so whatever been thinking abt my fanfic and was like damian would so use his younger siblings as backing vocals when he's just getting started
also he did a boys will be bugs cover for tim when he turned fourteen
and i think dick would grow up and probably sing too but jokes on everyone that boy would be singing shook by meghan trainor and cake by the ocean, jason would be in stitches(would jason sing that actually? i think hed get on broadway over that) and damian would be sobbing bc thats his "innocent" baby but oh well its also going on his recording label
help im spiraling god fucking dammit jondami look at what its done to me
The words shot through him like a bullet to the heart, leaving him stumbling back. All their after high school plans, their college coordination, everything that had gone unsaid that would now never be.
He made a choked noise and dove for him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Jon gripped him like a lifeline, shaking.
“Gonna miss you…so much.” he sniffled, feeling the hot tears gather where Damian was hiding his face.
“Don’t say that, please don’t say that…” Damian’s voice was muffled, hands bunched in Jon's shirt.
His world was breaking, his everything was gone. Jon was being ripped away from him despite his best efforts. He was desperate, clinging to his friend as if any second he would disappear.
“Thank you for being here with me, through everything.” His voice cracked and he curled in on the smaller boy, tears dotting their clothes.
“You’re moving, not dying, idiot.” Damian muttered, eliciting a broken little laugh from the other boy.
“I know. Just…promise me. Promise me we’ll still be friends.” He held out his pinkie like they would do as children.
“I’ve been invested into this friendship for too many years to let it go out now.” Damian felt a pang in his chest, and an odd feeling of dread as they shook their linked fingers.
They wouldn’t know how quick the years’ bond could come crashing down, memories aflame.
Jon leaned back, pulling the shorter boy to his chest in a cuddling position. Damian’s cheeks flushed, and he blamed it on the tears, ignoring the flutters in his stomach. This was a moment for them, a moment to soak up every last memory that they could make in the time left.
If he had looked up, just for a moment, he would have seen the rush of emotions on the other boy’s face, and the conflicting pink to his cheeks.
One day ago
“Two tickets for the 5:30 showing, please!” Damian snatched up the tickets, bouncing on his toes as he waited outside the theater.
The girl manning the booth grinned at him, saying teasingly. “Got a date?”
He flushed, before waving his hands in the air. “N-No, he’s my best friend.”
“Sureee.” She waved him in. “Hope you enjoy it.”
He waited awhile, the clock ticking further and further towards the time of the start. He pulled out his phone, texting him again, deciding he might as well get concessions.
Fifteen more minutes passed and he was on the edge of a seat facing the entrance and ticket booth, eating the popcorn.
There was no sign of him and Damian was starting to worry. This had been planned for months, and Jon had promised he’d be there.
He called him once the movie started, still outside. It rang and rang, ultimately going to voicemail.
“Jon, you’re late, are you okay? Don’t tell me you forgot, we’ve been planning this for months!”
“J, this is really messed up.”
“I’m not watching this movie without you and you know it.”
“Jonathan Samuel Kent-Lane, answer your goddamn phone!”
Thirty minutes of calling once the movie was well underway, and he was still alone, the phone ringing and ringing, slushies melted and popcorn cold.
The sympathetic looks were painful and the moment his phone buzzed, he jolted, clicking on it.
A notification from Haisley’s instagram tagging Jon lit it up and he clicked on it nearly crushing his phone in the overload of feelings, looking at the high-quality picture of the two of them in the park, Jon flushed pink as Haisley kissed his cheek.
His jaw clenched and with shaking hands he pressed the call button again, waiting for the voicemail.
“You DITCHED ME for your GIRLFRIEND?” His voice was wrecked, an example of himself in the moment.
“Screw you, honestly. I can’t believe you, you said this was important to you and that you’d tell her and she’d understand!”
He screeched into his hands as the voice limit cut off, not caring that he was in public and getting several concerned glances.
Damian pocketed his phone and began picking up, tossing the empty stuff into a trash can and taking the rest home. At least his siblings could enjoy them.
“Hey, kid!” The booth manager beckoned him over and curiously, he went. “That was a shitty thing your boy did. Take this, and bring him back when he comes to his senses.”
It was a voucher for two and he smiled a bit, thanking her for her kindness. She waved to him and he made the walk back home, tired and emotionally drained..
The heartache blossomed in his chest, the lull of the painful longing swirling together and coming out as something so hideous that he was ashamed of himself for feeling it.
