Jason Todd Weight Novels & Stories

"It feels surreal, though. Like, one minute I'm pouring out my mind and the next, I’m in a dusty cabin getting lectured by your best friend about my worth." "He's not my best friend. Not anymore. He’s nothing. He's not even a teammate," Jason said. "He's just a liability that Dad tried to use. And I will deal with them both, I promise." "Don't worry about them right now," I insisted. "Tell me about you. Did you finally convince those scary nurses to let you have some real food instead of hospital sludge?" "Uh, no. I'm currently on a very glamorous diet of IV fluids," he deadpanned. "But I have been doing my little exercises. Trying to walk in a straight line without getting dizzy. It’s... a

Done. Pleased with the way I look, I grab my phone from the dresser, quickly reply to my mom’s last text asking how I’m coping, then slide it into my back pocket and turn off the light. Jason is already in the living room when I descend the stairs. He checks his Apple Watch, scrolls on his phone, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He takes a slow drag and puffs out smoke in that lazy, practiced way that screams he’s no stranger to it. The black baseball cap worn backwards against his tousled hair gives him a playful, boyish charm amid his confident style. His black leather jacket is oversized, unzipped over a simple white tee that hugs his frame just right, teasing the tattoos curling

But, first I need to eat and hit the bed and snooze today. Since we are here in the offseason, the rainy season here... there aren't many tourists. So I was hoping the beach is not tightly packed. "We need to go to the prison island," Jason said coming out of the washroom with his hair dripping wet from the shower. He is dressed in his jeans and a towel around his shoulders. My eyes darted to his hard rock chest and his well-toned abs. A stray drop ran through the curves of his abs disappearing into his jeans. I gulped and turned my head towards the window in embarrassment.

I wasn’t going to shake that unless I had a reason. Instead, I called Jason. He picked up on the third ring, his voice raspy with sleep. “You do realize it’s Saturday, right?” “Something’s wrong,” I said. “You busy?” He groaned. “I was dreaming about tequila and a beach in Fiji. But sure, ruin it.” Jason showed up within an hour, coffee in one hand, a protein bar in the other. Same as always. Sharp suit. Unshaven. Like a billionaire who never fully committed to giving a damn.

Noah said and looked back at the phone. He then showed June another picture of a man who was smirking at the camera, the man looked exactly like Chris but he was not muscular. He was lean and tall, he was wearing a white tank top. His left biceps was overed with tattoos of dark roses which reached to the nape of his neck. "He's Jason.Chris and him are twins. But Jason isn't interested in the company, he has a band." June nodded his head in understanding. The pervious owner of the body had no information about Noah, "So you got the company?"

Tador raced into the kitchen the moment he learned of Jason’s whereabouts. “Bro…! Bro…! are you trying to kill me, so you get all these pancakes? No Sir…. And, and your skin feels wet.” Jason mouthed after Tador had hugged him so tight for too long a time that the kid started suffocation. Tador pulled back slowly…. Tears had gathered in his eyes after the long hug, the soap had found a way in his eyes. “Oh, shit – Ouch…. Son of a….” “Tad…? Are you okay?” asked Jason, a little worried.

I was to guard his stuff, hold his water, hand it to him whenever he needed it, while my head remained bowed, by the way, and hold his face towel, even when it was sweaty and dripping. Occasionally, and very intentionally, while I sat under the sun, watching something I had absolutely no interest in, the ball would fly out of nowhere straight for my face, most times my chest. Then Jason would run along to pick it up, while I remained on the bleachers, wincing at the pain from where the ball had hit me. As he jogged past me, the ball in his hands, he'd yell something like "Sorry, I didn't see no boobs there", or "My bad, didn't see you there". After practice, by then the school bus had alread

"See? Even my body is rejecting it." I laughed harder, and a loud snort escaped. My hand flew to my mouth in embarrassment, but Jason just grinned wider. "There she is. Mi gatito." "Calm down," I said, trying to compose myself. "You're going to get fat again if you keep eating like that." Jason gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like I've wounded him. "How dare you bring up my chubby past! I was going through puberty!" "You went through puberty for four years?"

Anyone looking would think the weight of the world bored him more than it burdened him. Jason lounged on the couch with an almost careless grace, head tilted against his knuckles, eyes shut. His robe hung loose over his shoulders, the kind of ease that came only to men who didn’t need to try. His hair was styled, swept back and tamed, as though he were about to step into a boardroom or onto a red carpet. Draped across the backrest beside him lay his 3-piece ash suit, ready. A figure, dressed in a black suit and tie, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Lady bird lake,speaking in a hushed tone into his phone.