takes one to know one

They are always bickering, constantly. But the thing is that they are always looking at each other with heart eyes so you know it’s not that deep for them.

I think both aloof/slightly tsundere!Damian and also loverboy, head-over-heels-and-shouting-it-from-the-rooftops!Damian work, but I think it’s the funniest when Damian thinks he is being the latter when he is actually being the former lol

Damian loves to shower Jon with gifts. Expensive chocolates, the finest clothes, flowers covering every inch of Jon’s office (oh btw I hc that Jon becomes an astrophysicist or an intergalactic historian, that boy loves to research).. Damian’s favourite move is to excuse himself after dinner at a fancy place to “go use the restroom” but secretly go pay (he does not even have to do that, bro (Jon is CLEARLY not paying that bill (Jon is wearing a flannel shirt with a suit jacket))) (Jon is NOT escaping the sugar baby comments)

Jon was a bit uncomfortable with it because he didn’t want Damian “wasting his money” on him, until they were on a secret mission and Damian handed Jon a piece of sea glass that he found on their track. Jon realized that Damian just loves giving gifts and ever since he’s much more comfortable with the gifts.

They are also usually things Jon likes/wants: that new video game everyone is talking about, a hoodie he had been thinking of getting, a nice watch

Jon on the other hand brings Damian “souvenirs” from his travels: pretty pebbles from different planets, carved objects from interstellar markets, sweets from the future

Talking about sweets: Damian has (canonically) a huuuuuge sweet tooth and Jon loves to take him to street markets all over the world for sweet treats. Damian complains that he needs to look out for his sugar intake but he also loves these little adventures

Damian is always stealing Jon’s clothes. And he steals them once they smell a bit like him, so Jon will take off his hoodie and then look for it an hour later and not find it anymore. How did Damian even do that? They’re not even in the same place? Jon facetimes Damian and there he is laying on his couch in Gotham with Jon’s hoodie on.

Jon also likes to steal Damian’s shirts but he has learned that they are a bit too tight and short on him, so he will not wear them to work. He tried one time but not a single soul in that auditorium was paying attention to his lecture on the history of interplanetary trade relations, so yeah.. also Damian gets angry because Jon’s stupid shoulders, biceps and chest stretch out his clothes

I hc that Damian is the clingier and touchier of the two. Jon doesn’t need to touch Damian to feel his presence; it’s in the sound of his heartbeat Jon can tune into at any moment and in the air that is all Damian because Jon’s heightened sense of smell can help him hone into one singular scent. But Damian wants to hold Jon, needs to hold him. Jon’s solar powered heat is just so familiar, it feels like home.

They call each other “pal”, “buddy” and “dude”

But also Jon calls Damian “Dami”, “Dames”, “Honey” (canonically lol), “sweetheart”, “darling”, “baby”, etc.

Damian calls Jon either by his full name or “Beloved” or “my” + a noun: “my heart”, “my breath”, “my life”, “my love”, “my idiot”, etc.

Obsessed with the way you immediately clocked the one that was inspired by our conversation lol! Here’s the beginning:

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“I want a baby.”

Maybe exhaustion from fighting a frankly ridiculous mecha, that someone had had the brilliant idea of infusing with Lex Luthor’s consciousness 300 years from now, had gotten to Jon, because he was sure that he had hallucinated the words that had just left Damian’s mouth. But exhaustion-based hallucinations seemed like a problem that could either be solved or dealt with after the nap he had settled in for on the couch in the Fortress of Solitude.

So Jon replied with a joke: “Not tonight honey. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.” And turned to face the back of the couch in an effort to get some rest.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the sounds of Damian typing something into the supercomputer echoing through the icey hall. Then, Damian started to walk to where Jon was laying and reached down to where Jon’s phone had fallen on the floor. The silent tapping on the screen alerted Jon that Damian had been able to open his phone (which meant that Jon needed to change his password again). Jon opened one eye to peek up at where Damian was standing in front of the couch and complained with as much irritation as he could muster through the fatigue: “Seriously, can’t this wait?!”

“Of course,” Damian replied while turning the phone screen to face Jon, “that is why I have set up a meeting for us to discuss this on Wednesday.”

And matter of fact, there it was. A single, blue block from 2:30 to 4:00 pm in Jon’s calendar with the words in bold letters: “FAMILY PLANNING”.

