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The Wayne family were shopping when the store was robbed. Damian had been politely conversing with the owner over the quality of a product when a man barged into the store and started waving a gun and a knife around.
“I want everything in the register!” the man shouted.
“Sir, you don’t have to do this-” Damian stopped to look down at the gunshot in his chest and the dagger standing out of his stomach. He looked back up at the gun wielding man who looked just as shocked. Then the world turned dark, and he felt himself hit the floor.
Bruce was on the man within a second, tackling him to the ground and disarming him.
“CALL AN AMBULANCE!” he screamed. Dick spoke into his phone urgently and Tim cradled his unconscious brother in his arms, putting pressure on his wounds.
A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived to cart Damian off to hospital. It had only been early in the morning, and they were just grabbing things for lunch before taking their younger members to school. Bruce informed the school and said that none of the Wayne kids or Stephanie would be at school that day. The ride to hospital was agonisingly long and when they arrived, Damian was instantly carted off to surgery. Their whole family paced the small room that Damian would be brought back to. Dick stepped outside for a minute to call Jon and inform him of what happened, but most of it was just Dick yelling over the phone as they anxiously waited.
Jon was having a fairly normal morning. He had woken up early for school and was currently walking into class with his friends when he felt his phone start ringing. He opened it and saw that the caller ID said Richard Wayne. He frowned slightly. What is Dick ringing me for? He thought. He sent his teacher a look, silently asking if he could answer it. She nodded and he raised the phone to his ear. he instantly regretted it because he, and half the people around him, were instantly deafened by the screaming that came from the other end.
“JON GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL. DAMIAN’S IN THE ICU” Dick screams over the phone. Jon’s eyes widen and his face turns a shade whiter. He ignores the confused and concerned looks that come from his friends. His grip on his phone is tighter. He breathes in a shaky breath and looks at his teacher who looks just as shocked as he feels.
“How?” He breathes, and he feels himself tremble.
“We were at the shops this morning. He got shot and stabbed. He’s- He's in surgery right now… they-they aren’t sure if he’ll make it.” Jon closed his eyes and felt a single tear fall. He picks up his backpack and walks past the rest of his class which is now silent. He looks his teacher dead in the eye.
“Look, I’m sorry but my boyfriend is in the ICU, and I need to get down to Gotham hospital ASAP or his brothers will kill me,” he said before bolting out the door. He ignored the shocked gasps and murmurs that came from his classmates as he sent his mum a message before booking it to Gotham.
When he got to Gotham, Damian had just gotten out of surgery. He was alive, but barely. Jon sat down in the chair beside his bed and slumped. Then he let the tears he had been holding, fall.
Jon spent six days watching over Damian before he woke up. Jon had been dozing when he heard the voice he had been missing so much.
“Jonathan?” Damian rasped. Jon’s eyes opened immediately, and he look at Damian. When he saw those green eyes he had missed so dearly he let some tears, that he didn’t know he had, fall.
“Hey honey. Do you want some water?” Damian nodded slightly and Jon walked to the other side of the room to pour a glass. He gently held it to Damian’s lips and watched him slowly drink.
“how long was I out”
“Six days. You flatlined on the table. I- oh god Damian. I heard you flatline. I almost fell out of the sky. You- you were gone for seven minutes.” Jon started sobbing again.
He felt Damian squeeze his hand slightly. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”
“s’not your fault that you got shot and stabbed”
Damian hummed. “You look like shit”
“Yeah well you aren’t looking too great yourself princess”
Damian scowled and Jon smiled a little. Jon stood up and leant over Damian, making sure he wasn’t touching his body in fear of hurting him. Jon placed his lips on Damian’s, and he kissed him. Damian leant into the kiss and sighed gently. When they finally broke apart, both of them looked slightly flushed.
“Jesus Dames, you scared me so much”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try not to get shot as badly next time” Damian muttered sarcastically. Both of them smiled at each other.
Forty minutes later, when Bruce came to check on Damian, he told Jon that he needed to go back to school. Jon reluctantly agreed but made Bruce promise to call if anything changed. That was how he ended up in his current situation. He had walked through the school gate and was swarmed by his friends.
“You didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend!”
“I didn’t think it was that important?”
He spent all of his first lesson deflecting questions about his boyfriend. He knew that if he told people who his boyfriend was, no one would believe him, so he didn’t tell anyone.
During the next four weeks, Jon deflected more questions about himself and his boyfriend than he had ever had to. He was honestly getting tired of it.
That was why when he got an invite from Damian to the next Wayne gala, he was happy to get away from his school. He found his suit and polished his shoes before leaving school early. His friends asked why he was leaving school early. Not wanting to give away too many specifics he simply said:
“Got invited to a Gala in Gotham”
“Gotham?! Why would you even consider going?!”
“First of all, Gotham isn’t that bad, second of all, I have friends there”
“Would one of those ‘friends’ happen to be your boyfriend?”
Jon huffed a laugh and turned pink.
“Wait did I just manage to get some actual info about your boyfriend? You’re losing your touch Jon”
“That’s what happens when you spend six day watching your boyfriend recover from an operation he flatlined in” he said, deadly serious. The faces of his friends turned sympathetic before he bid them goodbye.
He hadn’t seen Damian in two weeks, he was going to spend as much time as he could with him tonight.
