Trigger warning ish: I dropped a couple of F-bombs
It was a normal Friday evening at the Kent household. Mr and mrs kent had gone on their weekly date night as usual. Jon was in his room working on his usual algebra homework, listening to music through ear buds.
"i know it's no fun when you're first son gets up to no good... starts freaking out the neighborhood." Jon mumbled the lyrics to the song that was playing, tapping his pencil along to the beat.
Before Jon could move onto the next verse of the song, he was interrupted by a knock from his window. Normally he'd jump up, but the person who was knocking had done it so much, it was already part of his routine.
Jon paused his music and made his way towards the window, opening it up to allow the knocker inside.
"Dick for the last time, use the door like a normal person. I don't think the roof can handle anymore of you." Jon joked.
"Just send the bill to Bruce, I'm pretty sure he'll cover it." Dick chuckled.
There was silence in the air for a couple of moments. In those minutes, Dick's mind was figuring out how he was going to tell Jon the reason behind his visit. Most of the time Dick had visited Jon was to make sure he was doing good, both emotionally and academically, something he had promised his brother he'd do.
"Is something up? You'd usually bombarded me with questions right about now." Jon said, breaking the silence between them.
"It's Damian."
Hearing the name made Jon freeze.
"What about him?" Jon spoke through clench teeth, an attempt at keeping his temper down.
"He's back."
"Oh." Was all that Jon was able to say. Both boys could feel the tension in the room.
"I- I should get going. I'll see you soon Jon." Dick said as he made his way back out the window.
"Bye." Jon whispered, closing the window behind him.
Jon was now left alone with his thoughts accompanying him . He searched for words, trying to find out how he felt about the fact that Damian was back.
Happy? No he could never be happy at that, especially after all the hell Damian had put him through.
Relieved? Somewhat, Damian is alive and that should be good news to Bruce.
Infuriated- Jon was infuriated! How could he not be? Its not like Damian had left him for four years on his own, without contacting him whatsoever.
Jon punched his wall in frustration, wanting to get rid of some of his anger. Just as he thought he had finally forgotten about Damian, now all he could think about was him. Before he knew it, the tears were streaming out of his eyes.
Four years, Four years! Damian had left Jon without an explanation for four years. Four years filled with days where Jon could only blame himself for the disappearance of his best friend, days where was filled with hatred towards him; four years of hell. And now- and now he's back; Jon couldn't come to terms with how he should react to that. Part of him wished he had stayed gone forever.
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All Jon did was ignore any signs of Damian as possible and try his best to make any excuse to not see him. Wether it was saying he needed to study for a test or mentioning that he already had plans, Jon was destined to not see Damian. Although he dreaded the idea, Jon knew that he'd have to face him some day:Look straight at the person who he hated the most.
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The knock on the window sounded a bit different that night , but nonetheless, Jon wasn't scared nor shocked by it. He knew who it was because who else would knock on his window. He continued sit on his bed and read his book, waiting for Dick to stumble through the window.
"For the last time Dick: go through the door like a normal person." Jon said shutting his book and looking up. His mouth dropped as he realized who the knocker really was.
"Do I look like Dick?" Damian asked.
"No but you sure as hell act like one!" Jon snapped throwing his book at him; he was so angry, he wasn't even considering his own actions.
"What's your problem?" Damian asked once more, confused to why Jon was acting the way he was.
"What's my problem?! Did you really just ask what my problem is?! I don't know Damian you just walked into my room after you fucking left me without explaining for four years- FOUR YEARS DAMIAN!" Jon yelled. He got up from his bed, his fist clenched with anger.
"Is that all?" Damian responded.
"Is that all? Of course it's not all. You know exactly what else is my problem." Jon spat.
"I have an idea but I don't know if it is correct. Would you mind telling me instead of having me assume?" Damian claimed.
"Really?! You're going to play that game!"
"Oh jon I truly have no idea what else might be your problem. I am playing no game. Please do tell me." Damian smirked.
"YOU LEFT WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME WHY OR GIVING ME A NOTICE THAT YOU WERE LEAVING AND THEN- THEN YOU KISSED ME BEFORE YOU LEFT AND THAT WAS A REALLY FUCKED UP THING TO DO!" Jon couldn't hold in his anger anymore, all of his emotions that had built up during the four years had finally came out.
"Why was my kiss to you such a bad thing?" Damian asked.
"Because you made me feel like it was my fault you left. For the past 1,460 days I have had to live with the guilt that you left because of me. Do you know what that does to a person?!" Jon scoffed.
"It makes them yell at their best friend." Damian walked closer to Jon to the point where he could feel his breath.
"Best- best friend! Over my dead body. Why would I ever want to be friends with such an inconsiderate,selfish, piece of shi-" Jon was cut off by Damian finger shushing him. Slowly, Damian's lips made their way to Jon's. Both boys began to melt into the kiss. Before anything else could happen, Jon pulled away and pushed Damian back.
"No! You can't do that! You can't- you can't just kiss me and try to erase all the pain you caused me!" Jon sobbed, tears were streaming down his face.
Damian walked back towards Jon and wrapped his arms around him.Jon was in such a state, he couldn't even protest against the hug; instead he nuzzled his head against Damian's shoulder, which muffled his sobs. Damian shushed him and rocked the both of them, in attempt to comfort and calm down Jon.
"Y-you left me." Jon stuttered out
"Shh, I'm here now and I'm not going to leave ever again." Damian said truthfully.
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Writing a decent oneshot?? Never heard of her. I didn't really know how to end this ahh I'm sorry. This idea was inspired by @/damialghul 's request (super extremely sorry for not doing it justice).
aLso PSA this might be my last oneshot for the next couple of weeks due to the fact that I have 4 exams, 2 projects, and a trip to mexico so I'll be pretty busy. I literally feel like trina from falsettos during "I'm breaking down". I'll try updating on the weekends but if that doesn't work I'll be back in may. I'll most likely be updating "pen pals" because Its easier for me to write the letters than it is for me to write a oneshot- and woah I'm rambling.
- sincerely,
