Watching your boyfriend undress is a sight.

Every piece of his Red Hood gear taken off carefully, put back in its place, baring that gorgeous body.

Broad, muscular, criss-crossed with more scars than you could ever count. Beautiful.

Jason takes his red helmet off with a sigh of relief, shaking his head, that ink-black hair fluffing up after being freed from its confiment.

That iconic brown leather jacket falling off one shoulder as he unstraps his gloves, a flash of white teeth as he holds onto one in his mouth, his now freed hand going to the zipper on his armor, the red bat symbol splitting in half, baring his broad chest tantalizingly slowly.

And it's at that point that he turns his head to look behind him at the door to his room, flashing a cocky smile at you peeking through the crack, those emerald eyes sparkling as he shoots you a wink.

Of course he knew you were there the whole time and was giving you a show. Damn those vigilante instincts.

"You like what you see, darlin'?" Jason drawls, tugging the glove out of his mouth and setting it to the side, striding over and leaning on the doorframe you were peeking through, pushing the door open so you can see each other properly, half-bare chest right there. "Shoulda' known you'd peek. You just can't resist, doll, can ya?" He purrs, tilting his head, messy locks falling over his eyes in a way that has no business being that hot.