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“Ugh!” Jon groaned as he lost against Damian in the racing game they were playing. Again
“Ha! I told you, Jonathan. No amount of training will ever make you beat me.” Dami boasted.
Jon let his controller drop into his lap, whining as he rubbed his face, "At least turn some music on, it helps me concentrate.”
“Jonathan, why would I ever give my opponent an advantage in battle?”
“C’mon Dami, we aren’t actually opponents.”
“Fine. Why on earth would I give you an advantage.” Damian corrected himself.
“Honestly there’s no point – you’re half kryptonian, and still with your enhanced senses can’t beat me.”
Jon chose to ignore the latter part of that sentence, “Duh, because I’m literally your best friend, and you do nice things for your best friend.”
Damian scowled, “Tt- you are not my best friend, more like just a close acquaintance.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Potato-potahto.”
“No, this is not potato-potahto, this is a matter of my dignity-”
“Dami, you are sooooo deflecting,” Jon interrupted, sitting up to cover Damian’s mouth with his hand. A move he knew might make him one-handed, but he was willing, despite the risk. “Just play the music. Or are you afraid that a bit of music will make you lose?” He added the last part with a devilish smile, knowing that would convince his best fr- close acquaintance.
Damian huffed, “Tt- fine.” He opened his phone and played the most recent classical piece he was listening to. Jon was setting up the next game when he heard the pianos and violins beginning the orchestra.
His eyebrows scrunched as he turned towards Damian, “What is this?”
“Music?” Damian replied, setting his phone down.
“Dami, there’s no way I’m listening to whatever Leanardo Di Caprio sang like a billion years ago-”
“First of all,” Damian interrupted, rubbing his temples at the Kent’s stupidity, "Leonardo Di Caprio is the actor, not the historical figure I believe you were referring to. Secondly, that would be Leanardo Di Vinci, who isn’t even a musician-”
“Potato-potahto.” Jon interrupted.
“Hayseed, you cannot just keep saying ‘potato-potahto’ for every thing you believe is semantic.”
“Lalalalalalalala.” Jon said, covering his ears, “I can’t hear you!”
“Jonathan, you are acting like an impertinent child!”
“Let me play some real music!” Jon said, reaching across Damian to grab his phone.
“Fine, if you insist that it is so important.”
Jon flashed Damian a grin as he began scrolling through his phone for a song he found appropriate. He stuck out his tongue between his teeth as he searched, and after about thirty seconds, the sound of trumpets echoed from the phone speaker.
Ladies up in here tonight.
“Farmboy, are you really playing Shakira?” Damian deadpanned.
“Hey! It’s much better than whatever violin thingy you were playing!”
No fightin’.
“See, Dami. Even the song’s telling you not to fight!”
“Tt-”
“You sing the guy part, I'll sing the Shakira part!”
“Wh-?”
“Shut up, your line’s coming!”
Shakira, Shakira.
“Sing!” Jon insisted, standing up on the bed and dragging Damian up to, making him roll his eyes.
I never really knew that she could dance like this,
She make a man wanna speak Spanish.
Damian mumbled along the lyrics to the song until the following line.
“Como se llama.”
“Si!” Jon shouted, jumping on the bed.
“Bonita.”
“Si!” Jon jumped again.
“Mi casa.”
“Shakira, Shakira!” Jon thrusted his hands in the air, ready to sing his part.
“Oh, baby, when you talk like that!” Jon sang as he pointed towards Damian.
“You make a woman go mad!” He dramatically fell onto Damian, who begrudgingly held him to prevent his fall.
Jon closed his eyes as he sang with his whole heart, pointing randomly with his hands.
So be wise (sí), and keep on (sí)
Reading the signs of my body
Jon thrusted himself back onto his own feet and grabbed onto Damian’s hands to spin him around while jumping.
I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie (no fightin', no fightin')
And I'm starting to feel it's right
He let go of Damian’s hands, who just let himself be dragged by the boy at this point.
“All the attraction, the tension.” He dramatically pointed between themselves, then grabbed onto Damian’s shoulders and shook them for while singing the next part,
“Don't you see, baby? This is perfection!”
“Jonathan, I do not know the lyrics to the next part!” He managed to shout over Jon’s loud singing.
