#Damian Wayne x Jonathan Samuel Kent

[crimsonbluuu]

It's kind of cold, man - Damian x Jon

Damian is cold, and he’s sick. Not sick enough to the point he’s bedridden, but sick enough that he doesn’t feel like getting in and out of bed.

He does anyway, and makes most of the rest of his time; then Jon comes back to the apartment and makes everything just a tad bit better.

(1,903 word count)

Warnings!

< Grammatical errors

< May or may not be somewhat ooc

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Damian coughs into his hand for the seventh time this morning, still wrapped underneath the red duvet on Jonathan’s bed. The sun was setting slowly, its evening glow shining through the curtains in the small room. Damian shivered, snuggling farther into the covers. Jonathan had left hours ago, rambling about something to do with school.

And while his boyfriend was out doing God knows what, with God knows who, Damian was stuck in the other’s small apartment building that was a nice fifteen-minute walk away from the university he attended. Besides, Damian was content with lying down underneath the covers that provided warmth, unlike the rest of the apartment.

For some damned reason, Jon’s apartment was as cold as the Arctic; his heat refused to work. Damian blames it on the landlord, and Jon blames it on no one.

Why? because Jon is a saint, even though it’s obvious the landlord hasn’t updated the heater, Jon refuses to acknowledge it. So yes, Damian would much rather be in his very warm, insulated penthouse, with his silk covers and blackout curtains.

Despite his previous statements, he's very tempted to throw the covers off, dress in something warm, and leave the apartment as quickly as possible for his penthouse two hours away in Gotham. But he doesn't; instead, he throws the covers off of himself and throws on the closest thing he can find—a sweater and sweat pants.

He would hate to admit it, but the only thing he practically feels like doing at the moment is crashing down on Jon's hand-me-down couch and watching reality TV shows. Dick has rubbed off on him way too much. So he does exactly that, in that exact order.

Time flies by when you're being lazy and doing nothing. Especially when The Housewives of Atlanta plays in the background and the only thing Damian is "getting" from the show is a loss of brain cells, suddenly it explains why Richard originally thought that fish didn't have mouths.

And it just happens that when he's on the verge of going to sleep, after ignoring his soar throat and pulsing headache, he hears the familiar jingle of keys from outside the door and comes walking in a ball of sunshine.

The sun has already set, and the moon rises in its absence. Jon comes in humming some old country songs that he undoubtedly picked up from Jonathan Sr. He walks a short distance from the front door to the makeshift living room and collapses onto the couch, directly on top of Damian.

"Get off of me, you fat lug," Damian says, almost on instinct, since whenever Jon comes home and he just happens to be relaxing, not bothering him, he prefers to literally fall on him when he walks in.

"What happened to Hi, Hello, How are you?" Jon laughed, wrapping his arms around Damain's torso like an octopus. Damian sighed, rolling his eyes, but made no noise in protest as Jon did whatever he was doing.

Jonathan glanced up at him, smiling. His stupid glasses making him look dorky, with his dopey smile and doughy eyes, and the way his arms held tightly around Damian, as if he didn't want to—as if he wasn't going to let the other go.

"Missed you, dames." He smiled, gently kissing the other on his cheek, his lips lingering just for a moment before he laced his head back down on Damain's chest. Damian patted his head, lowering his head just a bit to give a soft kiss on the crown of Jonathan's head.

"Hm." Damian replied, not worrying about his lack of speech. Jonathan knew how Damian felt about him; words weren't a necessity in their relationship; they fit snuggly like a puzzle piece, like a dopey couple costume, like grapes to fine wine.

"What's this even about?" Jon questioned, watching the TV screen with a confused gaze. Damian shrugged; he'd lost focus from it the second he saw Richard watching it in the manors den at a quarter past five in the morning. At this point, he just turned it on for background noise.

"I'm not sure, though I think Richard would gladly discuss the meaning of the show with you." Damian smirks, and Jon quickly dismisses the idea. Everyone knows, or at least everyone who has ever had the grace of meeting Richard, that when he's passionate about something, whether it be a TV show or a new fighting technique, he won't shut up about it.

It's certainly not a bad thing, either. It just goes to an extent that no one expects overtime. Damian vividly remembers briefly mentioning that he appreciated the art of music, and the very next day there were a dozen books on the art of music stacked near his bed and several guitars.

"No- no thanks. I remember the last time I talked about something I liked with Dick, and at like three in the morning he was standing outside the window with a koala bear." Damian couldn't help but furrow his brows in confusion at Jon's experience.

"What now?" He questioned, slightly sitting up on the couch; his expression was the pinnacle of confusion, and he made sure Jon realized this.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to baby Jesus that your brother showed up with a koala bear," Jon swore, and he sounded like he was on the verge of laughing and crying at the same time as he looked at Damian's expression.

"It's illegal to own a Koala Bear; how'd he manage to bring one here? Especially in the dead of night?" Damian seemed genuinely baffled with what Jon was telling him, and he had a hard time believing Dick scaled up a forty-foot building with a possibly rabid Koala hanging onto him, then again...

