The world of high school was shit. Complete and utter shit. Jon didn't know why Damian wanted to come to school with him. Being homeschooled sounded ten times better, but then again, Damian was full of surprises.

Jon woke up by the ringing of his alarm clock. He threw his legs off the bed, figuratively of course, and ran for his closet. Damian would be starting school with him today. He was nervous yet excited. Nervous, that Damian would hate it and become more depressed. Excited, that he would get to spend even more time with his lover. The school had it so that Damian had every class with Jon.

The teen shuffled through his clothes and decided on denim jeans, a blue and red flannel, and his red converses of course. He barely messed with his hair since it never cooperated with him anyways.

He turned off all the lights in his room and grabbed his red drawstring bag before leaving his room and bounding down the stairs. Lois and Clarke decided to move to the outskirts of Gotham so that Jon could be closer to Damian. Though Clarke kept their farm and stayed there for a few weeks at a time for his job, as superman and as a reporter. Lois stayed in their new home with Jon.

Jon hummed softly at the smell of muffins. "They smell so good!" He complimented his mother as he took one and bit into it.

Lois grinned. "Glad you think so, you better hurry up. Alfred called and asked where 'Master Damian' should meet you." She mused.

Jon nodded. "Okay, I'll call him back on my way there." He said and took another bite before rushing out the door.

Damian groaned heavily as Dick gently shook him awake. Ever since they found out about Damian's problems, they only babied him and hardly ever let him out of their sight. Damian felt grateful they cared, but he felt like it was too much.

Dick shook Damian again and Damian finally woke up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What do you want, Grayson?" He asked annoyed.

The eldest brother laughed softly. "Waking you up for your first day." He answered cooly.

Damian perked up. "Oh yes, I haven't forgotten." He snipped before shooing Dick out so he could change. He slid off his clothes and sighed, looking into the mirror. He wondered what Jon even saw in him...

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and put on green skinny jeans, a yellow undershirt, and a black hoodie. He slipped on his black checkered converses before rushing down the stairs.

"Young Master Damian, Jon called back and said for you to meet him at the main entrance by the vending machine." Alfred informed the angsty teen.

Damian nodded. "Very good, Pennyworth. Shall we head out?" He asked him as he tied his shoes for like the twelfth time that morning.

Alfred rose a brow. "Wouldn't you like something to eat?" He asked him, adjusting his bowtie.

"No. I'm not hungry. Let us go." Damian commanded as he headed for the door.

"Whoa, lil bro. You got to have SOMETHING in your stomach. Just take a fiber one bar at least." Dick said with a smile.

"Fine. But only the-"

"Double fudge one, I know." Dick handed Damian the bar. "Now off you go! An adventure starts now!" He cheered.

Damian rolled his eyes. "You are so dumb." He said and took a bite of the chocolate-y bar, getting into the car along with Tim and Jason.

"Ready for your first shitty day?" Jason asked with a snide smirk.

"Jason! Knock it off." Tim hissed and smacked Jason's arm.

"OW! That hurt you dick!"

"Stop bringing Dick into this."

"I wasn't! You are!"

Damian rolled his eyes at their bickering and stared out the window, watching building after building pass by.

Soon the three boys arrived at Gotham High. Tim and Jason ran off to find their friends, leaving Damian all alone. Damian sighed heavily as he walked through the courtyard, looking around for his boyfriend.

He kept getting stares and whispers as he walked. Did they know? Did they hate him? Are they disgusted by him? The poor teen was feeling a little insecure and gnawed on his bottom lip.

"That's Damian Wayne!"

"OMG! He's so hot and rich."

"Ooh! I bet if we talk to him now we'll have first dibs~"

"He looks so mysterious... nice!"

Damian frowned and glared at everyone whom looked upon him. He glanced around and saw a familiar head of messy black hair. A small smile tugged at his lips as he ran forward and grabbed onto Jon's arm, hugging it to his chest. He didn't care that it was PDA. He only felt comfortable around Jon and Dick. 

Jon gasped at the sudden weight on his arm but smiled once he saw Damian. "Hey, Dami! You doing okay?" He asked.

Damian puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. "Everyone keeps staring at me and whispering. I hate it." He muttered.

"Well that's what you're going to have to deal with, since you're a Wayne. And a major league cutie~" Jon flirted with a wink.

The shorter boy's face turn red. "You idiot..! You can't just say things like that in public..!" He rambled.

"Oh well, here, I'll show everyone you're mine. Okay?" Jon said to him, sliding his hand into Damian's as they walked down the halls.

"Yeah... sure.... Okay..." Damian held onto Jon's hand tightly, like it was is life support.