God, I was so tired. After patrol Jon and I had a lot of time left so we rented a hotel room. We were disguised obviously, if the anyone saw Damian Wayne anywhere it'd be all over the news in a few minutes.
Jon and I didn't really want to be interrupted as we were a bit well......'busy', if you get what I mean.
We didn't tell anybody about our relationship yet, even though we had been dating for almost a year now.
I didn't even need to sneak out. My family all thought the only reason we were so tired in the morning was because of patrol, but if we didn't hang out (aka, go on dates, rent hotel rooms for reasons that are none of your buisness), and other things), we would be home at a much earlier time.
The only problem with us hanging ou- Oh who am I kidding?
The only problem with us having sex was that I was bottom. And Jon liked to go a little too hard sometimes. So in the mornings, I would have to painfully drag my ass out of bed and pretend to be fine when I really just feel like I'd rather die then go through that pain. Yeah, being a bottom sucked. A lot. And I'm not just talking about being bad, I mean bottoms actually had to- You know what? That's probably too much information. Just ignore what I said.
At around 5 am, Jon flew me back to Wayne Mansion and gently put me on my bed.
"Sleep well Dami." He kissed my forehead before leaving.
I have a huge yawn and fell asleep almost immediately.
A/N
Yeah this is really short. If your reading this, rest assured that I will make a part 2. Thought I doubt your reading this, it's crap-
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Damian Wayne oneshots
أدب الهواةJust a bunch of random oneshots about Damian Wayne, the batfam, JonDami and other stuff