"That's the thing; I have no idea! And then, when he offered it to me and I said no, he just left, and I've never seen the koala anywhere, ever again." Jon said, laughing. Damian furrowed his brows again.

"Man, your brothers sure are weird." Jon let out an exasperated sigh, a soft laugh drawing itself from his throat as Damain's bamboozed expression stayed on his face.

"I need to contact someone." He said, narrowing his eyes. Jon looked up at him again, raising a brow.

"I need to know how I can steal a Koala bear, Jonathan; this is important information." Damian said, his eye narrowing as he scanned the room for his phone, Jon let out a sigh.

"Damian, please no."

[spicy-apple-pie]

The Al Ghuls have a family curse of falling is live with pathetic men.

Commission Info / Kofi

[spider-jaysart]

Very silly something hereee

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He ain't surviving lolll

[tarta-de-limon]

Late again, always late to the trends

It's literally them

[thief-of-eggs]

“Like father like son” except it’s just Bruce and his children each falling in love with different members of the Super family

[plxngperoni]

Lizzie just got a new Polaroid camera! ><

[solelifauna]

When you say the love interest might be worse, does that mean "being mean to reader" wise or "being possessive over the reader" wise?

ERMMM...both I'd say. The love interest for the Werewolf AU is Jon Kent. He's about the same age as the reader and older than Damian by one year (From the time-skip space mission that he went on that aged him). But bro, this boy is fucking nuts.

Yes, Kryptonians aren't werewolves in this universe, but Lois Lane is. And a strong one at that, coming from a military family and all that jazz. So Jon Lane Kent is literally one of the strongest beings on earth, being half-kryptonian and half-werewolf.

Now i know what youre thinking.

But wouldn't Jon also be outcasted from werewolf society/wouldn't the bats not like him cause he's a half-blood?

WRONG!!! Yes, Jon is a half-blooded werewolf, but the other half is Kryptonian, one of the strongest species in the universe. If anything, his breeding makes him a very respected figure and the Bats definitely find him worthy. He and Damian are still the best of friends.

Now Jon's relationship with (Y/n). Yikes. Funnily enough, it was (Y/n) who started crushing on Jon first. She'd see him around the manor often, and she'd watch as he interacted with the Waynes or messed around with Damian. From what she could see, he seemed nicer than her family, so maybe she could be friends with him right? Plus, he's super cute!

And of course, this doesn't end well. I mean, this is a dark au. First off, Superman doesn't quite see humans as equals. Werewolves, they have his respect, and all the other races too. Yes, Clark Kent's adoptive parents were humans, and yes he loved them, but they were weak. Fragile even. And he made sure to instill that teaching in Jon as well.

Did Jon love his grandparents? Absolutely, but that meant that Ma and Pa stayed confined to Smallville and their house. They were too weak, they needed to be protected.

Lois also helped push Werewolf culture onto him as well. Weaker werewolves and humans were subservient to the stronger, and if necessary, could be killed and eaten. Jon didn't quite get the eating part, finding it quite gross actually, until he had his first taste of flesh. And, yikes, the boy was hooked.

In his mind, humans were either things to be taken care of (like pets) or food.

What's even more scary is that he's sweet around his family and friends, but those he deems as lesser? Well, let's just hope you don't catch him in a bad mood or piss him off. Which is why when weak, pitiful, abandoned (Y/n) Wayne comes up to him, he's insulted.

Why on earth did you even think you were worthy of talking to him?

Yes, he's seen you watching them, lurking around the manor, keeping your distance. It was quite annoying actually, he could practically hear your heart leaping out of its chest every time you saw him. He knew your intentions, trying to make friends with him.

He just looked down at you, eyes pooling with something nobody could explain, whilst you smiled at him and made small talk. Or tried to make small talk.

"Damian, should I snap her neck? Or is your family still insistent on the old laws?" Jon says.

You freeze, eyes widening in fear. Ah...you've made a severe lapse in judgment.

So much for a new friend.

"You know what? How 'bout I just go?" You quip nervously before trying to run off.

It's too bad Damian grabs you by the back of your shirt, basically choking you in the process. You let out a strangled noise as your body loses balance and lurches backward. When Damian lets go, your having a mad coughing fit, trying to get as much air as you could into your lungs.

Damian only makes an annoyed sound while Jon watches, a sick type of glee in his eyes. "When the time comes friend, you may feast with us. Now (Y/n), apologize to Jon."

You do not even have to think twice about that. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have approached you, I'm sorry." And at this point, you're crying. (reader is 14 when this happens)

And god doesn't that make Jon smile. He wouldn't deny, that you were pretty (I mean, you do have half of Bruce Wayne's DNA). But as much as he'd consider coveting you, you weren't worth that honor, no, he'd much rather taste your sweet, sweet flesh. (He could practically smell it wafting off you).

But alas, he'd have to wait.

