Nanda Parbat
Friday, 6:09 AM
Three Days After Damian Got Kidnapped

"I did what you said." Damian says through gritted teeth "Now let Eli - me go." He was going to slip up and say Elijah, but he caught himself before he could.

Ra's smirks again and Damian snarls, teeth showing and his grandfather just laughs, using his index finger to crook his grandsons chin upwards so he could look him in the eye.

"Elijah will be fine, Damian, but the question is; how far will you go to protect him?" He inquires and Damian growls, but doesn't break eye contact.

"Elijah is important, I can't stand for one of the people I care about die because of me."

"So you care about Elijah?"

"I never said that."

"I'm certain you just did." Damian knows that already, but it slipped out. He's denying it. Elijah means nothing to him.

...right?

"One more person to assasinate and both you and Elijah can go. Fair?" Damian wants to yell at his grandfather, but he was a man of his word, so he goes with it.

"Who must I assasinate Grandfather?"

Ra's shows him a picture of a girl he's sure he's seen before, but can't really remember correctly. His memory snaps back into place and recognises this as the girl who had originally asked him out on a date back in College.

"... Alright."

***
Gotham, Wayne Manor
Monday, 2:45
Four Weeks After Damian Was Found

"Wow..." Jon lets out a breath and Damian grunts "It's like you've never slept with someone before, don't be daft."

"Dames, I slept with my best friend, you, billionaire playboys son who seems to be dating my dad." Jon tries and Damian rolls his eyes  "Jonathan... Can we not talk about that?"

Jon simply laughs and rolls over so he's back on top and grins down at the red faced Damian.

"Sure Dami."

"Hey Jon are you and Dami --- OH FUCK!!!" Jason seems to have walked in on the wrong time and he covers his eyes "I am so sorry, fuck can't you lock the door when you do this stuff."

"You should've knocked." Damian says and Jon tries his best to cover the shorter one of the two with his larger built "Get out Todd." Jason was already gone.

Damian rolls his eyes and sits up, bringing Jon along with him and rests his head against the headboard, making Jon sit at an awkward angle, with one knee digging into Damian's own and putting pressure on his left calve.

"What're you ---" "We aren't done yet."

---

"Dami." Jon groans when Damian latches onto his neck again and holds Damian's wrists "Your dodging my questions."

"I never agreed for this to be a fuck and answer session." Damian answers and hooks onto the folds of Jon's muscular hands "So stop asking."

"Damian." Jon tries to empathize on his name but Damian is still unaffected "Damian wait."

Damian lets out a frustrated whine and looks Jon in the eye with the signature bat glare.

"What is it now Kent?" Jon sighs and brushes back Damian's sweat ridden hair "Dami, we have to talk, Dick called me over so I can get answers."

"How many times shall I tell you?! You wouldn't understand!!" Damian finally cries out, pushing Jon away completely.

Jon gently cups Damian's cheek.

"And how many time will I tell you, help me understand." Jon says patiently. Obviously that was the wrong choice of words.

"Get out of my room, this instant, Grayson called you here that's lovely, go have fun with him!" Damian hisses, eyes narrowing down to slits and Jon swore that he could see his hues gleaming.

"Damian I didn't mean it like that." Jon says, exasperated and throws his hands up and over his head "You know what? Fine, I'm going down to get us something to eat, and maybe we can have a civil conversation. OK?"

Damian doesn't reply so Jon asks more firmly "OK?" Damian nods.

What's up with him?