When They Find Out | DamiJon

I'm sorry

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As the days turn into weeks, the once promising hope of autumn's beauty begins to fall and dry up. Making way for winter, the coldest of all the seasons yet the season most spend with their family, friends and lovers. People constantly shopping for gifts and people constantly filled with regret and loss. The first snow drops and the world becomes pure.

.Damian's POV.
It's been a few weeks since we'd started dating. Well less dating and more sneaky meet-ups. It was more of a hassle for Jon though seeing how he had to fly to Gotham. If I'd gone to his house, I'd have to use the teleporter at Young Justice tower that has auto-log history of who goes in and out and even if I found a different way, his dad's Superman. Clark would hear me with super hearing a mile away

My farm boy lover didn't get much excitement. He told me it was quite thrilling sneaking out even though he was a teen superhero who could melt someone's face off. We met up at our secret location, a recently abandoned house almost outside of Gotham. We luckily fixed it up without being detected and now it looks livable. I hear the door creak and look at my raven-haired boy.

I see his face and my heart skips a beat. He runs into me with a kiss. We'd gone on with our normal making out, not touching each other's body until he tugs on my jeans. I looked at him surprised to see him making such a bold move and zip them and take it off. He takes his off too. Now I'm on top of him, grinding our members together (with boxers on) and suddenly he lets out a grunt then his boxers became wet with his liquid. Despite the chilly day, I can't help but feel hot.

I grab him by the waist and pull us closer together. Practically drooling, I give him a rough kiss. I felt his member grow and throb and he places his arm on my shoulder for support. I move to his porcelain neck giving him hickies in noticeable places, I wasn't even thinking straight. His arm got tighter with each mark being made. And his kisses rougher like I was being bruised. Eventually the grip on my shoulder was too tight but I didn't mind the pain too much. It wasn't until I heard a crack did I push him off.

.Jonathan's POV.
He pushed me. But more importantly, I hurt him. I, I didn't mean to. He looked at me worried and I felt my heart sink. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to" I utter in shock. "It's alright it doesn't hurt." He replies nonchalantly. I knew how Damian liked to hide his feelings, even around me, how could I let myself do that?

He stands up to come closer to me but I back away. "It not alright I hurt you." I say on the verge of tears. "Like I said, it's nothing!" He says firmly "How can it be nothing when your arm is bruised?!" I say loudly. "You're making something out of nothing, look I'm fine." He says reassuringly but I didn't buy it.

...

It's been a week since "the incident" and he'd come to my house on weekends when my parents weren't around but we never did anything that involved touching. He wanted to but every time I looked at the bandage on is dislocated arm, I shuddered in thought about that time.

The stress affected my chores and the way I talked to my parents got negatively and they got concerned. One morning at the dinner table I snapped at them yelling about how I wished I didn't have powers, about how I wish could just be normal and I saw the despair in their faces. Why do I always have to screw things up?

*Knock, knock*

My door crept open and I surprisingly see my father. "What's going on?" He says concerned yet pissed. "I know this isn't one of your teen tantrums. You don't usually act like this. What's bothering you?"

I stare at my phone ignoring him. But then look up to see him, figuring he could help me control my powers. I sigh, "being a superhero is awesome and has its many perks but sometimes I just wish I was normal. Though i love it, sometimes it's hard to control my powers and I'm afraid of hurting people."

.Narrator's POV.
Clark tried to sympathize with his son on what to do. He'd watch over Jon learn to control his powers all his life and he thinks he's quite good at it. What could be causing this sudden flux in his power? Over stimulation he thought? Oh.

Clark had realized and Jonathan had realized his father now knew. "Are you in a relationship" he asks his son a bit hesitantly. "Yes" Jon says shakily and slowly. "And how far.. has it gone?" Clark replies "not very, kissing, um, making out, some touching." He replies practically sweating buckets. His cheeks grew hot and red.

"There's really no way I could help other than the lessons on control I already give you." He reassured his son telling him that he could do it and would have to learn himself.

That didn't help Jon at all but he felt at ease. Maybe it was being able to tell his parents about his lover. He didn't feel alone.

.Narrator's POV.
While Jon was facing his own battles, so was Damian. The pain and bruises were obvious and reflected in his fighting. On a mission with Batman he slipped up due to his shoulder and the bad guy got away. The car ride in the bat mobile was quiet until they'd gotten to the cave and he asked Damien what's wrong.

.Damian's POV.
"It's nothing." I tell him annoyed. I'm not annoyed at the question just of the fact that I let a weakness get in the way of my mission. "That's obviously not true", Tim retorts. "Well it's not that big of a deal." I shrug.

"No matter how you feel about it, you're hurt. We're just trying to help you." Bruce adds sympathetically. His (Bruce's) tough and cold demeanour didn't seem to be present in this case. "Was it a fight?" Jason asks. "Just let us see it" Dick pleaded.

No matter what I promised to Jon to keep the secret. That being said telling our parents would be easier. We could practically see each other whenever we want and we wouldn't have to sneak out at 4:00am.

Wait no. I said I would keep it a secret and I will. It's not my fault we live in different cities. "I'm fine father." I say firmly. Dick sighed and Tim started to get closer. Next thing I knew my sleeve went up and you could make out a hand print over the purple, green and blue skin.

I knew it looked bad and anyone could obviously see the worry that flooded the minds of my father and brothers. "It was just from a fight, we fight practically every day" I say trying to convince them. "yeah but we've seen the way you fight, no normal person can get near you." Tim replied.

"Just tell us how'd it happen"l Bruce asserts in a voice not as cold as usual. I suppose he is getting better at being a father. "Like Tim said no one can get near him and hold him down long enough to create a bruise and dislocation to him. At least not anyone human." Jason said with a smirk.

"Who's close enough to- Jonathan." Bruce hisses in an angry tone. "Damian are you insane? You know he could kill you right? Like actually break your bones and kill you?" I avoided his cold, blue gaze. "Go to your rooms" Bruce told the others in a demanding tone. "How could you let him do that to you? I thought you were friends? Friends don't do that." He said. I felt like I was being interrogated.

I couldn't let Bruce continue to have a bad image of Jonathan and tell his father so I-

"Father, we're dating", I blurted out slowly. "He didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.""Oh?", Bruce looks up at me confused.

Regret
Regret
Regret

It wasn't that I was afraid of telling him, or anyone for that matter. Even if father didn't approve it wouldn't stop me from just going to see him. The issue was that Jon wasn't ready to say anything and here I am just spilling our secret.

"You can't tell anyone though.", I tell father. "He doesn't want to tell his parents yet", I assert, trying to get him to understand. "Is he... ashamed of you?" Bruce says in a slightly angry tone.

I've had the same thought for a while but from what I've deducted, "no". "It can be hard telling your parents you're gay." I tell him. "Was it hard to tell me?" He asks. "Nah." I say seeing him smile a bit for a moment.

"I'm glad that you're happy but he's hurting you. Cant you see that?". He demanded. "I've said it's fine and that it was only an accident. What more do you want?" I explain, but he wasn't having it. "It doesn't matter just pretend like you don't know anything. You shouldn't of known in the first place." He looks a bit hurt by my statement but I didn't mind, it was true after all. I get up and leave.
I was done with the conversation.