But of course, in normal yandere fashion, he goes from wanting to eat you to wanting to eat you. The obsession starts to change around (Y/n)'s 16th birthday party that the Waynes throw. It's customary that all children do some public ball or whatever, so this was yours. Jon and his family are there obviously, and you're there as well, looking as miserable and tired as usual (and still somehow being the most beautiful thing in the building). However, he sees you light up in a way he's never seen you do before when your (what he's guessing) friends show up. They're human. They're weak, like you.

Seeing you interact with them, hearing you talk normally(super-hearing, duh) without fear, watching the way you laughed...He realizes he wants. And he wants bad.

Looks like you've got a new problem now.

Anyways, this is all I got!! I don't want to spoil the story more than I already have, but yeah, say hello to "absolutely bonkers Jon Kent". Hope you enjoyed!!!

[askdamijon]

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Index / Main Blog

[edi-storm]

Damijon in my current spring outfits 🫶

They keep me mentally stable

[scarletackrmn]

Wifey has drawn again!! She made a piece yesterday for Halloween! Happy Halloween everyone!

The boys decided to dress up as an angel and devil, and Superlords Jon arrives from his universe and Damian, not realizing, thinks Jon changed costumes on him as his Jon arrives on the scene.

[domnorian]

Nightwing (Damian Wayne) and Flamebird (Jon Kent), commissioned by @g1rlr0b1n!

Thank you for commissioning me again. 😁

[lazy-drawn]

“Two parallel lines that are always the same distance apart, run in the same direction, and never intersect, even if extended infinitely.”

[spicy-apple-pie]

Damijon soulmate au where whatever you write on your skin, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin.

Damian keeps his arms covered, mostly to keep people away from asking about his scars. Jon on the other hand likes to wear shirts and shorts. Damian notices that Jon’s doodles and notes shares the ones on his arm. Jon notices him staring.

“I like to leave little notes for my soulmate. A little something to brighten his day.” Damian knows. It’s his little secret that he’ll trace over the writing on his wrist with his finger. Safe under the covers of his bed. “Do you have a soulmate?”

“Enough dawdling, let’s get ready for patrol.”

Jon assumes that Damian’s soulmate is a touchy subject. He struggles to not run up to Damian to show the little cat his soulmate doodled next to his note just a couple weeks later.

Jon is elated when the doodles become more and more frequent. Usually little animals, sometimes abstract swirls. It doesn’t matter. He takes pictures of every one.

As they grow, Jon struggles with his developing crush on Damian, and his soulmate. He’s sure that Damian isn’t his soulmate, since Damian as seen the doodles plenty and why wouldn’t he tell Jon he’s his soulmate.

(Damian doesn’t want to see the disappointment on Jon’s face. The chance that Jon would insist that it was a platonic match and Damian would have to bite his tongue until the grave.)

One day, during a mission, Damian gets hit the chest bad. Jon takes off his shirt to take a good look at the wound and notices the markings. So many emotions fill him, but mainly panic that he might not only lose his best friend, but also his soulmate.

Damian lives, but Jon is upset with him for keeping the fact that they’re soulmates from him. They make up eventually. lol

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After my recent edit, I remembered this panel again that I always keep forgetting about and just did my thing💕

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Og version below the cut

[embracedbythesea]

No hate here, just let me have fun

[phantom-arsonist-racoon]

DamiJon/ Jon & Damian brainrot

Jon knew he had a type. When he looked up at the drummer of a band he really liked when he was ten, he saw flashes of him in her behavior and personality; when he met the tired fellow high schooler in the library, their barbed replies stinging him gently in all the places he had.

But they weren't him. And Jon...couldn't have him.

"If you're not going to listen I won't tell you about it."

Damian's amused voice cut through his melancholy mind wanderings, and Jon snapped around guiltily.

And oh, he was so lovely.

They were sitting on a building in Metropolis, watching the sun set, and the pinks and oranges shot across the sky reflected on the other man's tan skin. His eyes were slanted affectionately towards his friend, green and sparkling and beautiful.

"Jon?" His head tilted, concerned, and Jon realized he had been staring.

"Sorry," He yelped, turning away.

Damian's hand shot out and grabbed his arm, yanking him back to the building before he could fly. Damn assassin speed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm fine," The super assured his companion, reaching to clasp his hand. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Damian's hand tightened on his arm. "What's going on with you? You've been spacey all day!" He paused, looking over in mock suspicion. "You're getting tired of me."

"No," Jon replied adamantly. No matter what, that would never be the case.

"Are you sure? You've been acting weird," He snickered.

Jon panicked. Shit, has he noticed anything? He's going to figure it out, he's going to never want to see me again, what if he doesn't like me anymore?

He's seen you with multiple men, Jon, calm down, His more mature self scolded.

But he felt like he was back to being ten years old, hopelessly infatuated with a sharp, mean, oh-so-lovely assassin child.

"You're floating, Jon." With a sharp yank, the man pulled his friend back to the ground.

(I lost my motivation here but if anyone wants to use this go crazy just credit me pls)