vulnerable

chapter 3: "helpless"

Fuck. Damian cursed as his back fell hard onto the floor of the training room. Dammit. Gritting his teeth at the young half kryptonian boy who managed to get a hit on him. His skin crawled knowing that his form was sloppy today. He never let Jon make him land on the floor; it made his skin itch.

"Hey I got you! Who's a better fighter n--"

Swiftly Damian leaped over behind him rapidly sliding his legs across Jon's ankles causing him to lose his balance, falling to his back. The pain of surprise hit him hard, "You could've at least let me have my moment--." Jon's breath hitched when he felt Damian's katana under his chin.

"Next time don't think one hit means success until fully knowing your opponent can't get up anymore," placing his katana back into his holster adding a sharp clean clash that came from it.

"You seem extra cranky today."

Damian ignored Jon's remark who was rubbing the back of his head. He moved towards the transmitter in the corner of the room. Though he had to admit he was extra irritated today. Today was the day of the mission. The day where he would see Raven again after kissing her or more after like making an idiot out of himself. Not once has he seen her around the tower, for anything. Then again not like he could blame her for avoiding him, he did after all put her in an unwanting situation.

"Dude what's up with you?."

"Nothing." turning his back towards him not wanting to reveal the real reason he's...off.

"So nothing between you and Raven happened last night."

Snapping his body towards Jon with a bigass dumb grin plastered on his face acting as if he just solved a world's case.

How could he possibly know? Goddammit superhearing. His eyes widen feeling his palms become cold just thinking if Jon actually heard what happened. Wait--did that mean he heard everything?

"Shut up. You should've been asleep, what the hell were you doing eavesdropping on us Jon." Heat was raising up his body clenching his fist trying to resist the urge to take that smile away from him.

"To be fair I'm hurt that you didn't me right away! Second, I wasn't eavesdropping I can actually control who I want to hear. But I saw you leave her room -- you seemed like you did something....something you regretted. You kissed her didn't you."

Even though Jon was dense at times he was good at assuming. He was right. He did regret it, not because it wasn't good, but that it felt so damn good that made him feel guilty. "Yea so what? Doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter!?" Jon mocked Damian's words "Dude that whole thing matters. I always thought you were allergic to having emotions. Now seeing you finally telling Raven how you feel man I gotta say you really got balls if that's one way you express your feelings for her." his eyebrow rose up knowing full well that he was referring to the kiss.

But something else struck him when Jon was talking, 'Now seeing you finally telling Raven how you feel.'

Fuck.

He didn't tell Raven how he felt instead of actually telling her what he feels for her, he let his actions take over him. Gods how can he be so stupid. Now that definitely didn't help him in this situation. She probably thinks that he just did it for his own guilty pleasure. He could partially feel his entire soul leave his body making him feel, dare he say....like Jason. Who was always toying with girls emotions so he could get laid. He felt disgusted.

Didn't help any better when Jon was noticing Damian's mood change, "Don't tell me that you ended up just kissing her instead of actually telling her!" Jon really was an expert at assuming correctly. And assuming correctly that Damian hated. "You're going to have to tell her today. If you don't, you just became Jason."