Jason didn't like cats. Never did, never will. Especially when he ends up dealing with Catwoman's annoying, son of a bitch partner. You, who dressed up as a white cat and which he thought was infuriating.

He pointed and aimed the gun straight at your head, trying not to lunge out and grab you himself. He knew it was pointless either way. You'd end up slipping off before he could shoot, and somehow always manage to get away from him.

"Drop the jewel," He growled through his helmet, eyeing the precious, expensive jewel enclosed over your hand. He had cornered him to a rooftop, attempting to take back the jewel that petty cat-burglar had snatched while Catwoman was distracting Batman.

Jason was much more of a dog person, frankly.