Lenny's Blog: SuperSons Part 3

Damian jumped away from the Joker’s homemade projectile that would do untold damage if it hit him.

“Ha! Come on, don’t you wanna know what my Joker Bomb would do!? Not even a little!?” Joker played his face straight at the end, just to burst in laughter right after anyways.

Damian grimaced, his goggles on and in full uniform, but moving around a little too light for comfort. If he realized Joker would be here, he wouldn’t come here so unprepared.

“Haaiyaa!”

Damian saw Jon flying up from behind Joker, and Joker ducked right before Jon would have caught him. Damian cursed and grimaced. Why give away your advantage!?

Jon stumbled to the ground, Damian watching him closely from the distance between them. Damian studied Jon, who was moving slower than usual. Damian watched as Jon stood up, his jeans with iconic rips and being held tight against his legs. They hugged him, and Damian saw a rip in his shirt, displaying more skin but that isn’t what Damian focused on. Damian saw purple shoes flying through the air and breaking through the air between Jon’s legs. Without any warning or hesitation, Joker kicked Jon in the crotch as hard as he could. The force of the kick was brutal, raising the young superhero off the ground.

“Jon!” Damian screamed, watching the trainwreck unfold in slow motion.

The impact was loud, a meaty THUD echoing as a result. And Damian’s worst fear was confirmed as he heard it and watched Jon’s reaction to the brutal low blow.

Jon did not have his cup on.

Jon’s fingers went down to his crotch as Joker pulled his foot out. Jon screamed out in agony, his fingers clutching from underneath his unprotected testicles. His face clenched as he fell over on his knees, head to the floor as he lay curled over in a tight wad of agony, writhing on his knees and twisting in pain. This was the worst Jon’s ever gotten it in the balls, bar none.

“Hahahaha! Oh, how perfect! Kicking a kid in the balls is one of the best ways to spend an evening. Oh, it’s especially lovely when you just know they didn’t expect it at all. Really makes me feel special.” Joker explained as he danced over in his iconic green and purple suit. Hair slicked and neon green, face pale and lips red as blood. He grabbed Jon’s hair and lifted his face up. Damian’s stomach sunk as he saw Jon’s face.

Jon was squinting, eyes watering and mouth hanging open in abject agony. His hands were buried between his legs and weak gasps escaped his flickering lips. Eyes, baby blue open and looking through the world for help as they danced around in his skull before rolling into the back of his head.

“Awkkk! Ohh…nnaaaaggh! Ahh!”

Jon started squirming in Joker’s hands, his body twisting and hands still clutching at his sore testicles.

Damian jumped out of his stupor and ran at Joker. His red and black uniform tight against his body, green tights containing his strong legs, and cape holding pace as an artform as Damian approached Joker, who is always threatening the Wayne family.

“Ha! You’re too late, your boyfriend is already out of commision!” Joker cheered as he pushed Jon to the ground as he jumped back to put distance between him and Damian.

Damian stopped by Jon, but kept his eye on Joker as he checked his friend. Jon was whimpering on the floor, his legs squirming under his cape. Damian pulled Jon onto his back, as he kept his eye on Joker, as Joker stood there, fixing his tie and smiling at The Boy Wonder.

“Don’t waste time with people who hold you back. Consider it advice from Uncle Jokey :).”

Damian turned back down to Jon and held his head, and ran a hand over his stomach, his gloves going over Jon’s ripped shirt.

“Jon, be careful! Why would you take it off!” Joker’s eye raised at hearing the name Jon. That’s new information.

Damian cringed, realizing his mistake. “Gah, be careful and wait for your moment!” Damian grunted as he pushed and jumped past Jon on the floor.

Jon groaned and opened his eyes as he felt Damian’s movements around him. He moved slightly through the pain in his lower body. Every movement made him feel more sick, his globes bruised from the kick. He coughed fiercely as he turned to his side.

Damian swung at Joker, who backed up and laughed at Damian’s strikes. Loudly, Damian yelled as he swung and tried to take down Joker with his quick, fierce attacks that are second nature to him.

