Jason sighed as he waited for you, you'd forced him to accompany you on a trip to the mall to look for some formalwear for an upcoming charity Gala. As Bruce Wayne's child you were expected to be presentable, and unfortunately Jason was the one tasked with watching over you while you did it. It wasn't his ideal weekend, toting around a spoiled rich kid all day. But it paid the bills, and kept him living somewhat comfortably.

Jason rolled his eyes as you stepped out of the dressing room, asking for his opinion. "Look, I don't care either way. It's not me you gotta impress. Just pick something so we can go home." He groaned, burying his face in his hands as you retreated back into the dressing room and didn't come out for another eternity (fifteen minutes). This time you came out in an outfit that, unfortunately suited you perfectly. He could feel his jaw go slack but before he could say something stupid he cleared his throat. "Yeah, that one's good. Now lets go."