Cuz it was gonna happen....

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Damian groaned. He hated attending these stupid charity balls. He knew that his father had to, to keep up the image of the Wayne's; however, he didn't understand why he had to go, at all. Nothing interesting ever happened at these stupid parties.

Damian sighed again as he sat in the limousine, with his suit and tie on. The worst part was the people that attended the balls. They weren't interested in donating to charity, they were only interested in either getting money from or sleeping with Bruce Wayne. He hated those kinds of people.

"Cheer up Damian. These Balls aren't bad, they are a good way to donate to Charity and keep up our daytime personas," remarked Bruce, already waiting in the car.

"Wrong. These Galas are the biggest waste of our time," grumbled Damian.

"Well, I invited Clark and his family."

Damian's face lit up. That meant that Jon was going to be there. He almost smiled at that. His angry attitude disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"Then perhaps it will be enjoyable."

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Damian grumbled as he looked around the room. So far, many people had attempted to make conversation which him; however, he had completely rejected them all. There was only one person embedded in his mind. He glanced around the room, for about the millionth time. He turned his head and finally found him; Jon. Damian stared at the sight in front of him.

Jon looked absolutely handsome in a suit and tie.

No, handsome wasn't the word. Jon looked beautiful. Damian slightly blushed, but shook it off. He walked up to Jon, at the fruit punch machine. Jon appeared to be fumbling and struggling to use it.

Damian walked up to him and sighed. "Require assistance?" Jon slightly jumped and turned to look at Damian. He immediately broke into a smile. "Maybe?" Damian gently grabbed the cup out of his hand and correctly used the machine. As he handed back the drink, there hands slightly brushed and Jon blushed red.

"Cute," thought Damian. He internally smiled to himself, but kept his stoic expression on the outside.

Suddenly, slow music began to play. All the couples in the room started to hold hands and slow dance. Jon stared at everyone in awe as he set down his cup and grabbed Damian's hand. He then dragged them both to the middle of the ball room. "Let's dance together Damian!"

"Absolutely not." Damian grumbled some profanities under his breath and attempted to break free of Jon's grip. But, then again, Jon was half-Kryptonian. "Fine. Only because I don't want to be the cause of a scene at this social event," grumbled Damian. Jon smirked in victory and took the lead. They slow danced as people stared at them. They probably thought that they were gay or something, but Damian didn't care. He continued to slow dance to the song with Jon in front of him.

Jon went for Damian's hand, and slowly intertwined their fingers. Damian blushed and looked away as Jon softly laughed. Nonetheless, he continued to dance with the alien in front of him. At one point, Damian gently rested his head on Jon's chest, surprising them both. Jon let out a small, cute gasp, but continued to dance with Damian.

Both young boys continued to dance the night away, saying nothing at all. They just simply enjoyed being in the presence of each other, holding hands and dancing.

They just simply loved to be together.

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Sorry for the super short one-shot! The next one will probably be longer!

Okay, I just saw Teen Titans The Judas Contract, and it was AWESOMEE!!!!!!! But there was a certain relationship **cough cough** that I was a little grossed out at...
~ILuvChoc0LAte