More Than Friends - The DamiJon Prequel

Stolen Goods

"No he can't." Damian shook his head.

"Why is that?" Bruce raised a brow.

"He's got moves, but lacks the finesse and the discipline." Damian informed him. "He's aggressive."

"Like someone I know." Bruce smirked.

"I am not!" Damian complained.

"I wasn't talking about you, Damian." Bruce's smirk grew as Damian's eyes widened. "I was actually talking about Jason." 

"Jay wanted to teach him how to fire a gun." Dick sighed, in fear. 

"Then that's settled, Jack should avoid him."

"But Jack thinks he's cool..." Dick reasoned. "Jay reminds him of his older brother, from... Raxa... uhm... Raxa-something-"

"Raxagron." Bruce corrected. "We'll just ban Jason from teaching anyone how to fire a gun." He sighed. He think's Todd's cool?! Damian thought to himself as he glared at Jack, who was asleep, cooing. 

"*Sigh* Fine... I'll train him." Damian finally gave up as he sighed.

"Good..." Bruce nodded. 

"I'm going to regret this..." Damian said silently to himself. 

A Month Later...

Damian had spent most of his month patrolling, going to school with Jon and training Jack. During his free time he would have Jack read books, train in combat to improve discipline and stamina, and lessons on 'Human Etiquette'. They would later swap with Jack staying in Jon's house for a week with the Kents, alternating between the two. Today was Saturday, Jack was back in the Mano and had been spending his time reading a book called 'How to interact socially', while Damian had been reading a book to himself, while Jon sat on Damian's bed, playing video games.

"Dami... come on let's play!" Jon urged him.

"Already beat you multiple times, Kent." Damian said, not averting his gaze from the book that he was reading. 

"Aww... come on!" Jon paused the game as he hovered in front of Damian. "Damiiii..." Jon complained.

"What?" Damian asked, coldly.

"Play with me!" Jon requested.

"Do you know how childish you sound?" Damian sighed.

"Come on..." Jon instantly grabbed the book from Damian's hand. 

"Hey! Put the bookmark on it at least!" Damian complained. 

"I thought the great Damian Wayne remembers everything?" Jon raised a brow, teasing.

"Shut it, Jon..." Damian scoffed, as he grabbed the book back, placing a Robin (Dick's robin) bookmark on it as he closed the book and set it down. "Jack!" Damian called to him. Jack was sitting on the other side of the bed, as he read his book. "Jack?" He stood up as he looked over to the other side to find Jack lying on the floor on his stomach, as his cheek was resting on a page of the book, with drool falling on the carpet. "Fell asleep again." Damian shook his head.

"You've been really tiring him for the past week, chill out." Jon advised. 

"Jack." Damian called.

"*Gasp* Huh! Huh?" Jack slowly turned around, as he stared at Damian, who was on the bed. "D-Dami..."

"You fell asleep." Damian spoke in a low, annoyed voice.

"Sorry." Jack said silently.

"Dami, it's 9 at night... give our brother a break." Jon smiled.

"We are not, brothers." Damian scoffed. "Fine. TT. That'll be it for the night."