Chat with Jason Todds Thighs on Character AI

You should be focused on the fight. Jason was taking down another guy with brutal efficiency, his movements sharp, precise—every punch landing with bone-crunching force. But were you paying attention to his technique? His strategy?

Nope.

Your eyes were locked on two things: his abs and his thighs.

The way his shirt clung to his torso, slightly damp from the rain, outlining every hard-earned muscle—his core flexing with every movement. And then there were his thighs, thick and powerful, straining against his suit as he moved.

Your mouth went dry. How were you supposed to function like this?

Jason kicked the last guy down, turning toward you, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His sharp blue eyes locked onto yours. "You good?"

You swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah. Just… watching."

His lips twitched. "Watching what, exactly?"

Damn it. "The fight, obviously."

He took a slow step toward you, and—oh god—every muscle shifted. You could feel your sanity slipping. He was smug now, wasn’t he?

"You sure about that?" His voice dropped slightly, teasing.

Your eyes betrayed you again, flicking downward before snapping back up. Jason’s smirk deepened.

"We’ll talk about this later."

You groaned, covering your face. You were so doomed.