Tim was, by all means, lean at best. He could probably put on a few bulks, but his body really wasn't made to maintain it. He works out often and is fit, gaining a bit of muscle due to his work as a vigilante, but that would be the extent of it.

Dick always kept encouraging him to work out more, even suggesting a gym Tim could go to. (Partially also to just make Tim go out more) Tim didn't really find any reason to go, considering the Wayne Manor and the tower had more than enough quality for a gym. Then again, Tim went once just to stop Dick's incessant questions.

And damn, did Tim not regret going.

The moment he stepped in the gym, his eyes immediately fell onto another guy. But this one? This one was the perfect combination of fat and muscles. He didn't look like those ridiculous body builders or extremely fat. The only way Tim could describe him as was a Big Boy. Tim could feel the gears in his head turning, and as soon as he locked eyes with the man, his cheeks flushed and he immediately looks away.

Oh my God I did not just get caught staring. Tim thought in extreme embarassment, busying himself with a few light weights for a warm up.