“It’s okay, just mumble whatever you want, it doesn’t matter!” He yelled back, singing the wrong lyrics himself.
Hey, girl, I can see your body moving.
“And it’s driving my insan-crazyy!” Jon sang, correcting himself at the last moment.
Seeing Jon mess the lyrics up made Damian’s lip twitch upwards ever so slightly.
“C’mon, Dami! Dance! You attend so many galas, don’t you know how to party?” Jon said in between his singing.
“Corncob, that’s formal dancing, not… whatever it is you are doing.”
“Aw, c’mon. Formal dance then!”
“But I need a partner.”
“I’m literally your crime-fighting partner, I think I can be your dance partner as well!”
“Tt- fine, place your hands on my shoulders, I’ll lead.”
Jon did as Damian said, half paying attention and half just vibing to the song.
And everything's so unexpected, the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shakin' it (let's go)
“Dames, sing, you know this part!”
Damian rolled his eyes, spinning Jon around on top of the bed and singing with a bit more enthusiasm.
“Never really knew that she could dance like this!”
“Yeah!”
“She make a man wanna speak Spanish!”
“Uh huh!”
“Como se llama!”
“Si!”
“Bonita!”
“Si!”
“Mi casa!”
“Shakira, shakira!”
By now, both of the boys had completely forgotten about their game, and had partially forgotten that they were supposed to be dancing formally. Instead, they were giggling and spinning around, Jon screaming his heart out to the lyrics, while Damian just tried to keep up.
They were so involved in their intricate dance that they’d not even noticed the presence of another person there.
“Master Dam- oh.” Alfred stopped when he realised the boys were dancing. He quieted himself immediately, hoping he hadn’t ruined the moment. Luckily, neither seemed to notice. Alfred chuckled to himself as he pulled out his phone to record their dance.
“I'm on tonight, you know my hips don't lie, and I'm starting to feel you, boy!” The boys sang in unison as they let go and Jon started jumping on his own, forcing Damian to join him as well.
“All the attraction, the tension.” Jon sang as he dramatically pulled Damian closer, who even smiled at his partner’s antics, despite his lyrics being wrong
“Don’t you see it baby, this is perfection!”
“-si es perfecto.” Damian sang at the same time, louder in an attempt to correct Jon’s horrible memory of lyrics.
Jon grinned despite being corrected, still holding onto Damian’s wrists. The song kept playing, but he grew tired after his energetic dancing and flopped down on the bed, accidentally dragging Damian on top of him.
“Oof.” Damian landed with a grunt, partially on top of Jon.
Jon laughed, “Sorry!” Which earned him a playful swat from Damian as he rolled away.
After that, the two just lied down next to each other, panting heavily as the rest of the song continued.
By then, Alfred was long gone.
Jon turned towards Damian, “See, wasn’t that so much fun?”
Damian offered Jon the smallest of smiles, which Jon would happily cherish, “I suppose it wasn’t horrible.”
“You had a great time!” Jon cheered.
Damian rolled his eyes, but there was no denying the small grin that graced his lips.
Batfamily gc:
Alfred: uploads video of Jon and Damian dancing
Dickwing: OHMYGOSH ARE THEY DANCING TO SHAKIRA THAT’S ADORABLE!
Jaybird: this is cute and all, but what’s that part of jon dragging damian?
Timmytimtots: im so playing ts at their wedding.
Steph: AHAHHAHAHAHA i never thought DAMIAN and SHAKIRA would be in the same room together LMAO
Cass: me neither *string of crying emojis*
Ducky: am i the only one concerned about what jay said? And tim.
Dickwing: WAIT i just saw what jay and duke mentioned WHY DID HE POINT TO EACH OTHER WHEN HE SANG TENSION WTF?
Daddybats: Dick, no swearing.
Dickwing: B DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT THE KRYPTONION IS IMPLYING WITH YOUR CHILD!
Daddybats: I do. I already have the kryptonite ready.
Jaybird: I’ll get my guns ready.
Dickwing: infusing my sticks w kryptonite rn.
An hour later
Babydemon: I SWEAR IF I FIND A SINGLE PIECE OF KRYPTONITE NEAR HIM!