“Like father, like son! Yawn.” Joker exaggerated, infuriating the young Boy Wonder. Damian was already emotional from Jon and seeing Joker here, who knows exactly which buttons to press, made matters worse. He knows he should call for help, but he can’t connect to the outside from here. He’s the only thing stopping Jon from being left entirely alone with Joker. He won’t let this turn into another regret in the Wayne name.

Damian went for a clever kick catching Joker off guard, but Joker reacted perfectly, even if coincidentally. Joker leaned back and fell under his weight as Damian kicked out towards Joker, letting Damian carry some distance over. Damian immediately looked down at Joker but Joker was already in action. As Joker fell, he threw a fist out and aimed it straight up between Damian’s legs. Under his tunic and into his tights, Damian Wayne felt his balls getting uppercutted by Joker.

“UNGH!” Damian let out, pulling his strong thighs together and bending over. It felt like he was struck by lightning in between his thighs and he couldn’t believe it.

“Oooh, right in the bat purse! Is that where you keep your bat jewels? Haha!” Joker laughed, his hand pulled back in as Damian stumbled forward and fell to his knees. He bent over, shocked and unable to breath. And then suddenly, an uncomfortably familiar pain erupted within him. A pain he felt for the first time a week ago.

Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he clutched his sore balls with his gloves, wishing desperately he could hold them more delicately and directly. Something deep and internal begged Damian to protect his orbs at all cost. The pain was traveling, becoming much more. He grimaced as his stomach cramped and he kicked his legs weakly under his cape. Damian groaned as he felt pressure on his back and a warm, musty breeze in his ear.

“Ooh, do you need me to ask Daddy to drop off an ice pack?”

Damian grunted and swung his hand out to the side he heard the taunting voice. But all he felt was air, and a laugh. He felt his head grow lighter and he felt sick as he moved. His head went back to the floor and he stretched out.

“Or, or how about big brother? Maybe he can drop off a cup for you?”

Damian curled up harder and tried to get off his knees, but he fell under the pressure of the pain he was experiencing. He whimpered uncharacteristically and writhed, pulling at his orbs and hoping to support them enough to let him get up.

“Or how about the red one? Maybe he can remind you what I can really do?”

Damian clutched the ground, not wanting to give Joker any satisfaction. Damian didn’t need him to know he was getting to him, and he didn’t need him to know he wanted to throw up right now.

Joker didn’t wait anymore and kicked Damian in his stomach, his boot going under his cape and lifted him up. Damian coughed up, spitting out as his eyes strained as he rolled onto his back. A hand to his gut as he felt like a flipped over turtle. He gasped loudly and choked on himself.

Then Joker walked up and stomped on Damian’s solar plexus, pushing all breath he could out of him. Damian pulled his hands up to Joker’s boot before Joker raised his boot again. Then, Joker stomped down again, but this time between his now open thighs. His heel digging in first.

“AhHHhH!” Damian cried out, thighs clenching together and pushing on Joker’s calves. But Joker dug his heel in, like he was crushing a cigarette.

Damian felt his balls and dick getting twisted under Joker’s boot, and it was vile. The pain just did not stop. It was cruel, brutal and louder than any physical pain Damian’s felt before. All he knew was this digging, sick, bursting agony emanating between his legs and he needed to get Joker off before his balls popped and the pain killed him.

He used all his strength to try and push Joker off his groin, but he was hopeless as Joker took a foot off the ground and put all his weight on Damian’s balls. Damian choked loudly and shook under Joker’s weight, with Joker putting his hands out like he were flying, and using his other foot as a tail to balance him out.

“Haha, I’m a fucking ballerina! Kid, you see thi-”

Damian grabbed on Joker’s jacket and pulled him back, thankfully relaxing the pressure on his balls. He gasped out and covered his balls desperately. The pressure was off, but the pain was still deep. He could barely move but he had to try and crawl away, but Joker approached him.

“Ah, there’s some fight. I thought I was playing on easy mode! Tell me, how much more do you think we got until I go home and take a nap? It’s tiring to abuse children.”

Damian, using his thighs to try and ease the pain in his groin as best he can, was desperately putting distance between him and Joker while also checking his utility belt for anything he can use to help him escape. He desperately wished he didn’t waste equipment earlier; he wishes he didn't fuck up like he did. Damian isn't used to defeat and he was getting outmatched by Joker's cruelty. He and Jon are screwed and it's all Damian's fault.

