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Jon hadn’t seen his best friend for a while, and he felt that Damian had distanced himself a little bit and it began to worry him. The time Jon promised Damian that he’d never let him go down a dark path again replaying over and over in his need, doing nothing else that instigating that sense of urgency in the boy. Unknown to most were the feelings he kept for the son of Bruce Wayne, his earliest friend, and the boy who through all their bickering, their adventure, their sleepovers, had somehow wormed his way into Jon’s heart and stayed. So as he hovered over the city looking for any sign of that particular brooding boy, that thanks to finding out through the league grapevine, had done the very thing Jon promised he would stop.
It wasn’t hard to find Damian out on a rooftop, he was a creature of habit, and it was hard to mistake a brooding teen out on a roof. As he gingerly landed, he came up behind the other man, pulling him into a hug. “You big idiot,” he groaned as he wrapped his arms around the other man. “Hey there Dami, so um...why is it that you haven’t really been answering my texts, is there anything you’d like to tell me?”














