Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 27

It was late afternoon the day of the Christmas party, though it took place a few days after Christmas since your mom insisted that Christmas be reserved for “family time” which was spent in separate rooms. It consisted of your dad sleeping a lot and your mom cleaning and cooking around the house.

Your parents were working overnight that day however, you did have their permission to host the party, after a lot of convincing you might add.

You, Jon, Damian, and (B/F/N) had decided on the party being a Secret Santa. You drew the names at lunch at school before break. You had drawn (B/F/N) but had bought gifts for everyone, which was simple since you've known her the longest.

You were still trying to figure out how to confront Jon. I mean how does one go about asking one of their best friends if they're a vigilante? You couldn't beside if you wanted to be upfront about it or subtly hint at it.

You tried forming sentences in your mind; “Jon, I found out your Superboy,” or even “I know you're somewhat Kryptonian and that your Superboy.”

All of these were terrible, but surely you could think of something reasonable.

Unfortunately, though you hear a knock on the door before you can do so.

You open sighing, a bit disappointed in yourself.

There Jon stood holding neatly wrapped presents, his bright blue eyes gleaming. You swore there was never a day he frowned or felt down. See him made you really nervous.

“Hiya (N/N)! What've we got to work on before the party?” He asks as you let him in and he puts the presents under the Christmas tree then takes off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger.

Gotham was getting really cold however it was too cold for snow so this Christmas wasn't a white one, instead a rainy and murky one.

Jon wore grey trousers held up by a black belt and a red shirt topped with a blue flannel, which was of course unbuttoned.

You smile at how eager he is to help you, “Actually it's a quite simple task, I've got some cookie dough in the fridge and I need someone to bake it,” you say trying to make up tasks as you go.

Truth be told, everything was already ready. You've been up since 10 preparing.

“Okie dokie artichokie,” Jon says smiling as he walked into the kitchen. You head to the living room to check if everything is in order. Everything is so you just sit on the couch and procrastinate about how you're going to go about doing this.

After a few minutes, Jon joins you in the living room and sits on the couch next to you. “Is there anything else you need done?” Jon asks helpfully. “No, that's it, ” you say shyly. Jon narrows his eyes at you then looks around. “Everything else seems to be in place,” he inquiries as he pushes the bridge of his glasses up. “Y-yeah,” you stutter. “C'mon (N/N) what's wrong? I know very well that you wouldn't call me over just to bake cookies, which I might to add you're amazing at.”

You fiddled with your hands nervously. “Jon, can you take your glasses off?” you ask not looking directly at him. He looked like he was about to say something but paused and did as you asked.

He took off his black-framed glasses to reveal the face of who most people would recognize as Superboy, Superman's sidekick.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Then you spoke up again, “Would you have eventually told me?” You ask feeling a bit taken back. “Of course I would've (N/N). I just wanted to wait, I wanted and still want to keep you, (B/F/N), and Dami safe, ” he smiled at you putting his glasses back on.