While Damian regretted, Joker stomped the back of his head, pushing him into the ground. Damian groaned and whined as he squirmed, pushing on Joker’s foot.

“Come on, come on! Just make it easy for me. I’m getting old, it’s not so easy to punk kids anymore.” Joker said as he held his back and looked around. Joker laughed as he did, seeing something important.

Jon was watching from a distance and getting back to his feet. He seemed to be in a better state than before, but still clutching his groin as he watched. Joker laughed and spoke up.

“Jon, is it? Is it really true? Everytime you get hit in the balls, you get a little weaker? Your own personal Kryptonite shards are between your legs? Hahaha! Ohh, that’s too good! Have you told daddy dearest that his son is weaker than he is? Does Dad know, Jon? Does he know of your biggest weakness?”

Jon grimaced as his eyes started to burn up. Joker gasped out and reached down, to pick up Damian. He held his forearm against his neck and held him up, hiding behind the smaller teen.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! I’m your best friend who hates you and hates that you’re better than him! Please, don’t hurt me like I wish I could hurt you! Don’t do it! Bahaha!” Joker madly laughed as he hid behind Damian and watched Jon’s reaction to his taunting.

Jon grimaced, his eyes burning and screaming out as his eyes exploded in a beam of red, but aimed it up at the ceiling, breaking through the roof with a loud explosion.

“Oh shit!” Joker said, pulling on Damian and making sure he’s covering him in case of any debris. Damian looked up at the ceiling and saw the explosion that Jon just made in awe, and gasped as he saw a chunk come flying towards him.

But Jon flew at him and pulled him, and unwillingly Joker too, out of the way and threw them to the side. Joker and Damian rolled together until Joker let go and they hit the wall next to each other.

Jon flew towards Joker and grabbed him by the hair, and pulled on him. Joker laughed as Jon did, and looked at him, breaking his laughter for a moment before getting caught into a louder, more deranged fit of laughter.

“Hahahah! Oohohohoo! You, you’re great, this is great! Oh, fuck you’re so scary kid. Hahah! Okay, okay wait! Ah, wait!”

Joker put his hands up as Jon raised him up and started to charge up his laser eyes again.

“Your dad would be so pissed if you killed me like this! You know that, right?” Joker said, trying not to laugh but not able to keep a straight face. He was cowering on his knees in front of Jon as Jon’s hand tightened on his hair. His face wincing inwards as the pain hurt him, and he watched Jon’s eyes in anticipation.

Jon grimaced, his eyes burning and skin tightening. His mouth clenched in pure anger, eyes bulged in hatred and the red of his eyes disappearing, giving way to his watery blue. Jon's hand clenched tighter on Joker’s hair, threatening to rip the hair off his scalp.

Joker laughed and sucker punched Jon in the balls immediately after seeing the lasers charge down. Jon screamed out and bent over, hand still clutching Joker and pulled his legs together. His eyes rolled and body weakened, but he refused to let go of Joker. The pain was sudden and traveled, but he tried to stomach it, his other hand pulled into his bent stomach, right above his groin.

Joker laughed and saw Jon’s legs clench together, a triangle of meat bulging between Jon’s thighs under his hand, and took the opportunity before it became out of his hands. Joker threw his hand at Jon’s meaty triangle and gripped onto it, latching his long fingers around Jon’s meaty pieces. Joker clearly felt Jon’s young, elastic dick and his two testicles in there and shamelessly clawed at them.

Jon screamed bloody murder as he bent inwards and tried to fall away. Joker used the opportunity to squirm from Jon’s hand and push him down to the ground. He grabbed his cape and pulled it back in a big motion, detaching it from Jon’s shirt. He turned around and threw it towards Damian, who was getting up off the floor.

Damian rolled in the cape, but struggled to escape from it. He tried to find which way was out, and which was in, but he was helpless as it got pulled off him from an outside force. Damian looked around in preparation, but didn’t see anyone. He looked around, up and below for signs of Joker, but couldn’t find him. But he saw Jon on his knees, hand clutching his crotch and wincing, sitting on the side of his legs and one hand keeping him up. He looked like he was posing, his hand clutching his jean clad bulge and shirt rip getting bigger. Jon’s hair was wet and clinging to his forehead as his eyes were wide in experience. He looked around and his eyes puckered when he saw Damian.

