Prompt: Homecoming

Synopsis: Its prom night, members of the league, young justice and teen titans have gathered at the gala. It's all smiles for everyone.. everyone but Damian Wayne. His date was late... 7 years late by Jon's count.

A/N: I suggest listening to the song Damian plays when reading through that part of this fic.

Damian Wayne, youngest son of the Bat was once again alone. Standing by the sidelines, much to everyone's surprise. He's barely talked to anyone and hasn't eaten a thing since the night started. He was cold, colder than usual and no one could really figure out why.

Artemis with Wally, dancing like they owner the place, the Question with Helena, earning a few curious looks, hell, even Jaime found the balls to ask out Bart, the latter of which only responded with "That's totally crash", a smile on his lips as he kissed Jaime, before dragging him onto the dance floor.

Damian stood alone, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a wall his pressed suit getting a few wrinkles. He hasn't danced with anyone tonight, and it's not for a lack of people trying.

Zatanna, Raven, Maya hell even Garfield asked for his hand on the dance floor. All of whom were immediately shot down by a blunt "No." And a "Fuck off." For beast boy when he wouldn't stop asking.

Jon made Damian promise he would be his first dance of the night. Damian obliged, honestly he wanted Jon to also be his last dance of the night, not caring to be with anyone other than him.

That promise is one Damian intended to keep, and so he waited. And waited. And waited.. and waited...

Unmoving from the spot he Jon agreed to wait for one another. Even as the rest of the guests left, and the ballroom went dark Damian wouldn't move a muscle. Kent wouldn't lie to him, Kent wouldn't break his promise! Would he...?

He kept his head bowed, arms over his chest, eyes closed tightly. He would wait, he would listen, he would wait to hear Jon's voice to break the deafening silence.

Then he heard a voice, a voice that broke the silence.. albeit not the voice he was expecting.

"Hey- uh.. kid?" An old janitor part of the clean up crew- or well.. he was sum total of the clean up crew, said to him. His voice unsure.

"Get out." Damian demanded, his voice harsh and bitter. The man recoiled, grumbling something along the lines of 'spoiled brat.' As he left the room.

Damian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze moving from end of the room to the other. Looking over the messy white cloth tabe tops, the discarded glasses and plates streamers and confetti on the floor other clutter in the room.. hoping to see Jon there, waiting for him to spot him.

But Jon wasn't there.

Damian tightened his fist, as he felt his face contort into something almost no one ever saw.. a face only ever saw.

He felt a single tear drip down the side of his cheek, falling to the floor. Damian let out a pained growl as he turned and plunged his fist into the wall, cracking it.

Breathing heavily, he felt the rest of the tears in his eyes threatening to break as he fell to his knees. Tears began to stream from his face, mixing with beads of sweat as Damian clutched his sides. Wails of agony and whimpers of sorrow reverberated throughout the halls, filling the previously joyous gala with a sense of.... emptiness.

"I can't..." Damian managed to say, between breaths. "Why did you-.... Kent.. how could you..? After I finally opened up to someone.." Damian said, sounding defeated.

"No! Why did I... choose to finally open up?! Why the hell did I choose to trust.." Damian said.. tears streaming down his face as he grabbed lochs of his hair, tugging harshly on them "WHY THE HELL DID I CHOOSE TO LOVE." Damian spat like venom, before his furious growls turned to.. empty broken whimpers.

Damian stayed there, a shivering, whimpering broken mess. Falling over to his side, by some miracle he managed to cry himself to sleep, his arms around his chest, wishing Jon could be there.. there with him.. like they promised each other.... instead he was greeted with emptiness.. the cold... bitter.. void.

Damian stirred lightly in his sleep, tears still dripping when a figure flew through an open window.

The figure's gaze moved from left to right as it remained otherwise motionless in the air, seemingly trying to find someone.

The figure flew over to Damian, staring down a the broken mess of a boy, letting out a pained sigh. He felt his boots touch the floor, walking over beside him, he slid his back against the floor and sat down, his knees to his chest.

"Hey... wake up, sleepy head" the figure said sweetly, gently adjusting the stray strands of hair on Damian's face, though their skin didn't touch.

Damian heard the voice it was... familiar...

"Mmn...." Damian groaned, slowly opening his eyes, his eyelids crusted with dry tears. His vision was blurred but he could just barely make out a silhouette of a boy sitting beside him. The moon light shines through a nearby window, making it impossible to clearly see the figure from Damian's point of view.. but that voice... the messy hair resting haphazardly on the boy's head... he could recognize that silhouette anywhere.

"J-" Damian coughed, "Jon...?" Damian asked, his vision hazy.

"H-hey there, Dami" Jon let out a nervous laugh, his features still unseen.

