✓ | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, daminette

vii. 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬

this is the second last chapter. I'm so sad. on a completely different note, so sorry for the delay in this, my school is actually killing me. unfortunately, i couldn't find any quotes to suit this chapter so sorry about that. because this is a bonus, this is very short, but thank you for the comments on the last chapter!

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— GAH!" JON YELLED, slapping his hands over his eyes. "My eyes. They're permanently scarred."

He ran through the halls of the Manor screeching like a maniac.

"My eyes," he screamed dramatically. "They're destroyed, they can't be used ever-"

"Jeez, Jon," Jason said, rubbing his ears. "Shut up and tell me what happened."

Jon uncovered his eyes, and shot Jason a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look. "Jason, make up your mind. Either I shut up or I'll tell you what happened."

Jason scoffed from his place on the sofa. He, along with most of the Waynes, was lounging on it, playing a game of cards with Dick.

"Just tell us, Jon." Tim said, leaning forward curiously.

Jon shuddered, not wanting to relive that ever again. "I walked in on Damian and Marinette," he swallowed thickly. "Kissing."

When he said that, Jon was expecting a lot of sympathetic looks.

Instead, he only got one (one!) sympathetic look, one horrified one for whatever reasons and everyone else burst out laughing.

Flopping dramatically in the air, Jon whined loudly. "It's not funny! You guys shouldn't be laughing!"

"Yeah, it's not funny," said Tim who was wheezing. "It's hilarious."

Jon groaned as everyone's laughter was renewed.

He was pretending to be dead, mentally scarred from this experience when Dick paused - and he was one of the loudest laughers. "Hey, B, what's wrong?"

Jon's eyes snapped open, his gaze directing on to Bruce. Said man had a horrified expression on his face.

Suddenly, Bruce dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

"Bruce?" Tim asked. "What's up?"

"I forgot to give Damian the Talk™." He said, but it was muffled, so no one really understood it.

Jon, on the other hand, understood it perfectly, and now he was the one laughing his ass off. He tumbled from the air and crashed onto the floor, wheezing.

"What-" Tim asked, but Jon answered before he could even finish.

"Bruce forgot to give Damian-" he clutched his stomach, rolling over back and forth. "The Talk™."

Everyone fell silent.

"What?" Jason screeched. He poked a finger in Bruce's chest. "You gave me the Talk™ when I was thirteen, and I still haven't recovered from that. How did you forget Demon-Spawn?"

"I don't know," Bruce whined, sorry, groaned. "And I have to do it now."

Jon grinned at him. "Have fun."

Bruce sighed, probably mourning his fate.

7 minutes and 34 seconds later, everyone cackled when they heard a multitude of tiny thuds in the wall connecting the study and the living room.

"Those are the knives," Jason said, smirking.

Jon leaned back, crossing his hands behind his head. "Next will come the-"

A high-pitched, loud voice was heard.

"Screeching." Jon finished.

"And finally," Dick said dramatically. "He will leave."

Right on time, the doors to the study slammed open and Damian strode out of the room, his face red.

Everyone stifled their snickers and Damian whirled around, glaring at them heatedly. "You knew about this?" he hissed.

Jason smirked at him. "Relax Demon-spawn, at least you got it at 17. I got it at 13. Dickie Bird got it at 14. Timmy got it at 15. Be thankful you haven't gotten scarred as badly as us."

Damian, evidently not appeased, snarled at them and stomped off.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Bruce came out of the room and everyone burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

Marinette looked up as Damian slammed the door to the room open, seething.

"What happened to you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Damian growled and slumped onto the bed, next to her. "Father happened."

Marinette stared at him, her eyebrow still raised.

Huffing Damian said, "He gave me the Talk™."

Blinking, Marinette paused in her stitching so she didn't poke her finger. "What?"

"The Talk™." Damian repeated, evidently not happy about it. "It was awkward."

"And I assume it involved a lot of knives?" Marinette's eyes were directed to the absence of the knives, usually with Damian.

Damian shrugged unconcernedly. "Father's study has a new decor."