Just Don't Ask {Damijon!}

Chapter 8: Answers

!SMUT WARNING!
-BEWARE OF POSSIBLE CRINGE-

Damian Wayne swung through the open window of his bedroom, landing softly on the wooden floor. Jon followed suit, flying through the window.

"Are you sure Mr. Wayne will be ok with us having a sleep over?" Jon asked, turning back to the window and closing it shut.

"Positive." Damian said, dropping his cloak to the floor and making his way to the bathroom.

"I mean- if you're sure.. then, I guess its ok but what are we supposed to do?" Jon asked

Damian paused in his tracks just as he was about to enter his bathroom.

"Seriously?" He asked, turning back at Jon. "Second door to the left. Open it" Damian said with a smile before entering the bathroom and closing it shut.

"Second door to the- AW YEAH!" Jon squealed as he opened the door to Damian's game room, running inside.

"Finjustice: Cods among us, Mortal Wombat, and-" Jon gasped in disbelief "MONK-E MONSTERS 2! This one isn't even out yet!" Jon squealed, bending down to one knee on the soft carpeted floor, looking at the game's box.

"Father's a good friend of the company's CEO" Damian said, walking into the room wearing a plain white T-shirt, black and grey basketball shorts and plain black socks. "Make yourself at home, Kent" he said, as his face contorted into what one could hope was a smile.

"Eeeeeiii!" Jon squealed, turning the game on and grabbing a controller before plopping down on the leather couch.

Damian shook his head and smiled walking towards the intercom in the room next to the door , he loved seeing how happy Jon was.

"Pennyworth." He spoke into the intercom.

"Yes, master Damian?" Alfred called back.

"Two large bowls of popcorn, extra butter, two grapw sodas and an extra large bowl of double-double chocolate-chcolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles on the bottom and top." He told the butler.

"Might I advice against butter, sir. Far too many calories for you and young master Kent."

"Let's live a little tonight, Pennyworth-" Damian was about to let go of the button when he realized what the butler just said.

"How did you know Jon was with me?" He asked

"The ice cream, sir." Alfred answered and Damian could almost see the smirk the old butler had on his face as

"Pennyworth will be bringing up some refreshments for us in a few minutes." Damian said, plopping down next to Jon who was currently beating the boss of the first level.

"Uhu..." Jon said, sticking tongue out slightly and furrowing his brows. Barely hearing what Damian just said.

"You know that game has multiplayer right?" Damian said, as Jon dropped his controller, it landing on his lap.

"Jon?" Damian asked, raising a brow at the boy who currently had his mouth agape.

"LET'S PLAY!" Jon demanded, getting off the couch at superspeed and handing Damian the controller.

"Oof-" Damian went, Jon's speed knocked some wind out of him.

"Sheesh, alright already. I'll do a few rounds with you." Damian said, a small smile on his face as Jon squealed with excitement.

The pair played two rounds with Damian winning both rather easily before Alfred showed up.

"Master Damian!" He called out as he entered the game room, seeing the two boys sitting on the couch. Setting the two trays down on the intricately designed coffee table the boys were using as a foot stool.