“Behind you!”

But it was too late. Joker already jammed his knee up between Damian’s legs and caught the boy wonder in his groin once again. Damian's mouth bugged out, coughing out with the impact of his swelling testicles receiving another low blow. It felt like they pushed up into his body, his tights offering no protection as they were crushed under Joker’s brutal knee.

The pain exploded in his testicles, bringing down the boy wonder. He collapsed to the floor, losing all his fighting spirit and all his shame. He clutched his crotch hopelessly and gasped, kissing the floor in shock of the pain. Damian's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Joker laughed from behind him. He pulled on his cape and took it off also, watching Damian’s short, writhing body on the floor. He choked and gasped on the floor, a fish out of water. He even started to dry heave, losing his lunch as well as his energy.

“Ha! Oh, he looks like a worm! Even the last Robin didn’t look like this. Well, that’s probably because I had him tied up. But that just takes away the fun, you know? It’s better when they can really squirm. Don’t you agree, Super kid?” Joker asked as he threw the cape away and quickly approached Jon.

Jon’s eyes started to turn red again but Joker kicked Jon’s head before it got that far. The kick dizzied Jon more than hurt him, but it’s true. The more he gets hit in the balls, the weaker he gets. It’s like getting hit in the balls unleashes more and more kryptonite into his veins, weakening all of him.

“And what did I say, about that nephew? Superman would never forgive you for killing scum like me! The Bat too! They need me to come around and keep you guys on your toes! Here, let me help you.”

Joker pushed Jon onto his stomach and pressed on him hard. He kicked his thighs apart quickly, eyeing a bulge between his thighs and kicked his shoe into it, slamming hard into Jon’s bulge. Jon screamed out, his butt getting pushed into the air, his jeans hugging his frame and highlighting it as he got pushed up to his toes. Joker kept his foot up and made sure to keep Jon up on his toes, ass up in the air, screaming from the ground.

“See, on your toes! Ain’t this fun!” Joker laughed as he balanced Jon on his own shoe, by kicking his balls up over and over again. Jon flailed, his hands reaching up desperately as Joker continued to abuse his balls. Jon’s never been in such helpless pain before and he’s started to choke on the pain. It felt like there was a knife digging in his groin, and with each bounce the knife grew in size. His balls felt like they were shattering with each kick and his screams started to turn into sobs.

Joker let Jon fall to his knees with his legs spread wide and watched as Jon’s hands shot up to cover his bulge desperately. Jon rolled in and twisted, sobbing and clutching his balls and curling away. There wasn’t anything Joker could do but laugh as Jon violently sobbed in a ball. His sobs turned into coughing, and Joker was worried that things were about to get nasty.

“Oh no, don’t throw up. No one wants to clean up after you. Well, I suppose I could also let your future brother-in-law or someone come clean you up.” Joker mused as he stepped on Jon’s backside. Jon whimpered and whined as Joker did, but Joker didn’t pay it any attention. He was watched the hole in the ceiling of the building.

He saw movement come down it and he watched as he saw Robin come down through the opening. Joker laughed and put his hand over his eyes as a visor.

“Oh, wait, someone is already here to save the day! Wait, which Robin is this? There are so many and I just can’t keep up.”

Tim Drake fell down through the ceiling and rolled in, in his tights and bulging biceps, backed up with his cape and full arsenal. Green gloves and black tights, he looked around to gauge the area. He turned to Joker in disgust, standing up and clearly establishing himself as the strongest person here.

“Joker.” He spoke with a forced, deep voice. Joker laughed loudly at the attempt at intimidation.

“Hahah! Oh, my God. Glad to know where little Damian got his big boy voice from. Oh, sorry.” Joker said, shaking his head and feigning respect. “Please, help me. And which one are you again? You’re not the one I killed, are you?”

Drake grimaced, his features betraying his attempt at a poker face. “I’m the one that’s going to finish you!”