"Sorry I'm late for the- oof!" Jon was cut off by Damian who had tackled him to the ground, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face into Jon's chest humming in content at the contact, but... something was different.. Jon was.. taller?

"Uhhh, Damia-" His voice was deeper. Damian broke the hug, pulling back and sitting up.

Damian could finally see Jon clearly... 3 weeks without seeing the boy of his dreams... seeing him now? He had a scar running down his left cheek, he was more muscular, dressed in Kryptonian battle armor and.. he looked.. older. Much older.

"Kent, what.. what happened?" Damian, reaching for Jon's face and cupping his cheek. Jon froze, his breath hitching in his throat before he willed himself to relax, avoiding eye contact.

"Haha.. remember how I said I was a little late..?" Jon said, looking anywhere but Damian's eyes, a fake smile on his face. "Yeah.. by that I mean... really late.. like- 7 years late." Jon said, a pained laugh escaping his lips.

Damian's eyes went wide at the remark. "" He asked, desperation in his voice.

"Yup!" Jon tried to sound peppy, his voice was.. deeper now. "But that doesn't matter, what matters is I'm here and we can-" Damian cut him off.

"Kent. Look at me." Damian demanded. And when Jon wouldn't oblige, he pushed the boy's face so they were facing each other. Jon kept his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, for me Jon." Jon didn't want to, shaking his head violently.

"Please.." Damian pleaded, and Jon finally complied. He couldn't resist his voice 7 years ago, and he couldn't resist his voice now.

Jon slowly opened his eyes, pained emeralds meeting tortured and regretful sapphires.

His smile broke, he couldn't lie to Damian's eyes. No amount of torture, training, beating or war could ever change that.

Jon began to cry, wrapping his boyfriend in tight embrace, careful not break him with his strength.

"D-damian! Y-you were right.." Jon cried out, tightening his grip as he dampened Damian's suit with tears.

Damian stayed silent. Hugging him back. Despite now being older, he was still the boy who broke the ice around his heart, the boy he fell in love with; and no power on earth or any other could ever change that.

"I never- never should have gone with my grandfather!" Jon's breath was heavy, his voice was pained.

"Shh.. shh.. Its ok, Jon. "Damian cooed, running a hand through the half kryptonian's hair, while the other returned the hug.

"I- I missed you..." Jon's voice hitched in his throat. "So.. so much..." Jon barely managed to get out between whimpers. "Damian...!" he cried, his eyes tightly closed.

"Its ok Jon.. I'm here now.." Damian said as he closed his eyes. "I'm here now..." he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes but he knew he had to be the strong one.. he had to be strong for Jon. So he held them back.

"Hey, Kent?" Damian asked, in as sweet a voice as he could.

"Y-yeah?" Jon said, sniffling.

"You.. still up for that dance?" Damian asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Y-you mean you still want to-" Damian cut him off, nodding, a smile on his face. He had a thousand questions.. but those could wait. For now, he had to be here for Jon. The way Jon was there for him.. all those nights ago.

Standing up and dusting himself off. He offered a hand to Jon.

"O-okay.." Jon took his hand, and at that moment Jon felt it. The spark he shared with damian, the fire he missed so much.. after all this time.. it was like feeling it for the first time all over again.

"What song?" Damian asked.

"Y-you already know the one." Jon said, his voice still shakey wiping away tears.

Damian smiled and nodded, choosing the song 'All about us' by He is We. They chose the song because it would be perfect for their first dance, for them coming out, proud to be in love with each other... that was the original thought.. its definitely.. different now, but why put all that planning to waste?

Damian walked over to Jon, grasping the boy's hand as the started to play.

(play the song while you read)

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!"

The boys said, as the song started to play, their words matching that of what they said last time they danced.. all those nights ago.

The boys moved slowly to the sound of the song, their eyes locked on to each other. The ball room was dark... but the light in each other's eyes was all they needed..

Jon turned his hand slowly, a cue for Damian who obliged and twirled, leaning away, their hands never separating as he pulled back, landing perfectly in Jon's strong arms.

"You've been practicing..?" Damian asked, impressed.

"Yeah, I have-"

"Ouch!" Damian yelped, Jon stepping on his feet.

"S-sorry, Dami" Jon looked away, blushing.

Damian smirked, feeling the heat in his cheeks. "Every bit as cute as I remember, Kent." Damian said, planting a kiss on Jon's cheek.

Jon touched his cheek, feeling himself smile, truly smile.. for the first time in years.

"Let's keep going." Damian said, bluntly yet sweetly, Jon giggled and happily omplied.

The boys danced the night away, despite all the time spent apart.. it was still them. Superboy and Robin, Damian and Jon. The unbreakable duo, the super sons. Bound first by friendship, now by love and nothing could ever change that. Nothing could ever break their special bond.

The bond of true love between two boys.

, I

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