"That wasn't a very nice thing, what they did," Jon said finally. "Are you okay?"

Jon had seen everything from his table. The Justіce League's annual winter celebration had been in full swing. Damian had been pranked, lured under the mistletoe and encouraged to kiss an unsuspecting passerby. Damian had adamantly refused and stormed off. Everyone had laughed at his reaction; no one had really thought about the poor person they'd just dragged into their joke, who had quietly slipped out of the party, looking embarrassed.

The whole thing hadn't sat well with Jon, and he'd wanted at least say something. He'd found the unwilling prank participant sitting alone in one of the side rooms, away from the festivities, asked if he could sit, and then spent minutes in awkward silence as he tried to find the right words.

"I hope your night wasn't ruined by what happened back there," he added. Secretly, Jon was glad there had been no kiss. He also hoped his giant crush wasn't written all over his face. "Sorry, I'm...rambling, aren't I?" Years trapped in a living nightmare really hadn't done much for his social skills. The proximity and the flips his heart was doing in his chest weren't exactly helping either. "I can go if I'm bothering you. I mean, am I? Bothering you?"