Batfamily x Reader stories

"Draw me like one of your French...boy" (Jason Todd x Reader)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/161400476353/draw-me-like-one-of-your-frenchboy-jason

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ?

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn't like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That's what friends were for. Helping.

-Great, thanks Jason. That's great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit...yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ?

-No. No thanks. I'm fine. Just a...little swift of cold wind that's all.

"Just a little swift of cold wind". Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that's what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold.

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat...

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies' man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone's number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn't really know why...Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said "no" to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ?

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham's park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn't help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil...Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by.

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch...right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you...God he felt uneasy.

The first thing he noticed was your unconventional beauty. You weren't the most beautiful women he ever met, but there was...an aura about you. There was that way you looked at your surroundings, as if you caught every details and engraved it in your mind. There was the way your (H/L) (H/C) hair were moving with the wind. And how you stuck your tongue out whenever your pencil would touch your sketchbook...

And you kept staring at him. To the point he came to you to ask what was up (he already knew he was doomed, because instead of feeling annoyed about that stranger that kept staring at him, his heart was racing) :

-Hum...May I ask what are you doing ?

-Well, can't you see, by Jove I'm playing tennis.

Confused. That's what Jason was. He wasn't sure he heard you right, because as soon as you spoke, your voice made him dizzy. Such a beautiful tone, that seemed to speak to his very soul...What the Hell ? What was happening to him ? He's never been that fucking cheesy before...A bit troubled (he was lying to himself if he thought it was only "a bit", he was "a lot" troubled), he says :

-Hum...What ?

-To stupid questions, stupid answers.

-I'm sorry, you lost me.