so well, that heart which stopped beating for a moment, but which has now start beating again, welcoming him like the sweetest melody.
"Jonathan?" he says, rising from his seat. "You shouldn't—"
"I shouldn't be here. I know." Jonathan says the words bluntly, pushing Koru's hand away when he tries to grab his shoulder and glaring at him as if he wants to set him on fire. "I'm talking to Damian."
"You don't have permission to..."
"Koru." Damian's voice is low and calm, but the room seems to grow colder with every word. "Leave us alone."
"But... Master..."
"The Demon Head commands it."
[ Super Sons Week 2025. Day Three ☆ Free Day = "As the Demon Head commands" ] -
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"I heard you," Damian said suddenly, addressing no one in particular. Despite the steam that enveloped everything, the silence in the bathroom seemed to freeze.
"I never understand how you can do that. And I was the one with super hearing."
"Years and years of training. You should be used to it by now."
"No. I don't think I'll ever get used to it," Jon retorted, approaching him to kiss his damp forehead. Damian smiled slightly.
"Hmm, shouldn't you be putting our son to bed?"
"Apparently someone did it for me while I was washing the dishes, so I have nothing to do."
This time, Damian laughed heartily. "So you thought you'd come and annoy me?"
"I thought you might like a massage." As he said this, Jon placed his hands on Damian's shoulders. Damian groaned involuntarily when Jon applied a little pressure with his fingers. "And judging by how stiff your muscles are, I think I had a great idea."
"Any excuse to put your hands on me."
"You make it sound less romantic when you put it like that, you know?"
[ Super Sons Week 2025. Day Two ☆ Five years time = "I've waited all my life for you" ]Series
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How did he know was Jonathan's sweatshirt? Simple: Damian's hands practically disappeared beyond the sleeves, it was twice the size of one of his normal sweatshirts, and the hood covered half his face, even though he tried to keep it at hip level by twisting the tail around his hips. It was quite amusing to see how good he had become at using it, but that wasn't the point.
“Isn't that Jon's?” he asked point-blank, referring to the sweatshirt, and Damian stopped with his hand midway on the refrigerator door, turning around like an automaton, as if he hadn't expected company.
“Shouldn't you be sleeping and minding your own business, Drake?”
[ Super Sons Week 2025. Day One ☆ New Perspective = Change/Growing ] -
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'My voice.' Damian carefully considered what to say, raising his hands before lowering them again and twisting his fingers slightly. 'I was hoping I would have my own voice.'
Grayson's face softened as he lovingly tousled Damian's hair. Damian let him do it, even though he wrinkled his nose a little. "You don't have to rush these things. You've only just turned sixteen; your voice will come. You just have to—"
'I thought it would be Jon.'or
A sort of soulbound AU where people are born without a voice and only find it when they find their soulmate to
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Jon gasped. He could hear music in the distance that seemed to want to lull him into a peaceful state of mind, but he couldn't understand where it was coming from. It was as if the notes had begun to dance around him and caress his face, Jon struggled to open his eyes and lift his head and he realised he was in his room, enveloped in the familiar scent of spices and warm desert sun. It was a smell that had stayed with him throughout his time in the heat. The smell of—
"D?" Jon swallowed; his mouth felt thick and he struggled to move it as he wanted to. When he sat up in the nest, he realised that the figure sitting in front of him was indeed Damian. He was watching Jon intently, holding a book as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "How long... how long have you been here?"
Damian seemed to think about it, closing the book with a small thud. "A couple of days. Your parents let me in as soon as the critical phase of your heat had passed."
"You've been sitting there the whole time?"
"Of course." Damian clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "It's an alpha's job to ensure his omega is well cared for and comfortable when he's unwell." -
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"D? Are you okay?"
"Jonathan?" With his eyes clouded by illness, Damian peered into the dim light and searched for his best friend's figure, trying to remember. He couldn't remember why Jon was there or why he looked so worried. However, he did see Jon get out of bed and approach him with a basin and a wrung-out cloth.
"What—" he tried to ask hoarsely, but Jon placed the cloth on his forehead despite his protests.
"Hey, don't strain yourself," he scolded. "You've caught a nasty bug, and you've got us worried, you know?"
"Why... why are you here?"
Jon smiled shyly; Damian could see it clearly in the light of the lightning flashing outside the window. "Well, you weren't answering the messages, so I came to see what had happened, and... well, I ended up staying here for stay with you." -
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"Are you and Damian having sex?"
His mother's question was so direct that Jon didn't see it coming, and he almost choked on a mouthful of pancakes while his father looked on, worried.
"It's embarrassing, come on," he moaned. "Besides, it's not like we...I mean..."
"Do you use protection?"
"Mom..." Jon said, covering his face with his hands at his mother's question, wrinkling his nose. "If we did, and I'm not saying we did--"
"You're not even denying it," his father added after taking a sip of coffee, and Jon looked at him with a frown.
