Balancing the Relationship
For @jondami-week Day 2: High School | truth or dare | jealous
Two boyfriends and a Cat. How does one go about ensuring there is no jealously? No Hard feelings? That's what Damian attempts to find out.
“Are you going to give my cat back any time soon, Jonathan?” Damian asked from the doorway.
Jon glanced up from where he was stroking Alfred the Cat and watching TV. The pet was purring contentedly and his head was petted softly - in just the way he liked it. His eyes were closed halfway, another sign of bliss, and he gently swatted at Jon’s leg.
“I don’t know,” Jon said, “He’s awfully comfortable right now, and I’d hate to move him.”
Damian raised a single eyebrow towards his boyfriend, but then sighed and walked out of the room. Jon had a point, Alfred the Cat was a noble animal who deserved whatever attention he could get. Damian had told Jon the same thing multiple times before.
“Let’s go, Titus,” He said to his dog, who was lounging around by the door. Damian grabbed the leash and got the great dane ready for a walk.
They made their way out of the apartment that Damian and and Jon shared in the nicer area of Gotham. It had been a gift from Bruce for Damian’s 21 birthday, a year after he and Jon had gotten together.
Down the stairs, into the lobby, out the door, and they were out on the street. It was the middle of a regular cloudy day outside, nothing out of the ordinary. Damian breathed out and relaxed as he and Titus went around their normal route between the shops and apartment buildings. The smog was always a dull worry in the back of Damian’s mind, but even that couldn’t take away from his enjoyment of a walk with his dog. The only thing that could possibly make it better was if Jon was with him.
“We don’t require Jonathan, do we Tutus?” Damian asked his dog as they looped around a BatBurger.
Tutus barked in what Damian decided to assume was agreement, and Damian nodded.
“Of course, you are right as always.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Damian could see a splash of yellow across the dull canvas that was this section of Gotham. He turned slightly to make out his brother, Duke, mid patrol.
The Signal was swinging off one of the highrise buildings just a block away, coming up to land on the next roof. He paused at the top, and looked in Damian’s direction. The day time bat lifted one gloved hand to his forehead in a salute, then whipped around and continued on his way.
Damian tried and failed to hide a small smile from his face. Curse Duke and his telescopic vision. Damian didn't want to be noticed at the moment. Or… that’s what he was telling himself.
“At least someone acknowledges us,” Damian sighed to Tutus. “Let’s go, boy. We need to pick up some cilantro for the falafel tonight.”
