Here is Part 2! Thank you again to my anonymous friend who wrote the first one. I wouldn't have written this without his inspiration and help!
Part 1: So Much for Superboy
Damian’s mind raced the entire
night and considered how he could best help his young friend. Undoubtedly, this
is a sensitive topic in more ways than one. After a kick and a punch, back to
back yesterday, Jon was out of commission and needed to be taken care of and
carried to his bed. Damian realized how easy it might be for a villain to do
that to Jon, which is certainly a bad thing; Jon isn’t used to taking damage
and if he can be defeated so easily and the bad guys learned that… it wouldn’t
be good.
Damian thought and thought, and considered if he should really wait and talk
about it with Jon tomorrow. One side of him knows that playing soft and nice is
exactly the type of training that would lead Jon to getting taken advantage of;
and since he knows now, that he isn't as "Super" as his dad, it's
extra important to compensate for that. But at the same time, Damian knows that
Jon's his friend and he shouldn't push him to do anything he's not comfortable
with. Damian pondered for some time, but decided that he'll decide tomorrow after seeing how Jon is in the
morning. After all, Damian knows what makes him such a prodigy is his
flexibility and intellect. There's no reason to decide now, what could be wrong
tomorrow.
Damian let his mind wander and drifted to sleep without any trouble.
Damian woke up, shaking his head, groaning and stretching out in his sleeping
back with an “R” on it. His soft, smooth and trained arms stretched out,
pulling their sinew to their maximum as he turned his head and slowly opened
his eyes. Jon was sitting up in his bed, wearing his Superman pajamas and
crossing his legs as he yawned out. He groaned lightly, bent over slightly and
pulled a hand down to his package and rearranged. Damian could see the
discomfort on Jon’s face as he went through his motions. Damian started to
remember everything he thought about before he fell asleep.
“Damiaan… ugh. I’m still sore…” Jon grimaced as he stood up. Damian’s
eyes followed Jon's body, and saw stuff shift in his pajamas as he stood up.
“Your nuts?” Damian asked with a smirk on. Damian himself started to get out of
his sleeping bag. He still had on his black tank top and shorts. He pulled his
shorts down a bit as Jon groggily approached him. Wide open, Damian noticed. A bit careless, considering what they
both learned yesterday.
