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10:15 P.M.
Damian was bored out of his mind.
It had been only a few minutes since the gala had started and the youngest member of the Wayne family, and former assassin, was already annoyed and ready to stab someone.
However, going against all feelings of annoyance, Damian schooled his features into a well-practiced and pleasant fake expression as he pretended to listen as the Metropolis’ mayor talked great things about his eldest daughter. Who attended college somewhere in France and how it would be lovely if they could meet in person and become friends.
Damian forced a smile as he agreed that that would be lovely, but that his schedule would not allow it anytime soon. Unfortunately, much to Damian's dismay, the mayor’s wife smiled at him with cherry red lips and white teeth before she insisted. Damian opened his mouth to smoothly reject the offer when one of the major Metropolis businessmen interrupted their talk, and the Wayne took that opportunity to excuse himself with the excuse of wanting a drink.
Without waiting for a response, he walked in the direction of the refreshments table.
Soft music was playing in the background and conversations and introductions were carried on. Women wore their best clothes and men did their best to look sharp.
The gala was supposed to be a fundraiser event; however, it was more than clear that very few people were interested in the cause. The sole purpose why people were there was because they were interested in mingling and networking that could benefit them in the future.
On the other hand, Damian was there only because he had made his father angry, and Bruce had retaliated.
If you’re old enough to get black-out drunk with the titans, then you’re old enough to assist a gala party as the Wayne Enterprises representative, Bruce had sentenced with a serious expression.
Damian had to admit, that as far as punishments went, his father could be quite creative.
With more than enough experience with rebellious and wild teenage boys, conventional punishments were simply not something that would work. It was only Damian's terrible luck that he had been the fourth.
“Isn’t that the youngest of the Waynes?” he heard someone whisper.
“Yes. He’s single. He turned twenty-two this year,
"Twenty-two and single?” a woman said, “I shall introduce him to my daughter,”
Ugh. This was going to be a long, long night.
00:48 P.M.
Damian looked at his watch.
It was well past midnight when he decided that this gala could not get any worse.
Damian was sure that he had gone through the same topics of conversation at least three times each. He had discussed the stock market, golf games, and the football predictions for the season. Topics Damian was well versed in, yet he had no interest in at all.
Furthermore, at some point, he had realized in horror that having his brothers around did make these whole ordeals more bearable. Back at Gotham, it was usually Drake who the parents wanted their daughters to meet. Because in the eyes of the rich and the wealthy, Timothy was considered the most charismatic of the four. It was a joke among themselves that Grayson was actually everybody's favorite, but Tim's unmarried status made him the second-best choice.
“Damian, darling, please allow me to introduce you to Lex Luthor,”
Damian hated these fucking parties.
01:36
Don’t kill anyone, Dames, I’ll see you soon.
Damian smiled at his phone.
That is when the gunshots started and the screaming thugs entered the ballroom.
Damian could count with one hand the times he has been taken off guard. And he was not proud to admit that this had been one of those.
“Listen here, wealthy people of Metropolis, we are here only for your jewels and your bank information, as long as you cooperate, no one will get hurt,"
Damian tried to make a room for the exit, but the cold barrel of a gun being pressed at the back of his head stopped him.
“Not so fast, baby Wayne,” a good said before he was pushed back with the rest wealthy billionaires in the room, “you too, grab a sit please,”
When Damian glared, another goon kicked him and effectively made him fall to his knees.
Damian’s jaw closed shut and he resented the fact that he could not do anything with these many people staring at them without jeopardizing his carefully built alter ego, much less with the presence of Lex Luthor in the room.
Swallowing his pride, he looked down as the goons started to move in order to collect the goods.
The goon watching at them, did not notice when he pressed the panic button on the side of his watch.
A couple of minutes later, a young woman screamed and his resolution of keeping a low profile went through the window along with the glass of it when two of the goons shot in warning.
01:43
Damian could feel the cold air against his back and he could hear the sound of the city below them.
“He’s going to throw him!” someone from beneath screamed as he held onto the goon’s wrist with both hands and a bruising grip. If he was going to fall, he would surely bring the other with him.
“Not so tough now, are you, rich boy?” the goon laughed but Damian only snarled at him.
He knew he could not defend himself and keep his identity a secret because no rich boy would ever stand up against someone with a gun. However, all bets were off if the goon threw him.
Fortunately, such a possibility was discarded the moment he heard the barrier of sound being broken.
“Let go of him,” Superboy announced his presence.
Damian closed his eyes in annoyance. Trust Jon to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. But he did turn to see him in the eyes as Jon floated in the air a couple of meters away from them.
They looked at each other for a millisecond, and Jon gave him an almost imperceptible nod.
Non-verbal communication was one of their things. One that they had developed over years and years of knowing each other.
A silent agreement.
“You heard the Supes,” the goon smirked.