Joker turned his head as he backed up, considering. “Oh, well that’s what they all say. You’re not doing a good job if you’re trying to be memorable. Oh, wait, wait!” Joker shook his hand. “Didn’t you come out of the closet recently? Good for yo-”

“Enough! No more games, Joker!” Tim Drake exclaimed as he threw a batarang at Joker, who fell back off Jon. The batarang hit the wall behind him, sticking in without much room to doubt what would’ve happened if that hit Joker’s head.

“Oh shit, don’t kill me now!” Joker yelled out, putting his hands up as he scampered up to his feet.

Tim ran with a staff and went to strike at Joker, who moved back and yelled out in concern.

“Watch it, watch it!” Joker exclaimed as he still wasn’t taking this seriously. “I was just about to leave, watch it!”

“You’re not going anywhere Joker!” Tim continued as he jumped towards Joker with his staff. Joker fell to his backside, just barely escaping Tim’s staff strike by scotting back. Joker quickly grabbed the staff as Tim pulled back, helping him get off the floor inadvertently. Joker pulled back but Tim predicted this and pushed himself in with a flying kick, which Joker barely got under in time. He fell to the ground, letting go of the staff then rolled away with his hands up.

“Wait, wait! I need to tell you what I did to Damian if you’re going to save him!” Joker said.

Tim pushed the stick at Joker’s throat and held eye contact with him as Joker stared back. His pale expression, pissing Tim off beyond words as he stared at him. He wasn’t laughing at the moment, which made Tim concerned. What was he hiding?

He looked at Damian, who was curled up on the floor, cape off. He had a hand between his legs and the other head. Tim looked back at Joker quickly, who hasn’t moved yet, but raised his eyebrows as Tim saw him.

Tim looked at Jon and then Damian in quick succession. A pit in his stomach opened as he looked back at Joker.

Joker raised his head and puckered his lips as he spit a powerful, hacking loogie at Tim’s eyes. Tim yelled out, swinging the staff but missing Joker. Tim couldn’t see but continued to swing the staff as he was blinded, but had to pull a hand up to get the spit out of his eyes. He grabbed the heavy phlegm from his eyes and flung it away, but not before Joker struck.

Joker used his height to his advantage and rocketed a kick between Tim Drake’s legs from maximum distance, slamming into Tim Drake's testicles. Tim coughed out and buckled, pulling his body in as the sudden and unexpected attack rocked his system. Tim bent inwards, his hair hanging as Joker grabbed his stick and used it to raise Tim’s hands up over his head.

With that. Joker sent one more kick between Tim’s legs, causing this Robin to cry out. His testicles getting slammed into his body for a second time. Deep, guttural agony erupted and exploded in his lower midsection, pulling Tim all the way down to the ground without hesitation.

Tim clutched his groin, feeling dizzy as his gloves pressed at and cupped his balls. They felt in tact but he couldn't be sure. He felt sick with his body flatly on the floor. His hands were between his strong legs, tights hugging his skin as he shook in pain. He moaned and shifted on the floor, opening his eyes but blinded by some spit still in his eyes and tears swelling up. Tim closed his eyes again, the tears pushing out and washing away some of the spit and opened them again. He saw Joker looking at him and smiling.

“Before I go, I want you to feel pride. Your balls were the 2nd biggest I kicked today. Hahahahaha!”

Tim put his head down and pushed up in pain, pushing hard against the pain in his groin. His legs crossed as he stood up, slender and strong body doing it’s best to stand up against the pain. He fell to the floor, his eyes opening wide and yelling out as he grabbed at his staff. He rolled to his side and predicted Joker’s attack, swinging his staff at him.

But the staff hit nothing. Tim opened his eyes and looked around. There was no Joker. In a sudden shock, he clenched his thighs together and swung the staff around him, but there was no Joker there either. Tim looked around, got to his feet and looked around, curled over and in tremendous pain as he looked around for Joker. But after a couple minutes, he started to believe that Joker really did escape. He sighed and used a free hand to cradle his testicles, which he knew were bruised now.

“Fuck… should’ve wore a cup.”

Time passed and Tim got to Jon and Damian who were both recovering and gingerly cradling their testicles. All 3 of them were ashamed, but Tim needed to know what happened.

“How did Joker catch you off guard? What happened guys?”

