Chapter Text
Let’s carve our names
In a heart on the ivory pillars of history. Maybe one day
They’ll chant our names. Maybe one day
They’ll paint us into the constellations and name
Galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
Divinity | a.c.
There was peace now.
Granted it took a while to get to peace, based on the laughable attempts declarations of war by the world’s top leaders. They were eventually removed from their positions and people that they trusted were placed in power.
They rebuilt the system that served the corrupt, starting with Gotham and then spreading outwards. Sure, they had to silence a few rebels, but eventually, people came to love them.
Worshipped them as gods.
Jon stood on the balcony of his home in Metropolis, gazing at the city below. Metropolis eventually began their official home and capital, rebuilt after his cousins declared war on him. They as well as their feeble army were slaughtered within a few hours. Jon shuddered, remembering the look of fear on their faces when he plunged his hands through their chests, ripping out their hearts.
He would have eaten them too but Jon had no taste for rotting flesh.
He turned towards the open window, seeing the bed empty. Ah, Damian was probably going to bathe by now. Jon swallowed, the memories of the war flashed within his mind. He sucked in a breath before releasing it, Damian was here. He was here and okay.
He was alive.
But Jon remembered when he lost him. The moments that would haunt Jon forever until the day that he would die. If he would die.
Jon watched Damian stab his father, hearing the man’s heartbeat for two moments before he heard nothing but silence. He preened, they did what their elders couldn’t do, they killed the Dark Knight of Gotham. They killed Batman, Bruce Wayne.
And the world will rejoice, Gotham will rejoice and they will rebuild.
Rebuilt her into whatever Damian would want. Gotham was Damian’s to mould into whatever he wanted and Jon would let him. It was his courting gift in the first place.
Damian would thrive.
He watched as Damian turned towards him, those jade eyes gleaming with pride and underlining lust bore into him. As if Damian was searching for his heart and soul. Jon had to smile, Damian would always have his heart and his soul. Of the two, Damian was much more divine than he would be, despite that he was sired from a human and an all-power alien. He watched as Damian’s express turned into horror, confused he looked behind him, seeing Bruce’s sidekick charge at him with the Kryptonite sword in his hand. For some reason, he froze in place, his eyes widening. He didn’t move, he couldn’t move. Suddenly, his body was pushed out of the way and he fell to his knees. Jon looked up.
Before he saw red.
Damian began to fall to the ground and that got him moving. With a loud cry of anguish, he blasts the Robin before grabbing him by the throat, his eyes burning red with rage. His anger only grew at the smug smirk the bastard had on his face. Jon gave a smug smirk on his face, though it was more sadistic. He patted Robin's cheek with one hand before squeezing his neck with the other. He wanted to bring him pain, he wanted him to suffer. He wanted to cut pieces of his flesh off and forced the other man to eat his flesh while he started to waste away.
He merely squeezed until the Robin stopped struggling and snapped his neck for good measure before rushing to Damian’s side, pulling out the blade, forgoing his safety. He didn’t care, Damian was more important. Damian was his everything , he couldn’t lose him. He couldn’t lose his love. Jon blinked back tears but eventually let them fall, Damian getting paler and paler by the second. He cradled Damian’s body close to his own.
“Damian...my love. Please…”
He heard Maya gasp behind her but he paid her no mind, his eyes were on Damian. His love turned towards him, his breath laboured as he reached out to touch his face with a smile. Just before his eyes glazed over and his arm fell like a stone. Jon couldn’t hear his heartbeat…
His heartbeat was gone.
Jon trembled, his bottom lip wobbling just before a hand placed itself on his shoulder. He turned, eyes ablaze, growling. He heard Dick mouth words but he didn’t hear them. Damian was dead...he was gone and the Talon had the nerve to ask about the war?
“Lazarus pit…”
He froze, “..W...What?”
Dick straightened himself, “There is a Lazarus Pit in here, just north of here.” The Talon didn’t get to say more, Jon took off flying, uncaring of the others. Damian was his priority, it always was. Damian had told him about them once, how they possessed restorative properties that can instantly heal injuries and even grant immortality. He explained that's how his grandfather stayed alive for all those years. He landed within a cave-like area, the smell hit him before he could hear the sound of running water. He walked down a narrow path, and before him was the pit. The smell was foul and it was more like a pit than a river. He waddled into the waters until he was waist-deep before carefully placing Damian’s corpse into the waters. Jon watched as his love was completely submerged in the water.
Once again there was silence.
Before Damian broke through the water with a feral cry, his jade eyes were glowing an eerie green. He looked feral, wild, a streak of white hair ran down his back when he turned to face away from Jon. Jon swallowed before reaching out to touch Damian before he hurt himself.
He knew about the effects of being dipped into the Pit, how the user is driven temporarily insane. He didn't care.
He had Damian back. Insane or not.
Maybe he has a thirst for danger.
Damian growled, bearing teeth and lunged to swipe at him causing them both to fall into the water. Jon grabbed onto Damian and broke the surface pulling the other man in his arms as he writhed and thrashed. He grabbed Damian's hands as they attempted to crawl at his face before he cupped his husband's face,
“Damian…Dami...it's me.” Jon held one of his hands to his cheek. "Damian, it's Jon. You're okay."
