More Than Anything - The DamiJon Sequel

Shattered

-Trigger Warning-

15 minutes earlier.

Jon opened the door to head outside. He opened the door discretely and hovered so no one can hear him. He flew down the stairs and listened in for anyone in the Manor. He heard no-one but Alfred in the kitchen, who was working his magic for dinner. He used his x-ray vision to see that Alfred was extremely busy and would not head out any time soon. He flew down to the cave and went to the armory, where weapons were kept. He went to a special chamber, and was faced by a door. He logged in using Damian's passcode as he knew it from when Damian overworked himself from trying to find Jack. The door hissed open and what stood in front him was a casing, lined with lead as he couldn't see through it. A light shone, on the casing as he approached it. He carefully opened it, green rays of light hit Jon, he felt weakened as he began to feel dizzy. He closed it and took it with him as he flew his way up the stairs and carefully their room once again. He then took Damian's mask with him as he went into the bathroom, closing the door, but forgetting to lock it. He went to the bathtub and opened the taps, filling it with water. With Damian's mask on his left hand and the small lead lined casing on other, he sat on the tub. He carefully opened the lead casing revealing the kryptonite batarang. Mr. Wayne always had contingencies... Jon thought to himself. He started to feel the effects as he slowly groaned in pain as he picked the Batarang up. He held it in his hand, the water was now up to his stomach as when he moved, water splash on the ground. He looked at Damian's mask that was floating on the water. His eyes swelled as he began to cry again. He looked at the batarang.

"I don't want to live... If I can't be with you..." Jon sadly admitted. "I'm sorry Dami... I'm so sorry." He cried. as he hovered the pointy end of the batarang and hovered it just under his wrist. He bit his lip as he started to rake it across his skin. The thick blood leaked out as it started to drip onto the water. He whined, and groaned as tears raced down his eyes. He cut across a major artery and his wrist began to bleed profusely. He started to do it on his other arm, pressing down on his skin. "Hnngn..." Jon whimpered as the pain grew even more intense. He stopped, both wrists were bleeding as the blood mixed with the water. He leaned back, his head resting on one end of the tub. "I'm so sorry... It hurts too much... I-I can't anymore..." He whimpered out, closing his eyes. "I want it to be over..." He breathed out as he fell unconscious.

10 minutes later. 

"JON!" Jack yelled out as he ran towards him, splashing water everywhere. "JON!" He quickly knelt beside. Jon was already pale, and cold to the touch. Jack noticed the cuts on his wrists. "No..." He said, his eyes filling with dread. He quickly ran out and pressed on the intercom by the room door. "ALFRED!" he yelled out.

"Yes, Master Jack?" Alfred replied.

"I need you to prep the medical bay!" Jack said. "With two stretchers please!" 

"Might I inquire as to why sir?" Alfred asked.

"It's Jon."

"My word, is he alright?"

"No. Where's Clark and Bruce?"

"Watchtower sir."

"Please do as I ask quickly, then call them both!" Jack simply yelled out. He quickly ran back to the bathroom, he closed the tap and carried the soaked Superboy in his arms and started to quickly run outside, water dripping, wetting the floor. "Oh, Jon... why?" Jack asked as he ran down the stairs. "Fuck... Jon, oh bud... I'm sorry..." Jack said to himself, as he ran down the stairs entering the cave. He ran towards the medical bay, where Alfred was preparing two stretchers. Alfred looked to see Jon on Jack's arms as he raced towards him.

"My God." Alfred gasped. "Master Jon!" Jack arrived, and quickly placed Jon's body on the stretcher. He pulled his scanner out and hovered it above Jon's chest.