A Dash of Puberty

Damian

After years of deliberation and hours upon hours of pondering, I've come to a conclusion.

I am very much in fact, gay.

Here I am, after 15 years of existence, pondering over my sexuality while brooding over Gotham.

I've already confirmed this fact a few days ago. Coming out to my family wasn't as hard as I expected. In fact, they were all rather accepting. Father was the first one I told. I came up to him in his lab, took a deep breath and told him, "Father. I'm gay." Father turned to look at me and with his most serious, Batman voice, he responded, "Hi gay, I'm Dad." Apparently, he was unimpressed with my slow realization of my own sexuality and said he already knew years ago. Huh. I suppose a parent's instinct is not to be underestimated. Though I am a little ticked off, it is better than to have him be opposed of it.

Grayson was second. We were in the middle of our occasional sparring session (I was totally winning) when I casually slipped in "Oh by the way Grayson, did I mention I'm gay?" He was so surprised that he lost his footing and fell flat in his face. I would've laughed if I wasn't too nervous about his response. (Okay, I might have laughed a little, just a bit.) He got up, sat with his head in his hands and started muttering to himself. "All this time... I just thought he wasn't interested in girls yet... he never showed any signs... or is it I'm not a good brother... but how..." It took about 5 minutes before he stood up and hugged me. After years being his partner, I got used to it. Somewhat. "It's kinda hard to sink in for me right now Little D, but I totally accept that's a part of you and you're still my baby brother." "tt" I was never good with words, but Grayson knew that anyway.

Drake found out by accident. It just slipped out when we playing Need for Speed. Drake was complaining how the road was as straight as he was (he had been very open about his relationship with Kon) when I muttered "Same." Drake actually dropped his controller and just looked at me for a really long time. Alfred, who always had impeccable timing, chimed in, "Called it."

I have yet to tell Todd, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Though with his personality, I doubt I'll have any trouble with him.

And now here we are. On a cool crisp night here in Gotham. It had occurred to me that while I don't see eye to eye with them most of the time, they still cared and accepted me. It was vastly different from the years spent in the League.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the flutter of a familiar red cape as the owner slid down next to me. "You have this faraway look on your face. What's up?"

Jonathan Kent, Superboy, Boy Wonder (wait that's me, well, Robin anyway) whatever his name is. I suppose I can consider him my best friend. We have been working together for 2 years now. But what was he doing in Gotham?

A puzzled look crossed my features. "Why aren't you in Metropolis?" He shrugged. "Dad had some things to discuss with Batman. I tagged along. It's not a school night so Mom let me come with."

I nodded took a moment to really look at him. We're almost the same height now (growth spurt, thank you puberty) and he's still paler than I am despite his constant flying. His hair was shorter and he still hardly ever uses gel. Baby fat was still somewhat present on his face but he still looks attractive.

....what? Okay fine. I admit it. I have... feelings... for Jon Kent. He's the reason I realized I'm gay. Go ahead and laugh. Ha ha. Having a crush on a 12 year-old? Gross right? I knew I shouldn't have feelings for the boy. Him being my partner is fine. I've seen Starfire and Grayson fighting side by side. There's no hindering their skills. In fact, they seem to work better together. No, it's the fact that he's still a child. He's too innocent and pure for... well... some of the things I dreamt about. Like how soft his lips would feel against mine, how he'd moan when I'd kiss his neck, traveling down... Woah there. Let's stop it right now before it gets worse.

I shook my head once and Jon, being the concerned friend he is, look worried. "You okay, Damian?" I steeled my expression. "I'm fine, Kent. Come on, might as well go on patrol." Jon looks unconvinced, but didn't press me for answers. "Alright then. Want a lift?" he smirked.

I huffed. "Rest assured. I can move around by myself, Superboy." I shoved these feelings into a box and locked it. Maybe when he was older... no. I'll think about that later. Right now, I'd rather spend the night fighting crime with my best friend than deliberate on this one-sided crush on said best friend.

Jon grinned and for a second my heart stopped. I scowled internally. Bad Damian. "Suit yourself. Let's go." He took off and I had to take a moment to slow my heartbeat and went after him. It's a good thing his 'heart-beat hearing powers' haven't surfaced yet.