“Like you could do it better,” Jason retorts with a playful roll of his eyes as he stands from the bench; with weights still racked on the barbell from his chest presses, he smirks,

“Right, let me make it a little lighter for you, don’t want to break those skinny arms,” Jason teases with a playful pinch to their shoulder as he looks from the weights to his…friend.

Sure…friend could be the closest thing Jason could call them. They met a few months back when Jason was on patrol, a new vigilante caught his eyes as they lurked around Gotham. Everything about them enticed him, their attitude, their skill, their technique, and vice versa. The two got on like a house on fire; they got along well, worked well with one another, a quick synergy Jason was not used to, but quickly grew to like.

The more time they spent together, the more the obvious tension grew between them. So palpable the two could almost taste it in the air around them.

But…they were just friends, right? Yet, the way Jason was looking at them, the way his green eyes shamelessly ran up and down their frame was certainly not the way someone looks at their ‘friend.’

Jason moved to the plated weights at the side of the barbell, and cleared them, allowing for his ‘friend’ to weight it with their preference.

As they did, Jason’s hands fell to the hem of his workout shirt as he slipped it from his body and tossed it to the side. An act of vanity as he not so subtly showed off his stature, showing off his Y shaped scar, the muscles in his chest tensing as he showed off to them. Rolling out his shoulders and stretching his arms as he did, making it an obvious point that he wanted them to notice. When he caught his friend’s eyes, he chuckled,

“What? It’s just getting hot in here,” Jason said with a coy smile as he played dumb, and gestured to the empty bench, “Come on, let me see you rep your set. I’ll be here to spot you.”