"Which side are you on?"
"Yours, boy. That's why we're talking about it." -
Break through the surface and crash into the light by MyPride
Fandoms: Super Sons (Comics)
18 Aug 2025
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Jon shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Nothing, just... maybe I heard something." He swallowed and glanced over his shoulder, but he could see nothing but total darkness. But what the hell—
"It means they're close."
"Maybe you should start telling me what's going on."
Jon was growing impatient. Damian paused for a moment, a few steps in front of him with his back to Jon.
"I told you. Criminals are using this place for their own filthy convenience."
"Okay, but that doesn't explain what—"
I'm afraid.
Jon blinked again. This time, he had heard correctly; it was Damian's voice. Clear and crisp; not a whisper in his head. "Why are you afraid?" he asked. At that point, Damian turned away, blinking beneath his mask.
"What?"
"You said you were afraid," Jon pointed out. "I just wanted to—"
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"Oh. Um, hi, D." When Jon had invited him in, he hadn't thought that Damian would recognise his clothes. "This is—er, rather embarrassing," he admitted, seeing Damian raise both eyebrows.
"What exactly are you referring to? The fact that you're wearing my clothes, the fact that you stole them, or the fact that you were caught in the act?"
Jon puffed out his cheeks like a child and squeezed into his sweatshirt. "You make me sound like a thief."
"Technically, you are."
"All omegas use their alphas' clothes to build their nests"
"But they usually ask for them; they don't loot the closets of their—" Damian fell silent, realising too late what Jon had said. He looked at Jon, strangled and gasping. "Wait, what?"
Jon tilted his head to one side and blinked in surprise. "I thought it was obvious...?" he hinted. But Damian felt the ground fall out from under his feet.
"No, what should it be?"
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"I wanted to kiss you," he said bluntly, sensing Damian's heart skip a beat. Oh, there it was. The crack was widening and the dam that Jon had built around himself would soon collapse.
"What?"
There was no time for second thoughts; he couldn't stop any longer. The rift was becoming more and more obvious, and Jon would never be able to heal anything again. "When that monster was about to crush you, I... my only thought was to bring you to safety, and—" Jon said, moistening his lips without looking away. Damian stared at him, wide-eyed. Jon couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "I don't know, D. When I looked at you, I... I wanted to kiss you so badly that... I got scared 'cause I didn't want to ruin our friendship and—"
"Wait."
Jon was about to say more when Damian's single word held him back. He swallowed repeatedly as he looked at Damian's face. Had he spoken too much and too quickly? Had he given too much information and confused Damian? Or did Damian simply want closure now that he knew what Jon wanted?
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"Jonathan."
"Mmm?"
"What's on your mind?"
"Me?" Jon displayed his most innocent expression, but smiled like a tempting devil. "Nothing, why?"
Damian drew in a long breath as if to calm himself. For a moment, a slight breeze seemed to filter in, causing the candle flames to flicker without extinguishing them. This made the atmosphere even more suffused, with shadows seeming to dance on the walls. "Whatever you're thinking..." Damian moistened his lips, his fangs barely visible. "I get carried away a little too easily."
"I trust you wholeheartedly, D," Jon retorted, resting a hand on Damian's thigh. Damian winced for a moment before cursing through gritted teeth.
"Shit... you didn't have to say that," he whispered, completely erasing the distance between them as he lingered around his lips. "You make it hard for me to control myself."
"Who said I want you to be controlled?"Series
- Part 11 of At dawn they sleep ~ Light slips away
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“Are you two idiots or something?” he asked, standing a foot away from Damian’s face. His breath smelled of gum and cola, perhaps to mask the smell of cigarettes in his mouth. ‘How about I start with you?’ he asked, and Damian looked him up and down and raised both eyebrows.
“I wouldn't do it if I were you.”
“Oh, really?”
“My boyfriend is pretty touchy,” Jon replied, unfazed, fully aware that Damian could handle himself. The guy was in danger of being paralysed by a ninja technique from Damian. “And he doesn’t like being bothered. Me neither, to be honest.”
Another boy, twice Jon’s size and covered in pimples, stood right in front of him, but he didn’t even bother to get up. “Did we interrupt your date?”
“Actually, yes.”
“There's no room for you in our arcade.”
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"Is there a problem at school, Jonno?" Clark finally asked. "You know your mother and I don't want to be on your case, but if something is wrong, you can talk to us".
"Nothing's wrong, Pop."
"I'm just worried."
"You don't have to."
"If it's about a bad grade..."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it, son?"
"Pa..."
"Is it for a girl?"
Unexpectedly, Jon threw the rake to the ground with such force that it broke in two, and he clenched his fists at his sides. "Why does it always have to be for a girl?"
Jon didn't scream, don't raise his voice, but to Clark it was as if he had.