Jon was gaping at all these expensive clothes that had been set on mannequins. He kept excitingly pointing and talking about how cool the mall was.

"Jon, please stop," growled Damian.

"Well I'm sorry, 'mister I'm a billionaire and I've been everywhere in the world'," said Jon. He then stuck his tongue out.

Damian abruptly stopped when he realized what Jon said. "Wait, you have never entered a mall?"

Jon looked at him and nodded 'yes'. "I've just lived in the same little town my whole life. Most of my clothes are from thrift stores."

Damian sighed but continued walking. He realized how different his life was from Jon's. Damian didn't even have to go out to get most of his clothes, since his father was a billionaire.

He was surprised about how happy Jon looked. If he had to live Jon's life, he would surely die within a day. He continued to walk with Jon by his side. "Then how did you acquire your Superboy costume?"

Jon sheepishly smiled at Damian. "I may or may not have bought my sweatshirt from a second-hand thrift store."

Damian growled. "How the hell are you supposed to fight criminals with attire you bought from a thrift store?"

"Well, I am half Kryptonitian," said Jon. He childishly stuck his tongue out at Damian.

Damian sighed. "Since you probably have never even bought any type of suitable clothing, I am taking you shopping."

Damian grabbed Jon's arm and dragged him into an expensive looking store.

Jon gratefully smiled at his friend. He blushed a light shade of pink when he realized that Damian was holding his arm. He quickly hid is blushed and snapped back into reality.

Jon gaped in awe at all the suits surrounded around him.

"Do you even own a single tuxedo?" asked Damian.

Jon looked at him confused. "Why would I ever need a tux?"

Damian sighed. "Let's get you one for you then."

Jon beamed at him. They proceeded to walk to the more smaller sized tuxs.

Jon randomly picked one and checked the price. "HOLY MACORONI 3000 DOLLARS!"

Most of the people in the store were rich, so they shot Jon a disgusted look. Whispers were heard throughout the store, obviously about Jon.

Damian shot them all a glare that would have put Batman to shame. That immediately silenced them and people stopped staring.

Jon, however, did not notice any of this. He was still freaking out over the price.

"Damian, this is so much! How the heck am I gonna buy this!" exclaimed Jon.

Damian immediately shushed the younger boy. "Relax, my father is Bruce Wayne. If he wanted too, he could buy this whole mall."

Jon gasped. "I can't ask you to buy this for me!"

"I'm going to buy you a tuxedo, wether you like it or not alien! So shut up and go try it on," growled Damian. Jon stared at him with uncertainty. Damian growled louder and ushered Jon into a changing room.

Damian patiently waited for a couple minutes. He continued to wait, for what felt like a decade. He sighed and stood up. He knocked on Jon's changing room.

"What's taking so long Jon?"

Damian didn't get a response, but he heard grunts of pain instead. He immediately tensed up. "I'm coming in."

Damian yanked the door open and closed it after him. He looked at Jon and blushed crimson red.

Jon was wearing the dress pants, but the top part was a whole other story. He had tried to put on both parts of the suit at the same time, but had epically failed. Instead, the tux was one-fourth of the way on, exposing much of Jon's skin.

Damian immediately turned his head the other way.

"Erm, Damian? Can you help me?"

Damian blushed even harder, but took a deep breath. He didn't know how much longer he could control himself around Jon. He slowly turned around and made his eyes look at Jon.

Damian just ended up blushing even harder. From his view, he could basically see all of Jon's naked upper-body. He gulped down his emotions and walked over to Jon.

"Start by undoing whatever the hell you did," ordered Damian.

Jon tried to take off the tux, but found himself in a predicament.

"Um, it won't come off...Can you help me?"

Damian's face grew even more red. Jon had no idea the effect he was having on Damian.

Damian grunted in reply.

He proceeded to untangle Jon from his clothes. He actually did a pretty remarkable job covering his blush. After a couple of minutes, he finally pulled off the tux. He smiled, finally victorious.

Jon sheepishly smiled at him and mumbled "thanks".

Damian moved back to the other side of the room, silently debating what to do. However, he couldn't stop himself from staring at Jon's chest. He didn't know what he found so attractive about Jon.

Even though Jon was Kryptonian, he still had a pretty small build. Damian knew that Jon was taller than him, but Damian definitely had more muscles than Jon. He, in fact, had a six-pack; unlike Jon, who had a scrawny torso.

Whatever it was, Damian found himself staring at Jon's chest. He started to walk closer and closer to Jon.

"Damian?"

Damian ignored him and continued to walk toward Jon. Jon looked at Damian with fear and started to step back. After a couple of seconds, he ran into the wall. His eyes darted across the room, trying to find an escape from the situation.

Damian was approaching closer and closer. Soon, he was only an inch away from him.

"Damian? What's going on?"

Damian ignored him again and softly touched Jon's bare chest. He traced circles on Jon's body, making sure to take in the feeling of Jon's soft skin on his fingers.

Jon blushed pink, but let Damian continue what he was doing. He enjoyed the feeling of being touched by Damian. Both boys were engulfed in a comfortable silence. Damian continued to press his hands on Jon's chest. He slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss on Jon's bare torso.

Jon continued to blush as Daminan was lost in his own world. He pulled back and leaned in again, this time kissing the side of  Jon's neck.

"Damian," gasped Jon. He was shocked. He had no idea that Damian felt this way about him.

Damian slowly leaned in for the third time, this time inching his lip's towards Jon's. He softly latched his lips onto Jon's. Jon froze in shock. He had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Damian sensed the discomfort and grabbed both of Jon's hands and pinned them above his head, trapping him. Now Damian knew that Jon couldn't escape.

That wasn't exactly what Jon had in mind. Nevertheless, Jon kissed back, with as much passion as Damian. Both boys hummed in delight. They finally were able to express the feelings that they had both felt all along. After a minute, Jon pulled back, panting. Damian, however, still looked as calm as ever.

"Damian," gasped Jon.

Damian stared at him with loving eyes. Jon smiled at him, with a real smile. Not one of those fake "picture" smiles, but a smile of genuine happiness.

Damian looked into his light blue eye's, and he knew that Jon was the one. He knew that Jon would never ever leave him. Best of all, he knew that Jon truly loved him.

"Damian, does this mean that we are..."

"What the hell do you think?"

Jon smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

For the first time in a long time, Damian felt happiness.