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He was sure that if he kept grinding his teeth in that harsh back-and-forth motion, they were going to break. But Damian Wayne didn't care about that; all he cared about—and what bothered him—was how Jay Nakamura's hand was intertwined with Jon's.
How dare that damn pink-haired wannabe have his hands intertwined with his Jon's?! Because that's how it was: Jonathan Samuel Kent belonged to Damian Wayne, even if Jonathan himself didn't know it.
Jon could often be a little—not to say very—oblivious to very important things. And one of those very important things was the feelings Damian had for Jonathan Kent.
That Kryptonian alien managed to win the heart of the demon's grandson, just as Clark Kent had managed to win the heart of Gotham's Batman, his father, Bruce Wayne.
Were both Waynes "weak" for Kryptonian aliens from Metropolis who were also Symbols of Justice?
Apparently so.
Damian just kept staring at Jonathan and Jay holding hands and thanked all the gods—and his father—that he had such great self-control, because if he didn't, he would have already been walking toward them, yelling and grabbing Jay by the hair, pulling him away from Jon.
As these images flashed through his mind, Damian just smiled what he would have called a devilish grin, because the idea sounded incredibly tempting. Going over to them, pulling Jay away from his Jon, and then kissing him right in front of Jay, showing him who Jon belonged to.
Because it always has been and always will be that way. Jonathan Samuel Kent belongs to Damian Wayne, and Damian Wayne belongs to Jonathan Samuel Kent. Is as simple as that.
Now all that was left was to make Jon see that Damian is—and always will be—the best option compared to that damn pink-haired jerk! Why did he have to be born?! Couldn't that damn pink axolotl hair have died in his mother's womb?!
He wanted to scream. He wanted to hit someone (that someone being a certain pink-haired guy named Jay Nakamura). He wanted to kill someone (that someone being Jay Nakamura himself). And he also wanted to cry from anger, sadness, and rage because that idiot—because yes, Jon is an idiot with a capital I— named Jon didn't realize that everything he'd ever wanted had been right in front of his face the whole time.
(And he also wanted to be hugged and cuddled by Jon)
But noooo. Jon had to notice Jay Nakamura and make him his boyfriend.
Damn all the times that pink-haired son of a bitch!?
Breathe.
Inhale.
Exhale.
If Damian wants Jon to be his, he'll have to prove to his Jon that he was better than Jay.
And a Wayne never, ever let go of what's his.
Never.