Damian watched as Superboy came flying down from the sky but with a backpack on his shoulder. He grinned at Damian before rushing to the bathroom to change clothes and ran back out at super speed, "Hi! Ready to go shopping!?"

"-tt-, of course. Grayson is waiting," Damian stated, ignoring the thumping in his chest.

Jon smiled brightly and the two teens got in the car. Dick looked at them in the review mirror with a grin on his face.

At the mall, Damian looked at all the furniture choices and bed spreads. He hummed softly, it wasn't the finest silk quality like he was used to, but it would do.

He selected a black comforter with sheets to match, along with a silk duvet as well. He and Jon went to go look at decorations whilst Dick finished the furniture order. Which was the basics, bed, desk, closet, chair, nightstand, lamp.

"What if you got this?" Jon asked teasingly, he held up a door sign that read I'm not gay but my boyfriend is

Damian choked, "Oh my god, I can't get that!" He hissed but then chuckled, "Maybe we should give it to Grayson?"

"That is a perfect idea," Jon and Damian secretly bought the sign before picking out things that were actually meant for Damian. They ended up being mostly succulent deco and a light curtain that was in the shapes of stars.

At the end of the day they helped the furniture movers organize the room in the way Damian liked.

Jon finally decided to give Dick the sign which cracked Jamie up to no end, "Haha! He's right!!" He howled before setting up Damian's succulent shelf.

The moving and organizing was finally done. Damian decided he didn't want to change the wallpaper or flooring so he didn't have to wait to move into the room.

Jon plopped on Damian's bed, next to the latter. "So... hows your new room?"

Damian shrugged, "Its.... it's me." Was all he could really say. It really was him. His own space. All of it was his.

Jon nodded and did a bold move, he wrapped an arm around Damian's waist and hugged him closer with a smile in his eyes and on his mouth.

Damian gulped and turned red, he scowled, "Why are you getting so handsy, Kent?" He snapped.

Jon didn't move away, "because I find you incredibly adorable," he spoke shamelessly.

That caused a choked noise, "I-Idiot! You can't win me over like that!" He hissed.

"Ah, well, will this?" Jon gently placed his lips against Damian's I love smooth af Jon so sue me.

Damian's heart raced fast in his chest and he felt like he couldn't breathe, but it felt nice... his shoulders relaxed and he hesitantly kissed back.

Why would Jon want him? He was a murderer... an abomination...

With those thoughts, Damian pulled away as tears slid down his cheeks. He wasn't good enough. Not for anyone. Especially not Jon...