Present Day
“Damian?” Tim prodded at his brother. “Damian, get up, you slept through the alarm.”
“Mmpf.” He mumbled, blearily rubbing at his eyes. Tim still had his bedhead and Duke was still searching for his hoodie, so he hadn’t missed much.
Zombie-like, he stepped out of bed and dressed, slipping on his shoes and leaving the bedroom in search of the rest of his siblings.
His father was in the kitchen, still in his PJs, and when asked why, he responded that Dick had woken with a fever and was going to stay home.
The rest of the morning went by as usual, and despite the sick feeling at the bottom of his stomach, he shoveled breakfast into his mouth and walked the rest of the way to school.
Duke avoided conversation, opting to stay silent but presenting a comforting air that made Damian’s fists clench.
His first few classes of the day were spent avoiding Jon in the hallways, ducking his head if he noticed the blue eyes sweeping the long rooms for him.
He heard his name called a few times but brushed by, pretending he had not heard anything. It was petty, but he felt it was well deserved.
The bell rang for lunch and he slunk out of the room, dread coiling in the bottom of his stomach.
Just get your lunch, and go to the library. Damian chanted in his head, trying to evade the worst of the line and Jon’s eyes
He was nearly out when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, causing him to twist into a defensive stance and swing, narrowly avoiding Jon’s nose.
“Whoa, whoa, D, it’s just me!” he yelped, ducking.
“Sorry.” He said, avoiding his gaze. “You scared me.
Jon crossed his arms, waiting for him to look up. “Dames, you’ve been avoiding me all day. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
Yes.
“No.” Damian grit out. Clutching his tray harder, he tried to walk past him, what little appetite he had gone.
“Then what is it?” He scowled, blocking the shorter boy’s way, the tray spilling its contents on the floor.
“Oh my gosh, i’m sorry-”
“Don’t.” Damian hissed. His self-restraint had been chipping away the last few months, the heartbreak and the longing and the anger swirling together and spitting filth at the one who was rooted in the cause.
Although, deep down, he knew it was really himself who was to blame.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t apologize for things you don’t mean.” Jon’s face twisted into an unreadable expression, grasping that they were no longer talking about the fallen lunch.
“Dames, what’s going on with you?”
His fists curled at his sides and he looked up at him. “Jon, do you know what yesterday was?”
“N-no..” He pulled out his phone to check, clicking in his messages and visibly falling as he realized everything going on.
“I’m so sorry, Dami, i didn’t mean to-”
His nails dug into the soft skin of his palms as his eyes itched. “You went out with Haisley yesterday, knowing that it was the day we were supposed to watch our movie.”
Jon huffed. “That’s not fair, Damian, I forgot! My phone was at home, and you know that I have to spend as much time with her as possible now so that we can stay together when I move.”
His eyes watered at the implication but he blinked them back and held his stance.
“You told me, months ago when we planned this, that she’d understand. Why is it, that this girl you’ve been dating for a max of six months, who you don’t even like , is more important then someone who’s been with you your whole fucking life?”
The taller boy scowled, eyes reflecting hurt.
“Shut up, you don’t know how I feel, and you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with. Are you jealous? Is that what’s happening right now? Because that sure sounds like it. You don’t like that I'm with someone else who’s not you, and that’s why you’ve been like this since Haisley. That’s real fucking selfish.”
Right on the money, but not in the way you think.
The rare curse from the boy made the quip die on the tip of his tongue, only further solidifying what they knew.
Everything, the years and memories and the hidden feelings had been lit aflame and would soon be crumbling to ashes over the simplicity of something missed.
There was more to this than either of them would dare to admit, and this would be the downfall to haunt them for the rest of their lives.
They stopped, watching each other. Damian’s anger and hurt were spilled on his face and mannerisms, curled in on himself but still rigid in a defensive position.
Everything about Jon screamed defensive, from the way he was standing to the expression on his face, eyes guarded but still watching.
Tearful eyes stared down, circling each other while staying in the same spot.
“I was your best friend.” Damian spoke into the tense silence. “I gave you everything I had. I let you vent and offered advice and gave up the things that would have brought me nothing but joy because I wanted you to stay happy and stay with me .”
“I don’t care that you have someone, that you have other friends than me, or we would have been done a long time ago. I can’t….”
He inhaled shakily, heart wrenching out of his chest with the way Jon’s eyes overflowed, his own voices dangerously close to wobbling.
