Unwanted

27

                                (A Year Later)

Jon watched as Damian hummed gently as he painted with watercolors. He was trying to get the essence of Jason Todd just right. It was mostly red, but it was a perfect. It screamed Red Hood.

"Hey Dami," Jon called to the tinnier male. "How was the talk with Collin?"

"The one about him moving?" Damian asked back not even fazed by the question.

"Yeah."

"He was excited and scared," Damian smiled softly. "He was so happy that he was picked. But scared that once Agony came out to them he would be shipped back. I told him to tell them. Say that he was a Meta and that he only wanted to help people." Job nodded at that. "He also confessed."

"Finally?" Jon laughed sadly. "It took him long enough." He was crushed. Because he wanted to be the first one.

"I told him no," Damian sighed softly. "It wouldn't have worked out. I do love him, but only as a sibling. I like someone else." Jon perked at this. Then promptly stopped in wonder as him crush/best friend looked at him amused.

   "Do I know them?" Jon asked trying to hold his hope back.

   "Oh you know," Damian waved his hand in a circular motion, that he could have only learned from Dick Grayson. "Dark Hair, blue eyes, half alien. His initials make my Papa laugh his head off, because they literally spell, JK."

   Jon didn't wait a second. Mindful of the painting his crushed his mouth to Damian's. He waited a whole year for this. Yes they were young. No way were they going to go farther then first base, which Jon was sure was just kissing, holding hands, and hanging out. At least that's what Jason described it as when he asked.

   The kiss was sweet, more of a press of lips together then an actual kiss. But to them it was perfect.

   Beep....Beep....Beep....Beep....Beep....