He wanted to say, 'You're alive.' But he kept that to himself.
There was confusion, Damian's eyes looked at him with awe and slight suspicion. Then his eyes moved to look at their joined hands. Bands of ring gleaming in the sunlight that dared to shine in the cave.
Recognition was in his eyes and Jon leaned in to kiss him, hard. They both wore the smell of blood and death like a cloak. They grabbed at each other, not getting enough of the other. The kiss started to get sloppy, tongue and teeth clashed between their mouths. Eventually, Jon broke away, panting.
“Be...Beloved?”
Jon sucked in a breath, the wind was knocked out of both of them. They collided again, hands gripping the backs of their tunics and their palms were pressed up and under their shirts. They held each other close, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin. Damian’s palms were on his cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears, the world seems to disappear around them.
“I’m here…”
“I thought I lost you.”
Damian sighed, his forehead pressed again Jon’s, “I’m here...that's the plan right? Rule the world?” Jon gave a watery laugh before pulling Damian even closer,
“You and me.”
It was difficult, getting pass the bursts of sudden insanity caused by the Lazarus Pit. Damian’s eyes were forever glowing toxic green stressed or expressed an intense emotion but damn if it wasn’t hot as fuck in the bedroom. Jon peeled himself from the railing of his balcony before walking back inside. A servant was there in his bedroom, carefully folding the sheets. They looked up, smiling a little,
“You will find your husband in the bath, sire.”
“Thank you.”
They both enjoyed having the day off whenever they could, having the others take care of things while they rested. Thanks to Jason entering Gotham, they had control of Damian’s father system: Brother Eye. Dick also maintained order within Gotham and had recently taken up cleaning up the grime in Bludhaven. He hummed, opening the door to the bathroom and shutting it behind him. He had made sure to have a grand bathroom when they were rebuilding Metropolis, and it took his breath away. It was regal with a touch of modern, the floor and walls were pure obsidian stone. Or some type of replica, Jon wasn’t sure, Damian was the one in charge of the remodelling. Golden accent decorations stretched out like veins on the walls and ceiling, forming a grand chandelier. Their bathroom had a large shower and tub but they both agreed for it to open into a balcony where there was a larger tub, almost like a pool.
Jon stripped down almost immediately, tossing his clothes into a hanger. He opened the large glass doors leading to the tub, it was close to sunset now. Red and black candle surrounding the pool, illuminating the red liquid and the person inside. Jon took a moment to just gaze at Damian's body. For the moment, his long hair was down over his shoulders, he could see the white streak of hair running down his back. The Pit had wiped away the majority of his scars, including the bite marks Jon had given him over the years.
It was fine, he had a fresh canvas to start over with anyways.
Damian sighed and turned over, his body language similar to that of a cat lounging in the afternoon sun, lazily eyeing Jon, red liquid dripped down his body in ripples. Jon smirked and stepped in, letting his body submerge into the slightly thick liquid, it ended waist-deep. He frowned at the scar on Damian’s chest, the only thing that the Pit did not erase as if it wanted Jon and Damian to be reminded. Jon said nothing as he closed in on Damian, fingers pressing into his cheeks, peppering kisses on his face. The other man squirmed in his touch, giggling before Jon rested his head on his shoulder.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes when Jon finally looked at him. Jon chuckled, rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip. “You know, I do.”
“I saw you this morning.”
“So?”
“Sap.”
Jon kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip, “Hm..I’m the sap. And who was the one who waited for me in the bath today?" He leaned forward, his palms flat on the edge of the pool as he heard Damian click his tongue out of denial,
"I am no sap."
“You forget I have super hearing, I can hear your heartbeat speeding up.”
He pressed up against Damian, reminding the other man that they were both naked. He listened to Damian let out a shuddered breath, before his hands trailed downwards, his fingers slick with the blood from the pool, lightly touched the other's cock. He pulled Damian closed, his body flushed against Jon's taller frame as he slowly stroked his cock. His fingers trailed against the veins, listening to Damian let out small whimpers and whines.
He wanted to hear Damian scream. Jon reached up, his thumb brushing against Damian's bottom lip, smearing a streak of blood. Jon nearly moaned at the sight of Damian sticking his tongue out of his mouth, licking a bit of blood on the side of his mouth. Jon leaned forward, pausing for just a moment, his eyes on Damian's plush lips. Damian chuckled low in his dark and leaned forward, his breath hot in his ear,
" Take what you want, beloved. My beloved ."
That sent Jon into a frenzy, gathering Damian in his arms, rising from the pool. Blood dripped down both their bodies as Jon carried Damian up the steps, his bloodied footsteps trailing from the edges of the pool to the bathroom as he walked. Servants moved out of their way and exited the bathroom, a tub of hot water has already been filled. All their servants knew they had no reason to hide it or be shameful of it. If a servant spoke out about it in ill-will well…
Their headless corpse would serve as a silent reminder and threat.
