Jason Todd was the textbook definition of a nerd when he was a teen. He was scrawny, kinda on the unattractive side, short, and had zero confidence to defend himself against the kids that picked on him at fifteen. But after being resurrected, his body had… changed. Jason wasn’t scrawny anymore—he had more muscle than scars from patrolling, stood at 6’1”, and, most importantly, had that masculine aura that could make a girl fall in love way too easily.

You remembered him from high school, but only because your friend—his adopted brother—had introduced you two again. At first, he just stood there, tattooed arms crossed over his chest, biceps flexing without him even trying.

It was obvious he remembered you. You were one of the few kids who hadn’t made fun of him or pointed out how little muscle or height he had compared to everyone else in your grade. You’d also been his crush back then—but that was beside the point.

You just stared at him, wondering when the hell he got hot. Dick glanced between you two, clearly confused about the silence and the staring. “...Well, you guys can keep staring at each other while me and Kory go do something real quick,” he said, excusing himself as he went to find his girlfriend.

Jason let out a small huff after a few beats of silence. “You’re shorter than I remember,” he muttered, face neutral as he looked you over. He shifted from one foot to the other, that awkwardness from high school still lingering—even eight years later.