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Jason Todd liked chubby women.
It was just a fact. One that he had come to terms with a long time ago.
Growing up in Crime Alley, Jason had seen many different types of women. The ones like his mother - sick in body and mind, using to feel or not to feel - were stick thin as they starved themselves for their next hit. The ones on street corners were different, parts of themselves blown to different proportions that were not natural, to make themselves more appealing, paid for by pimps and Johns, looked warped to him. None of them looked happy or comfortable, and whenever he came close enough to hug his mother, she was cold to the touch.
Everyone in Crime Alley felt cold.
Jason had learned to associate the thinness and hardness with pain and suffering. Hard men punch hard. Bones showing meant sick. Jason couldn't look at the models that came to the gala in the same light as his brothers did, and felt uncomfortable when he heard discussions of weight loss. He remembered the hunger he had felt growing up, the pains in his stomach. He never wanted to feel that again, or have someone else feel that way.
A memory of the older couple that came to visit their son who lived in his building growing up. The son was an addict - as many in the building were - but the older couple were caring, hardworking people. The mother had once given Jason a hug when she saw his nose bleeding (Jason had been caught shoplifting bread again, and had had a tin flung at his face that had landed a hit). The woman's face had faded from memory, but he remember that the softness of her felt comforting. Warm. Safe.
After that, Jason realised that bodies weren't always cold or hard. And as he grew, he paid attention to the soft bodies, and found that they appealed to him.
"So, what's your dream girl, Little WIng?"
Dick's voice broke Jason's thoughts, bringing him back to the present.
"Dream girl? What are you, twelve?"
Dick laughed at that, confidently stretching out on the rooftop.
"You've been doing better lately. Maybe its time to go on a date or two. I just want to know what type of girl to keep an eye out for - need to set my baby bro up."
Jason goes quite for a moment. He would like to have a girlfriend. Someone who doesn't flinch at his scars. Who likes him reading to them. Who perhaps would let him be the romantic sap that he, unfortunately, knew he would turn into. Damn those romance books. He originally started reading mafia romance under the recommendation of Barbra to see that "Girls don't care about scars if you're badass and would burn the world down for them!".
Unfortunately, they were slightly addictive. As were the descriptions of the slightly more voluptuous female characters.
Great, now he was thinking the word voluptuous.
"I... I- um, I like... curvy women?" Jason said it like a question.
Dick stared at Jason, a mixture of pleasant surprise and a thinly-veiled attempt to hold back a hundred questions. Jason appreciated the gesture, and continued.
"Growing up, I was used to seeing pretty unhealthy habits. Those habits... they can leave a person a walking skeleton. My mother..." Jason stopped. Dick already knew, he already understood. There was no point bringing that up. "When I came back, I realised that the women who caught my eye were... soft." A small smiled tugged at his lips, and Dick grinned. It wasn't malicious or teasing, but supportive.
Jason continued.
"I'd like to be with a a woman who feel soft, meat on her bones. Not afraid of breaking her if I hold her, or having her sick or cold. "
Dick laughed, "Yeah, plus it helps that certain womanly attributes tend to be more present on a well-endowed lady."
This brought a noticeable blush to the crime-fighter - his scars a stark white to the red that formed on his cheeks.
"Yea-yeah, I mean, I like curves. And what straight guy doesn't like tits?" Jason said defensively, cringing at his use of the word. It only made Dick's grin slip fully into a teasing smirk, as he playfully smacked his brother on the shoulder.
"I just mean that, yeah, the feminine figure of a chubby girl is, well... that what I like." With a sigh over the city, Jason leaned forward. "I don't really know how to approach someone like that, though. All soft and sweet? Gonna take one look at me and run."
Dick was quite for a moment, taking in his little brother. After a few beats, he pats Jason on the shoulder before rising to his feet. Dramatically bowing at the hips, Dick extended an arm as if making a proclamation.
"Do I have full permission to search for said chubby lass, my Little Wing Romeo?"
"Romeo dies at the end."
"Well, you've already done that once. Bit cliché to do it a second time, methinks."
A snort left Jason, before he looked up at his brother. A seed of hope lay in his chest, nudging for the surface.
What was the harm?
"Okay, but don't be weird about it. Or call her a chubby lass, you ass."
As Dick's laughter once more rang into the night, Jason wondered what it would be like to be returning home to someone soft and warm.