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“A haunted house.”
Adrien grinned as Damian frowned.
“Yeah! Come on Dami, it'll be fun!”
Adrien laughed as Jon made the puppy eyes that he knew Damian was weak to. It was his kryptonite, pun totally intended.
He stretched and joined Jon in his quest to convince Damian to come to a haunted house, “I wanna go too. We could all go and make it a date?”
Damian wouldn't say it, but he could see the glimmer in his eyes and the way he perked up in interest.
Their boyfriend liked to spoil them but struggled to express his affection outside of gift giving. Even then it was like pulling teeth.
But they both knew Damian loved them and just struggled to express it sometimes. They'd never blame him for that.
Jon bounced on his feet, Adrien noting with a smile the little bit of levitation happening in his excitement.
“Please Dami! It'll be fun!”
Damian rolled his eyes but stood, “Fine, but I'm paying.”
Jon cheered and Adrien grinned, “Not a problem with us.”
A smile ghosted his boyfriend's cheeks and if it was even possible his grin widened, a blush tinting his own cheeks.
“You're pretty when you smile Damian.”
Damian scoffed and stuttered, making Jon burst out in laughter and throwing himself on Damian in a half hug half tackle. Adrien chuckled as the two, mainly Damian, bickered about manners.
After an extensive one-sided argument about whether it was appropriate to tackle someone or not, they made it out the door and into a car on their way to the haunted house Jon had found.
Damian drove, of course, and Adrien sat shotgun while Jon vibrated in the back.
“Are you excited?”
Adrien thought about it, “I… don't know? I've never been to one before. If we even have them in Paris I never would've been allowed to go anyways. They sound kind of fun though?”
As expected, his honest answer made Damian frown and Jon brighten.
“Oh so we get to be your first experience! That's awesome! It's tons of fun, the people scaring you aren't allowed to touch you and vice versa so no worries there! They also have this cool makeup and stuff, it's awesome!”
Damian interrupted Jon, “Poorly done makeup.”
Jon rolled his eyes with a fond smile, “Okay yeah but this isn't like- a state of the art Bat-Makeup kit they're using.”
Adrien snickered, “Bat-Makeup?”
Damian growled, “Richard is to blame for the ridiculous naming system.”
“And who named Bat Cow exactly?” Jon taunted from the backseat.
Their boyfriend went silent, glaring at the road before them.
Adrien and Jon made eye contact and bursted out in laughter, giggling at Damian and his stubbornness.
The drive was filled with affectionate teasing and laughter but eventually they arrived at their destination.
While Damian bought three wristbands, Jon took Adrien by the arm and led him around the lot. He smiled as Jon pointed out the entrance and the poorly costumed werewolves, the canteen, and the exit with a picture taking setup next to it.
Damian joined them not long after and helped him apply his wristband.
He gave Jon and Dami a peck on their cheek each before dragging them to the entrance excitedly.
The ghoul at the entrance grinned, “Wristbands?”
They each held up their arm, showcasing their neon green wristbands.
The man nodded and they entered.
Jon led their little pack, Adrien in the middle and Damian at the back.
Each room they went into had a new theme to it.
The first being some sort of torturous abandoned hospital room with a crazy nurse covered in fake blood. The second was some sort of jail house looking thing, flashing lights making it hard to see and move. Which made it easier for the zombified jailor to sneak up on them and spook them.
Adrien had fun, rushing through the mirror mazes and hiding from chainsaw wielding actors was a blast.
About three quarters of the way through an undead fortune teller tells their ‘fortune’ to let them pass, Damian rolling his eyes as the woman waves her hand.
“Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.” She said, her crystal ball glowing red.
Adrien laughed as Damian slipped past the creepy woman, clearly disturbed.
They headed onward, Jon going on about his own ‘fortune’.
“Our lives are one masked ball.”
Adrien grinned as Jon mocked the lady, his voice taking on a creepy tone.
He shrugged, “Well she's not wrong.”
Damian eyed them but said nothing, having taken the lead position in their train.
Jon nodded, “She was right, though it was still stupid.”
They finally exited after a rush through a misty forest, all three of them panting and holding hands.
“That was-” Adrien sucked in a breath, “-fun. We should totally do that again next year.”
Jon smiled, “We should get a picture to commemorate it!”
Damian nodded and pulled both of them to the photo set up.
With a quick photo out of the way they piled into Damian's car. This time with Adrien and Jon in the back.
Adrien made eye contact with Damian in the rear view mirror, “Dinner?”
Damian nodded and Jon sat up, energy returned.
“You'd think that you're a speedster with how much energy you have.” Damian commented.
Adrien laughed as Jon defended his right to be excited for dinner, already bargaining on where to eat.
He sunk back into the leather of the car, scrolling through his photos of today before selecting some to send to the family group chat.
Adrien let his eyes close, leaning on Jon while his boyfriends bickered over dinner still.
Fingers carded through his hair and the arguing quieted significantly as he napped.
He liked this little adventure. He liked it a lot.