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As for the premise: essentially Damian asks Jon to start a family completely platonically (the platonic part fails spectacularly)

I was thinking about what circumstances could lead to the conception of Alfred Wayne(-Kent lol) and how it would come about after we talked about the super sons children/grandchildren last year (which btw i am so fucking slow at writing as you can tell by how little i have for this one 😭 i promise some day this will be a full story!)

The funny thing about Woof is that I have all of the window dressing but none of the premise written so i don’t really have anything written that explains the title lol… But i’m happy to share the prologue:

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The first time Jon and Damian experiment with each other, it is Jon who asks for that first kiss. They’re on a rooftop in a random town while Damian is trying to find the lead to a case and Jon is trying to find himself. It is messy and toothy and far too clumsy but they each get something from it. For Jon, it is a calm that only comes from his best friend’s mouth. For Damian, it is a batch of butterflies in his stomach that serve as a nice distraction from whatever mess he found himself that evening. Jon flies off with a smile and Damian jumps down to kick some ass on another rooftop. It’s only normal that Damian has a detailed dream about Jon’s sweaty palms that night. It doesn’t matter, when Jon tells him that he found bliss in a boy he met at university a week later. Damian is happy for him.

Really.

Besides, Damian went out and got himself a girlfriend too.

The second time they experiment with each other, it is Damian who comes to Jon. He asks the taller boy for help in a very particular field. Damian’s freshly 20 and freshly out and terrified of bottoming. Not that he admits it; he is Damian Wayne, son of the Bat after all. But Jon has always been able to read his best friend by his pulse and the hitches of Damian’s breath. And he can tell that Damian is shitting his pants (proverbially because Damian being Damian prepared not only by douching but also by completely changing his diet for a fortnight to ensure that no accidents would happen). Jon is happy to help and take his friend’s anal virginity. They bicker through Jon’s attempt at rimming Damian (“That really will not be necessary. I am ready.” “Dames, stop being fucking stuck up and let me prep you.” “I have prepared eno-“ at which point Damian is interrupted by his own high-pitched moan elicited from Jon’s tongue pressing hard against his ring). When he finally pushes his cock carefully into Damian, Jon drinks in the absolute vision of perfection that is the shorter man flushed and breathless underneath him. And that vision lingers.

So much so that a week later Jon finds himself mindlessly flying from Metropolis to Gotham to Smallville to the Fortress of Solitude and back, restless from thoughts of Damian boneless under his touch. It’s an itch he is desperate to scratch again, the only thing holding him back are thoughts of boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.

It was a one time thing. If Jon asks for more, things are bound to change. What if they lose what they have? Jon could never risk that. Damian is his best friend. These are the sentences swirling in Jon’s head. Damian could be something else too, an insidious voice beckons to sin. A voice that reminds Jon of Damian’s soft moans and scarred skin under his touch. And as Jon is flying over Gotham again the voice becomes sweet as honey, as it tells him: What if the love of your life was right here?

So Jon turns and flies to Wayne Manor and taps on Damian’s window. Through the pane Damian looks like a dream. He is leaning towards his mirror and applying something to his face, his emerald silk blouse flowing and clinging to the shape of his upper body. Social pants framing the bottom Jon has been dreaming about for a full week.

Sometimes, Jon feels like he’s in a movie. It is moments like these, when the entire world slows down and his attention hones in on a particular millisecond. His heartbeat thunders through his chest and the shift of Damian turning to face him happens in slow motion, every strain of Damian’s muscle ringing like the strings of a violin in Jon’s ear. Damian faces him and Jon feels like he hasn’t taken a breath for years. As Damian rushes to the window Jon sees that he was leaning into the mirror to line his eyes with kohl. It makes the green in them much starker and his look is bright laced with a familiar mixture of impatience and annoyance. There is also excitement there and Jon deludes himself into believing it is because of him.

“What‘s wrong?” Damian hisses as he rips open the window. Jon feels silly; suddenly every reason for him to be floating out here has left his mind and he wishes he could just evaporate into thin air.

“Nothing,” he shrugs. “Just wondering whatcha doing?”