Jon had his head down and then looked up at Tim. He then turned to Damian who looked the most ashamed of them all. Jon turned back to Tim and cleared this throat.

“It was my fault, I-”

“No, you’re not saying that! Fuck!” Damian cursed out, to the shock of Tim and Jon.

“Damian-” Jon exclaimed before Damian broke in.

“No, stop. Jon. You’re not taking the blame when it’s my fault. I… I fucked up, Tim. I let my guard down and let my emotions get the better of me.”

Tim looked between Jon and Damian. Jon was looking at Damian with a soft expression. He reached out to Damian’s knee, but Damian pushed it away angrily. Then, he seemed apologetic and reached out to Jon.

“Sorry. But it’s my fault, Tim.” Damian said, holding Jon’s hand. Tim nodded.

“What happened?” Tim asked.

Damian sighed and took a moment before he pondered. When looked up he nodded.

…

“You go in through the top, I’ll start from the bottom.” Damian said to Jon. Jon shook his head.

“No need, we don’t know what it is. It’s better if we stay together, right?” Jon replied.

Damian huffed but knew Jon was right. But he didn’t want to be around Damian right now. This was the first time they really interacted since that night a week ago, and Damian felt a little weird looking back on it for a few reasons. He hasn’t looked at Jon in the eyes since they were informed they’d be investigating together. He hoped Jon hadn't realized.

“But… if you’d rather-”

“No, you’re right. Watch my back.” Damian said as he went ahead and Jon watched him from behind. He sighed and walked slowly, checking their surroundings and turning around. Jon groaned as he scratched his head.

“You know… I feel like this is going to be a nothing sandwich. But if I didn’t come, I’d be stuck doing homework. And I’d rather be doing anything else.” Jon said, scouring the dark building.

Damian was ahead, not saying anything but checking the surroundings intently, not looking for any distractions.

Jon puffed out his lips in boredom and quietly looked around too. He wasn’t sure if Damian was ignoring him or something else; Jon didn’t think he was though. Damian was just serious sometimes. But Jon couldn’t help but feel something was off.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jon asked.

Damian pretended he didn’t hear him as he looked into another room. After nothing, he headed up the staircase.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes, everything is fine. There isn’t anything in here so far-”

“Not like that. I mean… like. Is something bothering you?” Jon asked.

Damian said nothing as he checked around the corner. He stood still as he looked, and Jon peaked out over him.

“Did I-”

“Shut up and be quiet.” Damian insisted.

Jon cringed and shook his head. “Damian, come-”

Damian elbowed Jon in the stomach intentionally. It didn’t hurt at all, but it pushed Jon inwards and gave him the cue. He grimaced and pulled his head in, and looked down the stairs.

Now Jon really started to feel like something was the matter. He scratched his head and felt an uncomfortable pit in his stomach. He walked back up to Damian, quiet as he continued to peer out over the corner. He stood next to him and after seeing nothing, spoke up again.

“Listen, you can’t just-”

Damian pulled his elbow back to hit Jon again, but this time hit his cup instead of his stomach. The loud sound of plastic on bone echoed, and Damian turned around instantly and reached out.

“Shit, sorry!” Damian let out, reaching out for Jon who stumbled. He had a cringe on his face but shook his head.

“It’s okay. Power of the cup.” Jon tapped his cup with a forced smirk but Damian grabbed his hand after a knock, inadvertently tapping against it himself. With Jon’s fingers in his hands, he pulled them away.

“Shut up, don’t say that so loud. You don’t want to say that if there are enemies around.”

“Are there any? I’ve heard nothing this entire time.”

“Because you’ve been talking the entire time!” Damian said angrily. “Now-”

Jon stood out and walked past Damian to a better location in the large, empty looking room with scattered furniture. He used his x-ray vision to scan the room.

“I’m checking now. You know I have x-ray vision and am, like. Superman’s son, right? You can rely on me.” Jon said, a little hurt. Damian scoffed and turned to look down the stairs.

“Whatever. Let’s get this over with. I don’t like that I can’t radio anyone from in here.” Damian replied after quickly turning back, pushing Jon to the side and walking past him. Jon sneered at Damian, raising his hands in frustration, then groaning angrily.