“I can’t do this anymore. This isn't an ultimatum, because I'd never make you choose. But I don't think that I can keep playing second fiddle and being ditched left and right because your priorities switch in a bat of an eyelash.”
His eyes shut as the pain-stricken voice he loved rang in his ears. “The ice cream and the songs and the jackets and nights out on your porch just all mean nothing to you?”
“They mean everything to me.” Damian’s voice broke, hot tears burning his eyes. “And I will never be able to let them go…never be able to let you go, no matter how hard I try.”
“Then don’t let me go.” Jon pleaded pitifully.
“I have to. I have to for my own sanity, and for you, because you need to l et go. Let go of me, and this place, because you’re going to do amazing things, Jonathan Kent. You’ll move, and you’ll forget, i swear you will-”
“I won’t.” He sobbed. “I will never forget you, and I'll stay here and we’ll make up, and everything will be fine-”
“YOU WILL!” Damian screamed. “I’m replaceable, forgettable, and this only proves it. I’m leaving, even if it's just for now.”
“Damian, please -”
He couldn’t hear the rest of the plea, whipping around and letting his feet take him somewhere far away, out of the halls and the schoolyard and down the streets until he wound up at his door, stumbling through with barely contained wail.
His father stood from where he was sitting on the old chair in the living room and rushed to pick him up.
“Damian, Damian, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
He choked on a sob and buried his face in his father’s chest. Bruce scooped him up and held him like he were five instead of the nearly eighteen.
When he was calmed enough, he began talking, wobbling through the events of the past few months, allowing himself to be rocked gently and held.
“I left school…I’m sorry.” He rubbed his eyes nearing the end of the story.
“I’m sorry, Dami, so sorry this is happening. It’s fine, I'll call you in, and you can stay home tomorrow too, if you want.”
He sniffled and nodded, sliding out of his father’s grasp but leaning against him on the couch.
A black-haired head bobbed up and into the living room, clutching a blanket. Dick’s nose was red and his eyes were puffy, and out of it enough to not question his elder brother’s appearance at home instead of school. He climbed between them and fell back asleep, warm from the fever.
The heat, no matter how worrying, was controlled enough that Damian’s eyes began to flutter shut as well.
He woke to a door slamming shut and sobs coming from whoever had just entered. The couch was empty, Dick back in his bed and his father in the doorway.
Looking around, he saw Tim in his father’s hold, crying. “I-I knew they were going, b-but it’s too s-oon, I d-don’t want h-im to l-leave-”
“Tim?’ Damian got up and went to the other side of the couch.
“D-Dami,” He hiccuped. “It-s next w-eek-”
The words sunk in and the world around him crumpled. Rushing blood pounded in his ears, his breathing erratic.
No, no, no, no, please please please don’t let him leave me, he can’t leave with things like this between us still-
“Dami? Dames?”
Please. Please not like this-
“Damian? Damian, can you hear me?’
Oh, God-
The world spun, the tears he didn’t realize were running down his face, the sobs sucking the air from his chest.
“Damian, breathe with me, okay?”
His emotions were consuming him whole, swirling around him as his surroundings blurred and he tasted the bile rising at the back of his throat. He clamped a hand over his mouth, barely reaching the trash can before his stomach lurched, emptying its contents.
He fell on his knees, the vile taste in his mouth the last thing he remembered before the world went dark.
Damian woke up a few hours later in his bed, Tim curled into his side. A disgusting taste was left in his mouth and he slid out from under Tim, slowly and painstakingly trying to avoid waking him.
He made his way to the restroom and rinsed out his mouth, brushing his teeth twice to rid himself of the taste. He padded into the kitchen, the smell of cooking food making him nauseous.
“Hey Dames. Tim still asleep?” Duke’s voice came from behind him, his brother sitting on the table with a stack of homework.
“Yeah.” He slid next to him, despite the angry rumbles of his stomach.
Duke ran a hand through his own hair, offering a tired smile. “You want something? Some ginger ale, toast? A hug?”
Damian shook his head. “I’m thinking I'll go back to bed.”
“Okay.” He leaned over and gave him a quick side hug in thanks before making his way back to the room.
Tim was slightly awake now, curling back into Damian as he laid back down.
“I think I loved him.” Tim whispered, eyes shimmering. “In some way. Platonic or other, but I know I did.”
“I know, Tim.” He inhaled shakily, tears burning his eyes. “I did too.”
