Damian's P.O.V 

"No, no no" I dropped the krypton as I slowly dropped to my wobbly knees. I reached out my hand and touched his cheek with my blood covered shakey hand. "Jon, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry just wake up" I stared directly at his eyes waiting for one of his eyes to move or waiting for my cue to break down. Seconds past and my drops of tears started to fall go on his S on his rigged jacked. I moved my hands to his chest and started to pump up and down.

"Come on!" I grunted as I placed all my strength towards his heart, just to get it pumping again, just to see him move, smile, laugh and to be here, to be alive. I could feel my sweat getting mixed with my tears as I just pushed harder on his chest. I covered his nose while my lips were placed on his to give him some air, just in case it'll work. 

Every time I placed my hand on his heart all I thought was how I did this... I don't remember, but I just know from the Krypton in my hands. 

three minutes had past and I couldn't continue to give him the CPR cause I was just crying so hard at this moment. My sobs filled the air as I plead for him to come back echoed. "Jon- please don't leave me.. I love you" I cradled myself in a ball and rocked myself back and forth, I did what every 13 years old would do if they saw death right in front of them, I was just some 13 years old who was scared of himself and sad for the one he loved. With all the smiles he brought me, I never knew he could bring me so many tears.

I felt a hot flash across my head as a pair of clown shoes were right beside me. The laughing of a maniac sent chills down my spine, I had so many things to say before I blacked out but all I could say was "Don't touch him.. please" With that, I grabbed Jons' hands and fainted.

Two hours later

The feeling of wet concrete on my cheek sent chills through my body as I woke up from my slumber. I placed my hand on my forehead to feel the blood that was dripping down. "Jon?... Jon!" I was still in my daze as I screamed out his name. Once I gained my focus he was nowhere to be seen.

I was in a dark cell with iron bars covering every corner of the small square, in front of me stood a man with dark black hair and a white strike in- wait... "Sorry kid you aren't gonna find any Jon in here, just me you and some cockroaches"

"And who are you supposed to be?" I grunted immediately while crossing my arms. My voice cracked in the middle of the sentence which obviously showed that I was not having the best day

"Well, I'm a better Robin then you so red hood" He had a smirky grin across his face while I looked at him in disgust.

"I should kill you right now but I think I killed enough for one day..." I crossed my arms and looked down. My tears started to form again.

"Don't cry little Robin, if you have issues wait till I break us out so you can talk to some million dollar therapist, that's what I did" He actually felt sincere until he scoffed at the end of his sentence.

"I killed someone, my best friend.." 

"Oh. sheesh. Um. You know my old best friend Arsenal we used to beat each other pretty good, but kill. That's pretty bad kid" the room grew awkward as silence flew around us. 

I looked at my surroundings again and once realized again that I'm kidnapped. This is probably my least problem right now.