Jondami week 2019 {Damijon!} ~One-shots~

Day 5: Our First Date(?)

Prompt: Young Love
Synopsis: Damian asked Jon out for the nth time, just a friendly hang out of course, but with the way Damian's been acting? Jon's starting to question if its more than just a hang out.

"Mmmn...." Jon hummed, rocking back forth in his seat, patting his red sneakers on the dirt path of the park, waiting impatiently for his best friend. "Where is he?" He said, letting out a sigh, lowering his gaze to look at his watch. "Damian was 2 minutes late. Damian's never late." Jon thought to himself

"Right here, Kent." An all too familiar voice called out, shaking Jon from his thoughts.

"Dami!" Jon called out, rising to his feet and lunging at the boy.

"Wait, Kent don'-" but it was too late, just had already wrapped his older but shorter friend in a warm embrace, almost immediatelt feeling something get squished between them. Jon let go.

"Well." Damian began, letting out an exasperated sigh. "That's 3 hours of work I'll never get back." Damian said, the once confident smirk that graced his face now gone as he stared down at the crushed box.

"Haha.. whoops?" Jon said, rubbing his nape and smiling awkwardly. "What's.. what's in the box?" Jon said with a nervous giggle.

"TT. Well, it was a chocolate cake." Damian said before letting out a sigh.

"Oooh! Cake!" Jon beamed, a wide smile on his lips before he paused.

"Wait, its not my birthday till.." Jon paused and began counting on his fingers, looking up in thought. "6 months!" Jon exclaimed. "What's the occasion?" Jon asked.

Damian simply shrugged, before his eyes rose to meet Jon's. Steely emeralds meeting soothing sapphires. Jon felt the faintest hint of a blush creep onto his face, his breath getting caught in his throat. He couldn't understand why... he and Damian have locked eyes before.. but today.. Damian seemed different. His eyes felt different, not cold nor unfeeling but... softer.. warmer.. more.. endearing.

"No matter," Damian began, what one could only hope was a smile rested on his face, before he turned around. His shoes hitting the grassy soil of the park.

"Wait, dami! Where are you going?" Jon called out, catching up to his best friend.

"Follow, Kent. We're going to eat the cake-" Damian's voice paused before he looked down at the mashed up mess in the box he was carrying "or at least what's left of it."

Damian led Jon to a secluded part of the park, the boys passing through an uphill tree arch which dimmed the sunlight, fire flies flying around them creating an almost breath taking display that Damian may or may not have had to bribe Poison Ivy and Zatanna to create.

Damian paused, to take in the scenery. Content with his handiwork, looking over his shoulder to see what ever impossibly adorable reaction Jon be having.

"Ughh... Damian.. are we almost there? My feet hurt." Jon complained, letting out a groan.

Not exactly the reaction Damian had in mind.. but still cute nonetheless.

"TT. Not much further, hayseed." Damian smirked. "What? You want me to carry you?" Damian said, jokingly.

"As a matter of fact.." Jon's voice trailed off, playing along before he felt his feet being swept up under him.

"Woahhhh!" Jon said, taken by surprise. Damian had lifted him off his feet, one hand under the boy's knees and the other at his torso pulling him in close, miraculously still balancing the cake box.

"D-d-dami..?" Jon asked, his voice shakey. He never expected Damian to actually do it. He looked up at Damian, a questioning look on his face, a tinge of pink on his cheeks.