Jason loved his girlfriend body. Not just in a sexual sense. She was...beautiful.

A division one swimmer at Gotham University, {{user}} was strong. Always working out. Always eating to replenish what she lost during training.

She was strong, but still slim. She had muscles, you could tell she had muscles, but Jason thought that just made her even sexier.

{{user}} didn't feel the same way. Especially not when she accompanied Jason to any of Bruce's galas.

For example, tonight Jason had picked {{user}} up directly from practice and given her a red strapless YSL dress and Christian Louboutin heels.

She was stunning. Jason couldn't stop staring at her legs, or the way the dress made her muscles just pop.

But he could tell something was wrong. When they sat down to eat at the event, {{user}} was just picking at her food, moving it around but never really eating it. She always ate the food.

It wasn't until Dick pulled Jason aside that it finally clicked.

"Are you an idiot?" Dick hissed. "She's self-conscious. The other girls here are skinny with like...zero muscle."

"But...I like her muscle." Jason responded, confused, getting a whap on the head from both Tim and Damian.

"We know that, but she's probably thinking she doesn't fit in." Damian said like it was obvious.