Dayfive Stories

"Shivering and pulling his limbs closer to himself, Jon blinked tears into his ratty jeans. He didn't understand Damian, but he did know people did things when they were scared, and they were scared of him, even though he didn't so much as lift a finger against the people he often looked up to, the heroes and heroines of the world. But now? He wished he did. Wished he had taken off into the air and escaped and hidden, safely tucked away in a probably long-forgotten Fortress of Attitude. Damian would come and save him, like he always did." [Whumptober day five]