When Jon arrived at the Gala he immediately zeroed in on Damian’s heartbeat. Once inside he made a beeline for his boyfriend. Jon and Damian had a routine of sorts. Damian would socialise until Jon turned up, and Jon would turn up and immediately disappear with Damian.
Damian caught his eye and gestured, with the slight flick of his head, to go to the other room. Jon did. He only had to wait a minute before Damian walked in and launched himself at Jon. Damian pressed his lips against Jon’s and they sunk back into the couch Jon was sitting on.
“Missed me that much?” Jon gasped when they finally broke away.
Damian chuckled and gasped, “You have no idea”
When people asked where Damian had disappeared to during the Gala, the Wayne siblings would share a knowing look and say they had no idea. They all knew that Damian would be in the middle of a make-out session with his boyfriend, but no one else needed to know that. The first time someone had spotted a hickey on Damian’s neck everyone had freaked out before realising who he had snuck off with the night before. They all knew that Jon would stay the night. They also knew that both boys would probably be curled up on the couch in the morning too. It was a regular routine that they knew well.
When Tim started an Instagram live the next morning, no one expected him to actually answer the questions people sent through.
“Honestly I don’t get why so many people were concerned about his whereabouts last night. He disappeared like usual, with the same person as usual” he finished. People started asking ‘who’ and a small smile appeared on his face. He stood up.
“I need to be really quiet for a minute so that I don’t disturb them too soon,” Tim said as he walked through a doorway. He stepped into another room and a soft smile appeared on his face. He turned the camera around and slowly approached a couch. There was a single blanket on the couch, and two lumps beneath the blanket. He walked around the front of the couch so that his phone could capture the scene that was before him. Both Jon and Damian were curled into each other watching tv. Jon was running a hand through Damian’s hair while Damian murmured something. Tim smiled and said, “hey guys, people wanted to know about you two on Instagram. I’m live so don’t be gross.” Damian scowled and stuck the finger up while Jon smiled and waved before fake gasping.
“Damian, put that finger down” Damian scowled, then smiled.
He dramatically put a hand to his forehead and slid off of Jon’s lap. “Betrayed by my own boyfriend!” he said dramatically.
“Damian!” Jon yelped, trying to catch him before he fell but somehow also ending up on the floor. Both boys were silent for a moment as they looked at each other. Jon pursed his lips together, trying not to laugh.
“don’t laugh” Damian teased. Jon looked mock taken aback.
“right, that’s it!” he said before rolling over and pouncing at Damian. Damian’s eyes widened and he scrambled off the floor and around the corner of the couch. Jon took off after him, laughing loudly. They both ran out of the room and down the hall, shrieking with joy. There was a loud thump as a body hit the floor which was followed by silence. A moment later, two sets of laughter echoed down the hall. Tim turned the camera back to himself and looked on with a fond expression.
“I present to you Damian and his boyfriend, Jon. And just for the record, I am the biggest fan of them as a couple. Jon and Damian always disappear together during galas. The first time Jason saw a hickey on Damian, he punched Jon so hard that he broke his hand. This is why I don’t date men, my brothers are crazy”
“You used to be gay for my brother!” Jon screamed down the hallway at the same time Damian screamed “You have a boyfriend!”
Tim rolled his eyes and looked back at his phone. He ignored the fact that the whole chat on the live was blowing up and he finished the live.
The next morning, a recording of his live was all over the News. Overnight, it seemed that Damian and Jon had become the most popular couple in the states and their popularity had spiked tremendously.
When Jon got back to school after the weekend, he was screamed at by his classmates. Everyone, except Jon apparently, had seen the news.
“YOU’RE DATING DAMIAN WAYNE?!”
“how long have you been dating him?”
“You two are such a cute couple.”
The comments continued well into the second period when things got worse. He had been talking to his friends about how weird the morning had been when they heard muffled yelling coming from the hallway outside their classroom. Jon noticed how familiar the heartbeats were and dropped his head onto the table with a Bang.
A moment later, three boys barged into the room with another slung over their shoulder spitting curses in another language.
“Damian stop swearing” sighs Jon.
“I just got dragged down the hallways by these idiots! I’ll swear if I want to!” he yelled. His classmates stared in confusion and shock. Jon groaned from where his head lay on his desk.
“Why are you even here?” Jon asked.
“Because, we already got permission to sign you out of here and take you with us” Dick said in his Gotham accent.
A moment later. Tim was behind Jon and dragging him to the front of the classroom by the ankles.
“Jesus Jon. When’d you get so heavy?”
“Probably when I started being able to bench your weight” he joked.
“This is why I like Kon more”
Tim suddenly turned to Jon’s teacher. “sorry but we already have permission so we’re just going to go ahead and take Jon away”
Jon groaned again and sent his friends a pleading look. He was horrified to find that they all had their phones out, recording what was happening.
As Damian and Jon were dragged away, Jon’s classmates could hear Jon say: “I’m never going to even try to marry into this family”
“Why?! What did I do?!” Damian asked.
“I’m never marrying you because I don’t want to have to deal with your insane brothers! Maybe if we just completely go of the grid and hide out in the woods or something, we could get some time without them”
“they would find us anywhere”
“Yeah you’re probably right”
“Of course, I always am”