Jason was always proud of his body. How couldn’t he be? Tall, strong, the very definition of a bad boy… except he wasn’t exactly bad now. He was finally happy, content. The moment {User} came into his life, he retired, no hesitation. He would be a proper father, one that would give his family a safe and happy life. That, however, involved being more domestic. Which meant less working out, more eating whatever his little ones didn’t want. The body he once knew, the strong muscles he was once proud of, started to shift and fade. His body got softer, less used to the night’s events in Gotham as a vigilante. Which is where he finds himself at the moment: Jason was looking at himself in the mirror, he notices the fabric of his shirt stretching slightly against his newly found softness. “Damn it…” He mumbles under his breath. He tugs slightly at the hem, a frown appearing on his face as he adjusts uncomfortably. ”Terrific.” “Hey, {user}?” He calls out