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Scars, Is All I Have

Summary: Damian had scars. It was a well known fact. But sometimes, he really didn't like them.

OR

Damian is really insecure about his scars and Jon helps him understand that he's beautiful.

Damian had scars. It was a well known fact among those who knew him from his second life, just like everyone else. He had gained those scars through training, patrol and his time with the league of assassins.

When Damian had been younger, and ignorant to the world, he had thought that those scars were something to be proud of. Something that people should admire and feel inadequate for not having. So, he had trained and trained to make sure people would grow to admire him, admire his scars. Looking back on it, Damian wishes he could tell his younger self not to do it.

When he had come to his father he thought people would see his scars and respect him. Instead they pitied him. Told him that no man or child should have as many scars as he does if any at all. He shunned them for it, and wouldn't believe them. But as time went on, he started believing it

The feeling grew even bigger when he went to school and when people started staring. Staring as scars littered everywhere. He heard their whispers, what they thought of his family. He had been outraged but he soon came to the realisation that they might be right.

Some had called him brave for having those scars. Some had called his scars ugly. He didn't care, not really. Not since he was taken in by his father and started learning that everything he had ever been taught had been wrong.

When he had started dating Jon that feeling of worthlessness had grown even bigger. Girls and boys with smooth skin and without a scar in sight would come up to flirt with him every day and when Jon politely rejected them they would turn to glare at him and would whisper under their breath on why he would want a freak with scars.

Jon had told him multiple times that he was beautiful. Sometimes he would do it while giving him a flower and others when they were just laying down on the bed doing nothing. However, no matter how many times Jon had told him that he loved him he never believed him.

But this time? Jon was going to make him believe it.

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Jon knew his boyfriend was insecure about his scars, everyone knew, and no matter how many times Jon told him that he loved him, Damian wouldn't believe him. Not anymore however, cause this time he has a foolproof plan that's sure to work.

He had planned this out perfectly, Damian's paranoia and training getting to him.

He had managed to find the perfect day for just him and Damian and making sure that there would be no interruptions. It had led to a bunch of awkward conversations with his family but thankfully none have tried to attack him severely.

And now, after months of plotting and planning, he finally was alone with his boyfriend, on his bed with no one else in the Manor. Including Alfred.

His plan had been simple. Compliment Damian about every little scar he had until Damian was a blushy, stuttery mess so he wouldn't be able to deny those allegations.

His touches had been innocent at first and Damian had been oblivious. But then he had sped things up along.

It had started with the occasional brush of his lips against Damian's neck and the odd ‘I love you’ here and there. But soon it had become aggressive making out and soon both boys shirts were off.

“J-Jon.” Damian gasped, arching up when Jon bit his neck.

“So beautiful Dami. So beautiful.” Jon whispered, before going right back into his neck and sucking several marks there.