“Ugh! You’re impossible!”

Damian ignored Jon as he went around, checking around the posts and investigating for anything out of the ordinary.

“You know. I never thanked you properly.”

“...You’re welcome.” Damian replied coldly. Jon grimaced and looked up, blowing some hair out of his eyes. His legs were spread and hands at his sides.

“You don’t even know what I’m saying thank you for, jerk.”

“I’m very helpful, insightful and you have a million things to thank me for.” Damian said, walking ahead. Jon looked down and slowly started to catch up to Damian.

“Yes. You’re great. I wanted to thank you for helping me train a week ago. It was… insightful, as you said. And it was honestly kind of fun too. We never trained like that.” Jon said tenderly.

Damian stopped in front of a pillar and sighed. He pulled his head up and waited before he turned around. Jon walked closer, looking around and wondering what he should say next.

“I… uh, sorry if it got weird. But I think it was fun and… after this, maybe we should train some more?”

Damian didn’t look behind him, but Jon could see the gears in his mind turning. Jon tried to wait for Damian to respond, but he was taking too long. Jon was starting to get nervous.

“And you don’t have to or anything, it’s not a big deal. I’m just… you know. W-We’re friends and everything, and… I’m… mmm…” Jon was rubbing his head as he looked away. In the corner of his eye, he saw Damian turn to him. Jon carefully looked back, impatient for Damian to reply.

“Okay.” Damian said, turning to Jon.

“Okay, what?” Jon asked, confused.

Damian sighed and looked around. Jon wondered what Damian meant. But Damian was cringing and looked away.

“Listen. I don’t feel like doing this right now. I’m honestly pissed and I don’t feel like talking or working. Let’s finish.”

“Pissed? Pissed because of what?”

Damian cringed and continued to walk away, but Jon grabbed his shoulder.

“Pissed because of wh-”

Damian was swung back by Jon’s grab and used the momentum to unleash some anger and slammed it up into Jon’s cup. It was a very hard hit and Damian yelled as he did it. Jon moved back and stumbled as the hit started to sink in. His eyes crossed.

“Because of this, now shut up!... Nrgh, sorry but I’m pissed. And next time we train, you should take that off.”

Jon stumbled to his knee and held his groin and looked up in pain at Damian. His words and actions, both striking the young superhero hard.

“What… w-why?” Jon asked, and Damian got angry at the question.

“I… I don’t know. I’m pretty pissed you won before, I think. I struck you down there a bunch and because of that… you could take more. But one hit to my balls last week and… I just lost. I… I know it’s stupid. But… it’s nothing.”

Damian walked away from Jon shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s finish this and go back so you can finish your homework, Jon.”

Damian explored the area slowly and carefully, not wanting to look back at Jon. He some shifting behind him, but knew it was probably just Jon. He heard the sound of something hitting a stack of papers, but trusted it was just Jon. He didn’t want to turn around, so he focused forward.

“Damian.” Jon heard.

Damian turned around and looked at Damian. Jon sighed and nodded his head.

“Let’s spar again, Jon. There’s nothing here. It’ll be fair this time.”

…

Damian held his head in his hand.

“It was stupid. You were stupid! I was fucking stupid. It didn’t matter and now… fuck.” Damian said, curling up and cradling his balls again.

“It hurts so fucking badly…” Damian said in a soft, breaking voice. It sounded like he was going to cry. Tim and Jon watched him carefully.

“Damian…” Jon said, but Damian didn’t look up at him or move. Jon put a hand on his leg and carefully tried to comfort him.

“Damian… you’re my best friend. It’s okay.”

Damian started to cry louder at this, and Jon put his head next to him and cuddled up with him. He held him and pressed his own thighs together too, getting comfortable. His balls were hurting too, so curling up felt natural to him too.

“It’s okay, Damian.”

Tim looked around, realizing he should probably give Damian and Jon some space. He felt some conflicted emotions. Angry, because this is fucking stupid. But also, touched. And happy for Damian. He wishes he had a friend like Jon. He wishes he had a relationship like that.

Despite the pain, Tim smiled as he adjusted himself and stood up. He decided to go search the area. Maybe Jon would want his cup back after all.