#anyway I'll try to do something more jon centric tomorrow today was busy

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Reaching The Other Side - a JonDami fanfic

Tags: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Damian Wayne, Childhood Sweethearts, One Shot, established relationship

Word count: 875

Day 1 of @jonkentweek!

I had a thought one night, what if Damian and Jon were dating before Jon got aged up, how would that change his return?

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"Hey Dami? How long do you think you'll love me for?" Jon said, asking a rather mature question for an eleven year old boy. They were both very mature children, forced into being that way. Like Damian only let himself be childish around Jon, Jon only let himself act mature in front of Damian.

"I don't think I could stop if I wanted to." Damian said. Other people would be dismissive or worried, but not Damian. Damian took anything Jon wanted to give him.

"Then… forever?" Jon asked, fidgeting with the blanket on his lap.

"If you'll have me." Damian said, his face blank; a tell he had that showed how much he feared rejection.

"I will! I don't think you could do anything that would make me love you any less. Isn't that a scary thought?"

"I feel the same."

Damian and Jon were laying toe to head opposite each other on the twin loft bed, though they had both propped themselves up to look one another in the eye. Jon's eyes were shining with moonlight. Plastic stars glowed overhead. Sometimes in meditation Damian would visit this place, and moments like these. Times he felt safe, for once.

"Does it scare you?"

Damian shook his head. "You're not scary, Jon."

"Well neither are you! I just… I dunno… I don't think I've ever felt that before. I'd follow you anywhere. Places that scare me alone don't seem so bad with you. But I don't know where you'll take me, and I might get lost…"

Damian grabbed Jon's hand. "I'll find you. Always. I promise."

"I believe you."

+-+

Jon used to love how big space was. From before he knew he was an alien, he wanted to visit the stars. When he actually got to… well, it was kind of ironic he'd ever wanted to go in the first place, considering.

He missed Damian. Like, a lot. Jor-el had told him that he was a man by kryptonian standards, had promised him answers to questions there really is no answer to, but that we all look for as self aware beings. And Jon wanted to grow up faster, because he worried that Damian would notice how much more immature he was and leave him behind. He should've listened when they said to be careful what you wished for.

Jor El was crazy, and wouldn't let him go home.

Two years since he'd last seen his boyfriend. What was he doing right now? Was he looking for him? By now missing home, family, Damian, Kathy, was a constant companion. Jon wondered if Damian had moved on. He didn't seem the type, but it had been a long time, and they were young. Damian would be sixteen.

Jon didn't know if it was fair or just but he decided he would be mad at Damian if he wasn't looking, if he found someone else. Getting mad at Damian was something he'd been good at, once upon a time.

-+-

When the wormhole took him, he thought he'd come home. But that hope was dashed on the igneous rocks in the volcanic prison Ultraman kept him in. By now, Jon was sure of it; nobody would come for him. He'd have to find his way home on his own.

He broke out of the volcano, riding an eruption. He hid from Ultraman, doing the right thing when he could. He snuck into the crime syndicate headquarters. And then his grandfather found him. It wasn't a happy reunion.

But he got home. He saw his parents first, because he needed his dad's help. His dad needed his help. He got invited to live in the future. And he still hadn't seen Damian!

On the way to the Manor, he saw a huge blue explosion. He saw Damian nearby with his telescopic vision.

"I thought that explosion might be you."

Damian whipped around when the unfamiliar voice spoke his name. "Who-"

"It's me, Damian. It's real. Take it in."

Damian shook his head and threw a batarang. It bounced off ineffectually. Jon had a deep scar on his cheek. Damian's eyes caught on it. "Wwwwhhhat happened?!"

"It's a long story."

"Gold Kryptonite? Kryptonian puberty?"

"No. Why does everyone ask that? I went to space, it took me years to get back, I'm back, and I'm going to hug you now."

"No! Do not hug me."

"Too late." Jon said as he engulfed Robin in his arms. And well, Jon still hugged like he used to, just bigger.

"You're so tall!" Damian flipped out of his hold. "No. No! You can't be taller and older! This is a trick! You're leviathan!"

"OR, I went to space, it took me years to get back, I'm back!"

Damian's face crumpled. "Did you– miss me?"

"Only all the time."

"You made it back to me, Habibi. You did that. Be proud of yourself."

"Heh, thanks…"

"How old are you now?"

"I lost track of time for a while, but I think I'm about seventeen."

Damian sighed. "Our age gap is reversed, then. It could be worse."

"Ever practical, Damian."

"Speaking of practical, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"Not even for the bathroom?"

Damian gave Jon an unimpressed glare.