#damijonweek

This has to be a mistake. He can’t be at the right place.

“There you are. I was beginning to think you have gotten lost… Again.”  Damian voices distract him from his stupor.

Jonathan looks at him. “Damian… What is this?” He asks motioning around them.

“This part is the living room.” The older man answers with a little smirk. He’s having way too much fun with this. “Come with me, I will show you around.” Jon shakes his head and goes after his boyfriend. If he has thought this place look big, he hasn’t any idea how huge it is. How someone might need a walking closet. It has anything, even a darkroom for his photography’s work, a private gym to train that Damian has assured him was kryptonian’s proof. There were so much is so custom features. There no way this is a coincidence.

The last room Damian show him it a secret one. The only manner to describe is that that was a bunker…. A small Batcave with all there Robin and Superboy equipment.

“Is that a zeta tube?” Jon asks looking at the piece of tech.

“Of course. How do you expect me to go back to Gotham in case of emergency? And your parents would probably appreciate having you for Sunday roast without you needing to fly all the way to Metropolis.” Jon blinks a few times as everything comes into place. Small elements he has overlooked because Damian was literally pulling around the penthouse: the art room, Pennyworth’s favourite cat tree in the living room, some of Damian’s sword in the gym and the fact there was just one bedroom.

His eyes widen as he looks back at his boyfriend. “We are moving together?”

Damian crosses his arm and stares away. “I know we have not talked about it before … but if you do not wish…” Jon flies close and stops him with a kiss before Damian can say anything more. “Of course I want, silly. You just surprise me.”

The older man blushes deeply and look in his blue eyes. “TT, that was the goal.” Jon laugh and cups his cheek softly. “All the work you have put in this… That is too much Damian.” He gently scrolls him.

Damian leans in his hand. “Nothing his too much for you beloved.” He whispers.

Jonathan lean in and kiss him again. The kisses become more heated by the second. Only when they were running out of air did they break it. He presses his forehead against Damian’s. “You know. That bed looks really comfortable. We should go try it.”

The older vigilant grins. “I was beginning to think you would never ask.” He whispers and pulls on his hand to guide him to the bedroom.

Their bedroom.