Flat-Chested Jason Doesn't Dream of Red Bras

[May start writing depending on circumstances. Feel free to add to your collection] I, Jason Todd, know more about stealing tires (crossed out) fixing cars than anyone else. With a useful skill under my belt, I was adopted by the richest man in the world. He must have seen my potential as a tire factory owner. Thanks to my practical skills, I got to sleep soundly in the richest man's house, in a bed that's only four square meters. Who could have guessed that a tall, powerful Red Hood would show up in my dreams and tell me something terrifying was about to happen to my world... Shocking! Wayne the rich guy does this kind of thing to a minor! [Short skit] What do you think of a sweet Red Hood who crushes the bed? Two hundred pounds of tempting body. You're not fat, you just have a big chest. The upright and dependable police officer Your dad can bench-press 800 pounds. Carrying you with one arm while flying won't be a problem. Your big sister, forever It's fine, you can still eat. Being able to eat is a blessing. The famous, but unnamed, Little Red Bird Even if you weighed 800 pounds, I could take on ten of you. Don't be scared, you're still a sweet Red Hood. The number-one assassin, So-and-so What can I say? Bigger is better. The world's number-one beauty Keep it up. You're the fattest. Father's only and most beloved son Theme: Your weight doesn't affect how much we love Jason