“Oh,” Damian replies, immediately relaxing. “You looked panicked. I thought there was an emergency.” He steps aside to let Jon float in. Against his back, Jon feels Damian’s sharp gaze analysing his every move as he climbs into the room. It’s the plush comforter on Damian’s bed that flushes Jon’s face with the heat of memories from what they had done a week earlier.

“To be perfectly candid, I was wishing for an emergency just before you knocked on my window.” Jon refuses to turn around and face Damian; his friend would be immediately able to read the reason for his flush on his face, and all courage had left him the moment Damian had opened the latch to his window.

“Really?” He inquired while fixing his attention on top of Damian’s dresser, where there was an assortment of perfume flasks, animal figurines and daggers.

“Yes, I was looking for an excuse to cancel on Matt.” Damian unlocked his phone and handed it to Jon after opening a dating app.

And Jon’s stomach drops, because Damian has become the hottest bachelor on Gotham’s Grindr servers despite having exactly one picture of half his abs and none of his face on his profile.

The third time they experiment with each other, they finally let themselves fall in love. Which is weird because it all starts out with a conversation about pet play in a warehouse filled with sexy animal costumes, leashes and buttplugs with tails attached to them. This is that story.

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2. You can hear it in the silence.

I like angsty shit and can't decide. They both sound like they're gonna rip my heart out. Pick the one that has more angst, please. 👀🪿

Oooooohhhh to be honest “Running Through The Halls” is MUCH angstier (and features temporary major character death 👀) but it will take a lot of set up to get to the angsty bit and I haven’t really gotten there yet…

I’ll give you a basic idea of what the themes will be:

A dark academia AU that takes place over the course of a year and happens mainly during their seasonal breaks. It’s much more of a coming-of-age story about legacy and grief.

The inspirations are:

Dead Poets Society (1989)

The Holdovers (2023)

Mona Lisa’s Smile (2003)

Gehenu Lamai (1978)

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale

E.M. Forster’s Maurice and Room With A View

If you are familiar with these works, you’ll notice that the “haunted” aspect is incredibly central in one way or another lol

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But since I only really have fluffy bits fully written for it, I’ll give you an angsty excerpt from the second work (You Can Hear It In The Silence) instead. Set in the future so Damian is Batman and Jon is Superman:

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“What are you talking about?”

Jon had never planned to confront Damian with the truth. Having the type of access Jon had to the microscopic, meant that there were many things he chose to ignore, either because they did not matter in the grand scheme of things or to preserve his own sanity. But he saw that as much as this would hurt, maybe the acknowledgment was what Damian needed to finally move on from him. Perhaps, this is what he had been needing all along. Thus, Jon said the quiet part out loud: “You’ve been in love with me for years.”

Even if Jon didn’t have supersenses, he would have been able to feel the immediate seismic shift caused by his admission. In front of him Damian was frozen; his gaze locked on some far off point over the edge of the roof. To the naked eye it simply looked like Batman was surveying his city, keeping watch as Gotham slept. But Jon could hear the tension pressing Damian’s jaw shut and the slow, measured breaths he took to calm his heartbeat.

“How long have you suspected it?” The question was fragile in a way that Damian only allowed very few things about himself to be. Jon had always prided himself in being given insights to the vulnerable parts of Damian, even if he had to scratch and gouge them out of the shorter man. Now, Jon had a feeling that following this conversation, that privilege would no longer be his. At least for a while.

Damian would not like what Jon was about to say, so Jon braced himself as he answered as softly as he could: “Since about a month after I came back from space.”

A normal person would not have picked up the hitch in Damian’s breath, but to Jon he was an open book. Most people were, when you could hear their heartbeats and taste their pheromones in the air. And at that moment, Jon could smell the particles of tears forming in Damian’s eyes under the cowl. With how well Jon knew Damian, those were tears Jon would not be allowed to see, let alone soothe.

“Then you’ve known much longer than I did”, Damian admitted with a shaky breath.

“There aren’t many secrets in the world when you can smell the change of chemicals the way we Kryptonians can”, Jon replied and tried not to stare at his best friend. He wanted to hold Damian, tell him that they would get through this but somehow that felt like rubbing salt in the wound.

Still, he felt the need to justify why he had never brought it up before: “I was sure it was just a crush and that it would pass.” He geared up to continue but Damian interrupted him: “It will pass.”

And with that Batman stepped over the ledge and swung into the night.

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