“We’re all like birds, you know? A flock, and when some try to fly away with the others, most end up staying anyway.”
Damian buried his nose in Tim’s soft waves, humming softly. “I suppose so.”
The imagery stayed with him the rest of that day, and the next until words pieced themselves together and by the weekend, he had a whole new song. This one, titled Two Birds, would be the most painful for him yet.
He refused to open his phone at all, terrified of missed messages and calls from a certain someone. He wanted to leave it and pretend none of it had ever happened, but that would be impossible. The small flicker of hope telling him to fix what they had left before Jon left was small yet persistent.
He was unprepared to let go, not ready to lose the steady constant in his life. For the thousandth time, he cursed his feelings, screaming, begging, for the past to be changed and to feel these things for someone else.
When he finally went back to school, he avoided everyone he knew at all costs, hearing his new song coming from more than one direction.
The time dragged on, but was simultaneously too fast. Too much time staring in his direction, too little time to say what he truly wanted to.
School ended much too soon, for that day. He dragged himself home, knowing that up the road was a big white truck, taking one half of his childhood with him.
“Damian?” Tim’s voice was small, having just come from the Kents with Bart and Cassie to give Kon their goodbyes.
“They…they’re still there, for now. If you wanted to…?"
In a fit of courage, he nodded, picking himself up from the couch and slipping on his shoes. The closer he got, the more desperate he got as well, pushing himself farther, too far. He paused, panting, before turning on his phone for the first time in a week and calling Jon's number.
The phone went straight to voicemail, no matter how many times he called. He picked up speed again and realized with painful horror, that his number had been blocked.
Please, please, please-
He was almost there.
So
Close…
Damian saw the cars pulling out of the driveway and with his last bit of strength he chased after, dropping onto the pavement as they exceeded his limit, away from the house, way from the block.
‘Deadline at 12:00 AM tonight, Kent.’ Jon fumbled with his keys, reading the email his boss had sent out and unlocking the door.
It opened to a small apartment, empty, with some photos spread around, and a framed Bachelor’s degree over the couch.
He dropped his briefcase on the kitchen counter, briefly tripping over a child’s toy. He sighed and picked up, setting it next to the briefcase.
The fridge was littered with pictures, a mix of hand drawn and printed ones. Jon stepped out, checking the clock on the wall before settling down on the couch. He had about an hour before he needed to go out again.
A sticky note was on his phone cover as he pulled it out and he played with it, briefly considering calling the number written on it. It was from some pink-haired guy in his chem lecture who’d given it to him a few hours ago.
He pulled it off and set it next to the picture frame holding a picture of his high school years, gaze lingering a bit too long on the figure next to him.
Where would he be now? Surely, if he had made it big, Jon would have heard his name somewhere.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of this train of thought. But, after all, who could forget their first true love?
The phone lit up with a notification, and he swiped up, eyes brightening as he clicked on the banner.
It took him to a Q&A livestream of ROBIN, the only good thing he could remember from his last semester of high school that wasn’t tainted by memories of her, or painfully sweet scenes with the other half of his childhood.
Robin had on an oddly familiar green knit sweater and his usual green domino, and was smiling as he answered a fan’s question, a voice modulator over his normal talking voice.
“The domino mask was originally for anonymity, although now it's more of a trademark. If I do end up going to a concert, I might reveal my real face to you guys. Thanks for the question!”
Jon’s brow was furrowed, something felt oddly out of place in a way none of it had before. Robin chatted about various new songs he’d released, and then gave a sneak peek to his new one, per the chat’s request.
“This one’s sort of a throwback to my first song, which I'm sure most of you know very well. It’s titled If Only You Knew, and it…it’s really close to my heart, for reasons I'm sure you understand.”
A message popped up in the chat, other people latching onto it and repeating it, the chat a chorus of “Tell us about Heather!”
The soft chuckle sounded painful on video, and Jon leaned into his phone curiously, wanting to know himself. This song had come out after he’d let his own unrequited feelings bleed out, covering them up with new feelings for someone who returned them, and he’d listened to it more then he’d like to admit.
The filters came off the video, including the voice modulator.
“If I'm telling this story, I'd like to tell it as myself. Not with Robin’s voice.”
Some unbridled feeling of shock and fear cause Jon to gasp aloud and drop his phone, the familiar voice, deeper now with a note of tiredness, washed over him, jolting him back to high school, back to middle school, back even to elementary and that little town he’d grown up in.
