“When Jason looked at himself in the mirror… well. He hated it even more.
Because it fit perfectly.
Why did Bruce’s old suit fit so well? Was he really that big?
Jason threw the boots and gloves to the suit to the side, and absolutely ignored the cowl. No way in hell was he wearing that thing.
No fucking way.
He looked at himself in the mirror again, and scowled at the dumb bat on his chest. His leather jacket covered about half the bat up, so Jason slipped that on and nodded. Then, he slipped his cargo pants back on over the suit. He was not a fan of the spandex that showed everything off, no sir. The cargo pants at least covered the look up.”