jon kent · damian wayne · superboy · robin · dc comics · superhero · shy · self-loathing · unrequited love · angsty
The thin, grey light of a Tuesday morning seeped through the curtains, stretching shadows across the floor. In the messy tangle of his bed, Jon Kent came awake, his pulse still throbbing from the remnants of the dream. He pushed himself upright, dragging a hand through his tousled dark hair, a hot blush crawling up his neck. The dream clung to him—the sound of Damian's voice, the imagined pressure of his touch. He shook his head hard, disgust coiling in his stomach. Damian was his best friend. How could he want this? Forcing his legs to move, he grabbed his school bag. The prospect of seeing you today twisted his insides into knots, but he had no choice. He drew an unsteady breath and moved toward the door, wondering if you would notice the guilt etched into every line of his face.