Long forgotten memories dug themselves up and flooded his brain without his consent, tears he hadn't realized he was shedding dripped from his chin as he shakily picked up the phone and stared at who he had thought was long gone from his life.
He zeroed back in as Robin’s, no, Damian’s voice recounted the journey of his music, the way every single song had come from a moment that he’d experienced, or that they’d experienced together.
It was like reliving the whole experience through eyes that weren’t his own, tears pooling on his cheeks.
“After we…After I screwed everything over, he moved. I remember chasing after the stupid moving van and calling and calling and calling until I finally realized he blocked me.”
On-screen, he turned around and removed the domino, wiping his eyes, before plastering it back on and turning to his camera.
“I was a mess, for a little while. I won’t get into details, but it was not a fun time. I got help and stuff, and well, you guys know the rest.”
The chat was overflowing with messages, but the one that caught Jon’s eye was one that said “Do you miss him?”
It was selfish but he turned up the volume, desperate for an answer. He wanted to know as much as the rest of the fans, biting his lip until a metallic taste filled his mouth.
On screen, Damian inhaled deeply, eyes shut and voice wobbling. “In answer to Haylia_1654's question…yes. I miss him very much, and to this day I wish everything had gone much differently.”
“He was one half of my childhood, and I know that he’s doing well, as his little brother stayed close with one of mine. I wish him nothing but happiness, wherever he is and whoever he’s with.”
Jon’s chest was tight, the air being sucked out of his lungs with every little inhale.
His vision blurred, and before he realized what he was doing, he was typing out words onto the screen and sending them into the live chat.
Under the little diamond ‘S’ he’d made when he was in middle school to match Damian's ‘R’, and the username Jon_Kent, were the words “I miss you too”.
Desperation filled him and he repeated the message several dozen times, watching and waiting for Damian to take notice.
On-screen, the boy was drinking from a water bottle, and Jon silently documented the exact moment his eyes landed on the message, water spat out onto the screen as his whited-out eyes moved from side to side, re-reading the messages until the rest of the frantic chat covered them up.
“Oh my God, oh my God, please, please, please-” A flash of green knocked the phone to the floor and the last the world saw of “Robin” that day were the black tennis shoes he was wearing, stream cutting off as the camera hit the floor.
Heart pounding in his chest, Jon clicked on the profile, finger hovering over the message button.
He had long ago unblocked Damian’s old number, only to find that it was no longer in service.
Logically, this was the only way that they could get in contact. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to, wished for best friend back, the now-stranger who knew all his secrets.
He trembled in his seat, clicking the button and watching the words telling him he’d started a new DM with ROBIN_Offical.
Taking a deep breath, he typed out a short message, waiting for the response bubbles to come dancing across his screen.
okay okay okay, i rlly wanna write a multichapter jondami fic based on a post i saw (yes i'll credit the person if i ever mangae to post it lol) and i need some help on the title
i cringe when i read the ones i have so please suggest new ones
What title?
A Robin's Song
Echoes of Longing
Just a Friend To You
Shining Star
Loving You Was a Losing Game
You Belong with Me
My Soul Song
I have a better idea!!! (put it in the tags or comments)
Voting ended onNov 9, 2023
if youu need a basic idea, check this post from @jaybirbie
I have a list of bullet points on what im doung with it but for the most part, its also a reverse robin au,, a no capes au and an au where the bats are kinda broke lol
Damian's online username is Robin, and he's a band/theater/art kid, jon is a football jock, "Heather" (who's real name is haisley) is a Cheerleader, and is also in show choir
(Y’all chose A Robin’s Song, and I’ve posted it, come check it out over on ao3!)
hypotectically if you people from my ao3 comments section were correct and there WAS in fact a child and i wanted to make her sort of a tribute to lizzie prince but not actually make her lizzie bc i have different plans for her what would i name her?
read above
Trinity
Athena
a name connected to someone in mythology
a completely different name
USE MY NAME IDEA (put it in reblogs or comments)
Voting ended onFeb 1, 2024
p.s. find out what im talkin about here!
edit: actually, all of you lost bc i did a different one with some of my friends and they all voted for the name Laurel 😅
edit on the edit, the fic with laurel is posted!! check it out here
they gave us the safe drivers talk in health nd the entire time im reading over chapter three of my fic and realizuing it's compeltely inaccurate but um whtever