And without any warning, the goon let go of Damian’s shirt and pushed him over the edge.
With nothing to purchase on, Damian felt the rush of air as he started to free fall.
He heard gunshots and screams, signaling that a fight had started. One he was not concerned about as it was a fight whose winner had been decided even before it had started.
He felt his body gain speed, and he took a moment to enjoy the cool air against his skin as he embraced himself for what would be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
He was not disappointed, when not even a second after, he felt strong arms close around him. One hand sneaked at the back of his knees as the other was pressed at the small of his back.
Damian opened his eyes to meet beautiful sky-blue eyes staring down at him.
“Gotcha’,” Jon said with a big smile on his lips as air stopped zumbing against his ears and his fall was slowed down.
“Don’t be overly smug, you know people are watching,” Damian frowned as he reached up to circle Jon’s neck as only a frightened free-falling civilian would.
Of all the ways Jon could have stopped his fall, of course, he had to choose the most embarrassing of them all. He had gone for the fucking bridal style.
He would never hear the end of this back at Gotham.
“Ah. We should put a good show then, don’t we?” Jon chuckled as he pulled Damian closer, his grip tightening as he flew them slowly back to the ground where cops and ambulances were already waiting in order to rush the youngest son of Bruce Wayne to the nearest hospital in case it was needed.
“I will kill you,” Damian whispered against his ear, but there was no heat in his words.
This close to the ground, he could now hear the flashes of the cameras and feel the awed eyes on them.
Tomorrow would be quite an embarrassing day for him.
“Just wave and smile, Dami,” Jon teased as he took his sweet time to land and put him down on his feet, pouting at the fact that he would have to wait for a couple of hours before he could see his boyfriend again.
For a moment, Jon wished they could skip the whole thing and just take Damian with him to his apartment. Had he been in his Robin suit, Jon probably would have.
Damian made a good show of it. He was Damian after all.
As soon as Jon helped him onto his feet. The Robin made himself look like someone who had just been thrown off of a building, going as far as to feign tripping on his own feet when he took his first step away from Superboy.
Jon for his part suppressed a snicker and played along as he sneaked a hand around Damian’s waist, pressing him against his body to support his weight and help him to one of the closest ambulances.
Damian gave him a quick blank look from the corner of his eyes. One that promised revenge and which made Jon smile even wider.
“Ah Superboy! Well, done, kid,” one of the officers greeted and Damian stopped the urge to roll his eyes.
Seriously? Trust Jon to be friends with the cops.
“Ah. I am just doing my job here, sir” Jon said with Damian still pressed against his side.
Everybody looked at the youngest Wayne expectantly.
“Uhm. Thank you, Superboy,” Damian said through greeted teeth.
“My pleasure,” Jon said as he extended a hand.
Damian took Jon's hand and shook it as painfully as he could while he smiled the playboy patented smile that Grayson himself had taught him.
With one last look at the crowd and Damian, Jon flew up to help with the rest of the goons and to clear the building.
9:26 AM
The next morning, Damian woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, toast… and the smugness emanating from his stupid super boyfriend in waves.
Not bothering to put on a shirt, and dressed only in pair of Jon’s pajama bottoms, Damian made his way to Jon’s narrow kitchen.
One look at the counter, where several Metropolis – and Gotham’s– newspapers and magazines lay, was enough to confirm his suspicions.
Damian Wayne saved by Superboy after Metropolis Gala
Love and gunshots in the air
Youngest Wayne swept off his feet by Metropolis’ hero
Wayne heir rescued by Metropolis’ sweetheart
Gotham’s favorite sweetheart saved by Superboy
“These were my favorites,” Jon smirked as he offered Damian a cup of tea
“You’re a dork,” Damian took the cup as he started to browse through the pictures.
All of the photos featured Jon carrying him. Each one of them being even more embarrassing than the previous.
Damian rolled his eyes at all of them.
“You’re so cute, though,” Jon said as he hugged Damian from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, as he looked at one particular picture of Damian with his hands around Jon’s neck as the Kryptonian smiled down at him.
“We should hang that one from the wall,” Jon teased before pressing butterfly kisses along the exposed sun-kissed skin.
They might have gone down at each other like rabbits in heat, but Jonathan could never get enough.
Damian turned to look at him.
“Are you daf-“ Jon took the opportunity to kiss him soundly.
Neither of them paid any mind to the newspapers for the rest of the morning.
Not until later that day, when Damian walked into the bat cave only to find the walls covered by pictures of him and Jon from the night before. All from different angles.
“Todd, I will fucking kill you!”
A couple of hours later, Dick and Jason laughed in hysterics as Bruce threatened Tim with having every single grain of coffee removed from the house if he didn't give him back the access to the bat computer so that he could remove Jon and Damian’s picture as the computer's home screen.
Neither Tim nor Jason were able to remove the green hair dye for a week.