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There was a knock on Damian's door and at first, he was happy for the distraction. Being bedridden was extremely boring and gave him very little to do but then he remembered that 'normal' kids like Jon usually had school during this time, so instead of a small dash of joy, it would be an annoyance.
"What?" He called to the door, unwilling to get up and open it, causing himself pain, for someone who he doesn't even want to see.
The door opens, revealing Jason. It's... odd. Jason doesn't often make an appearance around here, and when he does, it's more often than not to argue with Bruce. "Hey little bro," he grins.
Damian fights a shudder, it's oddly uncomfortable, not knowing why he's even there. "Why are you here, Todd?"
Jason moves closer, smirking all the same. "I heard my poor little bro broke a leg. I wanted to check up on you."
He's not even trying to be convincing. "In actuality, I broke my femur, not my leg. Not that it matters, because that's not why you're here."
Jason clicks his tongue, "no, no it's not."
"So why?"
"I was just-" he started laughing and Damian scowled at him, crossing his arms. "I was just wondering how it- pfft," he laughed harder. "No I can't do this."
"What." Damian growled, angry, annoyed and mostly just wanting to sleep in the absence of being able to do much else.
"I can't believe you broke your leg during sex!" Jason laughed out loudly, no tact. Damian's body betrayed him right then, flushing a dark crimson. "I didn't know you were so breakable, Dami."
"Get out of my room," Damian growled, looking away.
"Aww, you're embarrassed, that's adorable. How did it happen?" Jason clicked his tongue again, "Dick wants to know."
Then all three of Damian's adopted brothers seemed to be in the room. Damian scowled deeper. "How did you find out?"
"So it's true!" Dick exclaimed, "I thought Kon was fucking with us for sure."
Damian blinked, cursing Jon in that very moment for telling his brother, who probably told Tim, who probably told everyone in the world.
"How'd it happen? I'm actually curious." Tim stated and Damian looked away, body still betraying him with an obvious flush.
"Fuck off, all of you. Get out!"
"Sorry, no can do. How did it happen?" Jason insisted and Damian wanted to turn around, slam his face into his pillow and whine. He was gonna kill Jon, boyfriend or not. It was bad enough talking to Father about why his femur was broken, nevermind all three of his brothers simultaneously making fun of him for it.
"I am not telling you that, it is personal. I would suggest you get gone before I-"
Jason laughed, "before you what? Waddle over here?"
Tim slapped him over the head, "Jason!" He hissed, "we said we weren't gonna be too mean."
"It's his own fault for fucking too hard," Jason rolled his eyes.
Dick wafted his hand at his brothers, like they were being ridiculous, which Damian agreed with. "I'm actually curious though, Jon's such a sweet little guy, how'd he break your leg-"
"Femur."
"- during sex?"
Damian flushed again, looking away, debating on whether telling them would be better or worse. It's not like it was his fault or that he was easily breakable, Jon was just Superman's son. Which, Damian honestly should've expected this. Maybe it would be better to tell the truth, maybe the teasing would stop if they knew it probably wasn't what they thought- though that might've been the most naïve thought Damian's ever had.
"Well?" Jason asked.
"I am not- ugh. Will you leave if I tell you?"
"Sure," Tim said, though Damian was unsure if to believe him, but he was tired, embarrassed and just wanted to sleep.
"We were... having intercourse when he forgot about his strength, his hand on my femur squeezed too hard and it broke." Damian huffed, "happy?"
"Very," Jason smirked.
"Now leave you nethanderals, I wish to be alone."
Tim left, and while Damian might argue with him most of all, he was ever grateful that he was the one to stay the most out of peoples personal life- wait, he was the one that had told Dick and Jason- nevermind.
"That's kind of adorable-" Dick said and if he could, Damian would reach over and punch him, or maybe throw the birdarang that was sitting idly on his nightstand.
"Kid got so excited he broke a bone," Jason snorted.
"I mean that's super cute- why can't Wally ever do that?"
Jason raised an eyebrow, the two seemed to forget that Damian was even there, he wasn't sure whether to be grateful or horrified that he was forced to listen in on this. "You want Wally to pop your bones during sex?"
"Oh shut up- if anyone here would enjoy that, it would be you."
"Uh, no thanks, if Roy ever even tries I will break his neck."
"He did not mean to!" Damian said suddenly, bringing the attention back to him, "it was an accident, and I do not want to hear about your sexual escapades, so leave!"
A quick look was shared, "aww ~ Dami, don't be embarrassed, it's okay." Dick was reassuring, though Damian was having none of it.
"I am not embarrassed!" He hissed.
"Besides, it's not like we told anyone, only Cassie, Starfire, Beast Boy-"
Damian didn't know whether his face was heating up in frustration and anger or embarrassment and shame, probably both. Dick whacked Jason upside the head. "What the fuck? Why does everyone keep doing that today?"
"You told people?!" Dick hissed.
"Uh, of course? Chance to embarrass cocky little brother? Yes please."
"We said we weren't gonna do that! We were only gonna embarrass him a little and then leave- Jason!"
"Like you don't find this amusing."
"... okay, maybe a little."
"Get out!" Damian finally shouted, fed up with his stupid 'gang' of adopted brothers.
"Okay, okay, chill little man-"
"I am not a 'little man'. When I can walk again I will cut off both of your heads! Drake's too! And Kon's!" And maybe even Jon's hand for telling Conner.
"Okay, shit D, calm down-"
"Out! Out! OUT!" The Teen Titans would be so much worse, Damian knew. Jason and Dick got out of his room pretty quickly after that and Damian threw his hands over his face, groaning out his embarrassment and turning over to pathetically whine in his pillow.
A few minutes later, Jon flew into his room by window, doing his usual after school checkup of how Damian was fairing with his thigh. Though instead of the small, usual, frown he got, there was a scowl and murder in Damian's eyes. "Uh, hi?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
He chuckled awkwardly, "oh, I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
Damian's mouth twitched, like he found that amusing, but his scowl stayed plastered on. "Very."