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Damian has sparked a fire within Jon, and he didn't want it to go out. He was gently set into the large bathtub, the now sticky blood turned the waters a crimson red. He squirmed, letting out a soft moan of ecstasy at the sight. Jon then grabbed him, pulling him into his lounging form. He let him, nearly falling headfirst into the waters if Jon hadn’t caught him. He purred as Jon ran his hand through his now wet hair before letting out a pleasured gasp as he pulled at it, tilting his head back. He trembled as feather-light touches ran across his collarbone and chest, Jon taking extra time to tease his nipples. His body started to heat up, both from the hot bath and his lust.
He whined, reaching out to grab onto his beloved’s shoulder, arching his back with a hiss as teeth punker his flesh. Damian writhed as Jon licked the blood away from the bite wound, grinning down at him like a predator playing with their food. He growled low in his throat, aching to let his mark on Jon, but alas the half-Kytronian’s skin was bulletproof.
And he would never dare to mark Jon with a sliver of Kryptonite.
Never.
“My love, my Dark Prince,” Jon murmured praises into the skin of his neck, pulling Damian to straddle his lap. “ My King .”
Damian sucked in a breath, his cock twitching underneath the water, “..Again...say that again.” Jon grinned against his skin, his fingers trailing down to his ass under the under, prodding his hole before pressing two fingers inside. Damian yelped, hiding his face in embarrassment against Jon’s shoulder. The evidence of their morning coupling was obvious by the squelching sounds from his ass. He moaned Jon’s name, rocking his hips down against the fingers just as Jon pressed another inside of him.
“You still feel so tight, my Dark Prince,” Jon purred into his ears, fingers pressing against his prostate, making Damian’s vision go black as he wailed. Damian cupped Jon's face, his fingers curling into his hair.
"My beloved."
Jon grinned, removing his fingers from his hole, swiftly pushing in with a second to waste. Damian whined buckling against the cock within him. He hadn't forgotten how big Jon was…
How thick.
"So deep…"
It's so deep.
Heavenly.
Jon rocked into him slowly, a vast comparison to how rough and quick he was this morning. Then he wanted to remember that he was alive, that Damian's heart was still beating. He moaned, rocking his hips in time with Jon's thrusts, their eyes locked together.
Jon leaned into his neck, mouthing words into his skin. Promises whispered into his skin as he started moving faster.
Damian threw his head back with a deep moan when he looked back at Jon, his eyes were glowing a toxic green. He looks wicked .
Jon pulled his head down for a deep kiss, "My heart...my heart will always belong to you. My Dark Prince...my Dami.. my blood ." Damian whined at the words, relishing in the warm praises.
Damian purred, "Truth is…you mean more to me than the world. The world you gave me....”
“I’ll be the one to destroy the world as you see fit, my love.”
They will break the world apart.
Tear it apart.
Pull it apart.
Obliterate it all till nothing remained but just the two of them.
Not even the dust would remain.
Damian gasped for air, crying out in ecstasy. Jon purred low in his throat, “Scream out your pleasure my love. I want to hear you cry out to the heavens.” Damian whined, rocking his hips faster, grabbing Jon’s hands from his hips, curling his fingers against his.
“Would...would you give me the heavens if I asked.”
“Yes, My King.”
Damian cried out, spilling his come into the cool bathwater, whining as Jon grunted, the rush of warm come inside of him was a welcoming feeling. He panted, grinning at Jon,
“I love you so..”
“Only you...only you.”
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He was stunning.
More beautiful than any earthly precious stone, even the ones on the planets he has seen in space. Jon had flashback memories of walking into the throne room as he walked up the jade-green carpet, lined with gold. His Dark Prince...his love Damian sat on the throne as he suited him. And he did.
He looked regal, like the prince that he was. Dressed in green and golden robes underneath his black armour and the two swords attached to his waist. His two panthers were on both sides of the throne, looking throughout the room, daring anyone to make a move against their owner. The throne itself...well...
Jon had fun melting down the one that Ra’s had sat on.
“The past needs to be burned to ashes so that better things can arise.”
“Like a phoenix?”
Damian grabbed his hand, “Precisely.”
“Jonathan.”
“Al Ghul.”
He knelt onto one knee, taking Damian’s hand and kissing it. Damian then stood, taking his outstretched arm, leaving the throne room into another room. A map of Gotham laid on the table, only it was elevated. Sculptured as a miniature version of the city that was now Damian’s to rule. They broke apart, moving on opposite sides. Jon hummed, his hands running across the table, nearly giggling as Damian did the same.
“My father’s family...and all the richest families of Gotham tried to make this city great. Tried to bend her to their will...like the Court.” Damian sneered, picking up a figurine. He frowned and merely tossed it the roaring fireplace, watching it melt with hooded eyes.
“We will make it better. You will make the city better.”
Damian hummed his agreement, they both met each other at the end of the table, overlooking the landscape. Jon turned to Damian as they both looked at each with a grin.
“Shall we begin, Beloved?”
He wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume
There is fire in his eyes
And ice in his veins
But you love him anyways
For he is a star
Burning with the light of thousand suns
(And your world is dark without him)