Young Justice Boyfriend Scenarios [VOL 2 ]✔️

Billy Batson catch up PT 1

Since no one else bothered to request anyone else from YJ that isn't a villain, I'm going to do full blown scenarios for Billy since it's only him.

Also in this picture he's 15 so yeah, in more mature chapters in the future just imagine him older, like, seventeen or eighteen. Shouldn't be that hard.

How you meet:

You ran down an empty alley way, only looking back just as you did to see if your bullies were still chasing you. Luckily, they weren't. You stopped in the middle of the alley way to take a breather before walking to the wall to your right and leaned on it.

Those bullies early were no other than the three mean girl trio; Britany, Ashely, and Ryan. They would bother you on a daily basis, only this time they took it upon themselves to chase you home, when really you are far from home.

Sighing, you host yourself off the wall and begin to leave the alley way. Right when you stepped out of it, you walked into someone. How cliche.

"Sorry." You told the person. You looked over to see a young boy around your age with jet black hair and blue eyes.

"No! It's my fault."

You nodded awkwardly, and turned to walk away when the boy came up next to you. "I'm Billy." He held out his hand to you. You hesitated before taking it, "[Name]."

Yours and his thoughts when you meet:

Yours:

I bumped into someone. Great!

Oh, it's some boy. Haven't I seen him somewhere before? Probably school? No. Game store? No... Man, where?

Well, this is awkward.... I'm just gonna go– What the hell! Is he some creep? Ugh, I'm not feeling with that today. He looks harmless, though... Oh what the hell.

His:

Whoa! She's super cute!

She bumped into me? No. Say something smooth like, Maybe it was fate that caused us to collide. No. that's stupid! Just take the blame!

Ah. She's leaving! Wait.

God, she's pretty...

When he asks for your number:

"Hey look..." Billy started, looking off to the side as you stared at him. How was he going to put this without seeming creepy. I mean, you guys just met! Asking for your number seems to soon, right?

Whatever. He has to try. He looks back at you and gives a lopsided smile, "We just met, but, um, c-can I have your number? If that's cool with you, that is!"

You stared at him blankly before nodding numbingly. For some reason, which doesn't say a lot, you don't think he's a creepy stalker dude. So you fish out your phone and told him to type in his number, which he does. You texted him and his phone dings.

He takes out his phone with a grin on his face and sees your number, "Thanks, [Name]. I'll text you!" He turns to leave, but stops. "I was wondering, if you'll let me walk you home? I'm not a stalker! I promise! Just you shouldn't walk alone."

You thought for a second before speaking, "Sure. As long as you don't mind a long walk. I'm far from home."

"I don't."

When you meet again:

Ever since your first encounter with Billy, you guys have been texting each other none stop. You'd like to think during all that texting, you learned a little more about Billy all the time.

Today, however, Billy hasn't text you at all. It worried you, but he's a teenage boy so he probably got better things to do then just text you all the time.

You were currently laying on your bed at five in the afternoon when your door bell was ringed. You got out of bed with a groan, tugging down on your tank top and shorts before gracefully going down a flight of steps to your door.

When you opened them, you were surprised to see Billy there, grinning.

"Hey, [Name]!"

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

He tilted his head in a cute way, "Well, we've been spending so much time texting, I thought we should start hanging out too!"

"Hang out where? I'm not exactly dressed for anything."

Billy, who finally took notice of your attire, blushed a deep rose color and looked away. "It's okay. I was thinking we'll hang out at your place."

"Oh... okay." You opened the door for him to come in.

When he ask you out:

One sunny day, you and Billy where in your room taking turns playing "Batman: Arkham Knight." You were playing at the moment, while Billy sat back and watched.

Well, more like watched you. He wasn't paying any attention to the game, for to him at this very moment didn't matter. You did.

He watched as your eyes were trained on the screen in concentration and he watched the way you tighten your jaw as you do. And the way you grip the controller for dear life, and how you shifted your position more than once.

All of this was utterly too cute for him and he couldn't take it. He had called out to you before it was too late and he couldn't do anything.

"You're so cute, [Name]." His face flushed when he realized what he said. He looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to do something. And you did.

You stilled, pausing the game before you did, unbelieving of what you just heard. Slowly, you turn to him. "Billy, did you jus–" He interrupted you.

"Yes." He admitted. He already said it, there's no turning back now. "I think you're cute all the time. Even when you eat and others don't think so. I-I like you."

You were left speechless and with burning cheeks. The way he said it was pretty cheesy, but it was the cheesiness that you came to like.

"I like you too."

"Will you go out with me?"

"Yes."

Silence...

"Can I get a turn now?"

"No! I'm not done!"