Jason was a muscular man, it was very very obvious. His Biceps were huge, thighs. and oh dear lord, that chest. Sometimes it made an OF model look flat. Sure, he was a bit insecure about it since he had so many scares from being The Red Hood. But it always was a treat when he decided to go shirtless.

He never caught onto your staring, which was crazy since you'd be blatantly staring with no shame. Straight drooling over it. God, if you were him you would have noticed and knocked some sense into him, but alas, you weren't blessed with those beautiful specimens.

One day, Jason asked you to help him train, Mostly count his sets and be a weight. Sounded easy enough, is what you told yourself before he took off his shirt, and then his tank top. You were totally staring.

Jason though, for the first time, finally seem to noticed. He raised a brow in confusion "...Are you staring at my chest?"

Your face went red as you looked between that glorious chest and his beautiful face.

"Yes."

Poor Jason wasn't expecting you to be honest, he choked on air when he heard your response. "Wait what?-"