More Than Anything - The DamiJon Sequel

An Unearthly Anomaly

"Well well well..." Damian bent down to the bleeding Damian. "This was easier than I anticipated... You're weak."

"Wh-where did you come from?" Damian asked him, weakly.

"Well... Earth 6666." he smirked. He then stepped on Damian's back wound.

"Argh! ARGH!" Damian yelled in pain as the impostor increased the pressure. "AARGH!" he continued to yell in agony.

*BWWWOOOOOM*

A sudden boom tube appeared behind Damian, surprising both the impostor and Jakalher. An angry Orothos appeared as he leaped and jumped kicked both out of the way.

"Get. Away." Jack threatened as he knelt to his wounded brother. "So you both are the source of the temporal energy I've been detecting... Jumping from one universe to another." He took an explosive Batarang from his belt and threw it in front of the other versions of them both. The batarang exploded, blinding both Damian and Jakalher. As the smoke cleared, they looked in front of them to see both Damian and Jack were gone.

"Damn it." Damian yelled in frustration. "This is a different Earth... we need to tread carefully." Jakalher nodded in agreement as they both grappled upwards into the night sky.

The Fortress of Attitude.

"Damian?" Jack asked him as he guided him towards a stretcher. "I've got you..."

"He-he was me..." Damian groaned weakly. "Ughnn... Hgnn..." Damian groaned as he lied on the stretcher, Jack took his cowl off.

"Hang on." Jack quickly ran to get medical tools and Damian's blood bag. "You've lost so much blood." he said as he ripped Damian's uniform revealing the gunshot wound on his torso. He started to gauze both wounds on his back and front.

"Argh!" Damian grunted as Jack started to clean and gauze the wound. "Argh! Hgnn..." 

"Sorry..." Jack apologized. "A.L.F.R.E.D." he called out to the Alfred AI.

"Yes, Master Jack?" A.L.F.R.E.D replied. He sounded similar to the real Alfred who died two years ago due to natural causes. But this was more a robotic version.

"Call, Jon." Jack commanded as ringing began as Jon was being called.

"Jack? What's up?" Jon answered.

"Argh!" Damian grunted in pain as Jack accidentally touched the wound too hard.

"Sorry." Jack apologized.

"Was that Dami?" Jon asked, worryingly. "What happened?!" 

"He got shot." Jack informed him as he prepared the sewing equipment. "Come here. Now." Jon immediately hung up.

"Jack." Damian held his hand. "Use the recuperation cream."

"What?" Jack raised a brow, concerned. "That'll hurt..."

"I used it before... remember my chest wound? The brand?" He groaned out. "I-I can take it..."

"You sure?" 

"Yes." Damian nodded. "Do it!" Jack immediately turned to the trolley and took out the cream that he synthesized. 

"Remember... you'll heal... but you feel a fraction of what I feel when I recuperate... hence the name." Jack warned.

"Do it!" Damian nodded as he continued to groan. Jack took the lid off and applied the cream on Damian's entry and exit wound. Within moment Damian started to squirm and yell in agony. "AAARGH!" Damian yelled. Jack immediately held his hand. Damian gripped his hand. "AAARGH!!!"