Young Justice, Batbrothers and general D.C one-shots

Injured (Damion)

Damian is 17, Jon is 16, this was picked out by my friend from a list of prompts.

Please remember you can give me recommendations, I will write them, my friend is getting sick of me asking her for prompts. I also have a couple autumn/halloween prompts from last year in my notebook I plan on getting published and soon as I can get them typed up.

Damian groaned, clutching his left side with one hand and pulling his robin mask off with the other as he stumbled into the batcave after his patrol with Jon. He caught a glimpse of Tim out cold in a chair by the computer and figured Alfred was asleep which meant he was the only one awake in the manor as Dick was with Wally in Bludhaven, Jason was out god knows where doing god knows what with Roy and Kori and Bruce was off world with league business.

Deciding he did not want to bother and ask for help, Damian walked over to the medical cabinet, still clutching his side and searched for bandages. Once he grabbed them he quickly and carefully pulled off his robin shirt, wincing when he put his arms up as he pulled off his shirt. He quickly bandaged the cut, neglecting to disinfect it or anything. It would be fine, he didn't think the cut was deep enough for stitches and it would heal quick enough on its own. Unfortunately he was very, very wrong.

Damian climbed the stairs out of the cave and up to his room. He changed into one of Jons too big shirts which Damian had stolen, and a pair of sweatpants before crawling into bed and falling unconscious instantly.

The next day Damian awoke to bright sun shining through his window, which was odd, normally the sun was just coming up when he woke up. He rolled over to look at his clock on his bedside table read '12:32'. His eyes widened in shock. He never slept this late! He immediately shot up to get out of bed, but a burning pain shot through his side, causing him to groan and place a hand there.

"That's going to be a problem." he groaned as he slowly got out of bed this time. He made his way to the kitchen Alfred, the cat, following him. When he walked in Alfred, the human, was there cleaning.

"Ah master Damian, good that you're awake, I believe master Tim left some breakfast for you." Alfred said when he saw Damian walk in.

"Good morning. Why was I not woken earlier?" Damian asked.

"You got back so late and were sleeping so deeply I figured you needed the sleep." Alfred told him. Damian nodded as the doorbell rang and he sat at a stool. Alfred set the rag he was using down and went to answer the door. Moments later he returned with Jon in tow.

"I believe you have a visitor, master Damian." Alfred said, before leaving the room, taking a bag of presumably Jons off with him. Damian looked over his shoulder and saw Jon, he had completely forgotten Jon was coming over today to spend the weekend with him while his dad was off world and his mom was busy with work.

"Hi baby." Jon said, hugging Damian from behind, kissing the back of his head. Damian flinched slightly when Jons arm passed over the wound but smiled.

"Hello love." Damian hummed, turning his head and leaning slightly to his right to look at Jon and gave him a kiss.

"How much sleep did you get after patrol last night?" Jon asked, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over Damians cheek, looking at the dark bags under his green eyes.

"I have no idea, probably very little though." Damian admitted, leaning into Jons touch, letting himself feel vulnerable for a moment. Jon frowned and spun Damian around on the stool to face him, settling his hands on Damians waist. He didn't miss the way Damian flinched slightly when his hand brushed Damians left side. Damian leaned even more into the embrace, wrapping his arms under Jons and gripping the back of his hoodie.