Artistic Development - Jason Todd x Reader
Prompt: Could you please write something where the reader takes an art class and is surprised to see that Jason is the nude model during the anatomy study and he really likes the reader so he’s just a blushing mess because of the situation?
“I don’t see why you waste your talent like this [Y/N].” Jason said glancing over at the sketch that you were drawing in your sketchbook. You quickly shut the book so that he couldn’t see that you were absentmindedly sketching him.
“I’m not wasting my talents I just don’t think I can make a living off of my silly little doodles.” You said.
“No one can make a living off of art.” Jason joked. “But you’re really good [Y/N]. I think you should at least try it out before you write it off as impossible.” He encouraged supportively.
“I find that really ironic coming from the guy who came back from the dead.” You pointed out. Jason rolled his eyes and poked you playfully in the ribs.
“Hardy har har.” He laughed sarcastically. “Seriously though. Think about it.” He said seriously.
Over the next couple of days you mulled over what Jason had said. You always wanted to dedicate more time to your art but things always got in the way. You told yourself that you would draw more on your days off, your vacations, when you retired, but a part of you always wondered what it would be like if you could quit your job and just draw. You wondered how good you would get if you had all the time in the world.
Jason’s words really nagged at you to the point where you broke down and signed up for a local art class. You struggled the most with drawing anatomy so that’s the class you decided to focus your efforts on.
Imagine your surprise when you walk into your anatomy class to see there was a nude model talking with the instructor. It wasn’t the fact that there was a nude model in the room that surprised you, it was the fact that you knew said nude model.
You were completely speechless and you had absolutely no grasp on how to even begin to react to the situation you found yourself in. You opted just to take your seat, pull out your sketchbook and pretend like neither of you existed at this moment. Inside, you were high-key freaking out. How were you supposed look Jason in the eye after this without imagining his hard sculpted body posed for the group of artists in various states of frustration as they tried to capture the perfection of his body. You were right there with them. Nothing you sketched could possibly come closed to the real thing.
You tried to keep things professional but your eyes couldn’t help but to wander. Part way through the class your eyes met and you immediately looked down, your face flushing in complete mortification. You wanted a hole to open up underneath you and swallow you whole. After a few minutes of pretending to work on your sketch, you cautiously looked up to see that Jason was looking anywhere else but you. He cheeks were flushed bright red and you honest to god thought that this might be the first time you’ve seen Jason blush.
After the class was over you stayed behind to meet with Jason. Neither of you could meet each other’s eyes for any extended length of time.
“Are we going to talk about -?” Jason started to ask.
“Nope.” You answered before he could finish his question.
“Great. That’s cool.” He said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“So I took your advice!” You said trying to break the tension. You and Jason locked eyes for the briefest of moments and you both burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
“Can I at least see the picture you drew? You know, as payment for you almost giving me a heart attack in front of a shit ton of sleep deprived artists. I’m sure they would have let me die and just used the pose of my corpse for their artistic inspiration.” Jason said trying to get a peek at your sketchbook. You slapped his hand away gently.
“Not a chance Todd. I didn’t even draw much anyway. I was just uninspired by the model today. No idea why.” You said jokingly. Jason clutched his hand over his heart in mock pain.
“You’ve wounded my pride. This doesn’t change the fact that I still want reparations though.” He said.
“I still don’t see how this is my fault by what could you possibly want?” You asked, bracing yourself for whatever ridiculous request Jason could come up with. Jason grinned and leaned in to whisper intimately in your ear.
“I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.”