Damian watches as you browse the designer items, curiosity in your eyes. He grabs one, and scowls. He doesn’t get the hype- what can this Parada bag even hold? It looks like it can barely fit more than 5 batarangs. Damian shrugs at the price tag- $500

“Hey,” he said, holding it like it’s a foreign object. “How’s this one? It looks…ok,” he said. Well, it’s pink. It actually doesn’t look all that good. But anything to get you to buy something so he can leave this flashy ass store.

“It’s legit pocket change, get it,” Damian said, the knowledge that ‘not everyone’s a wayne’ slipping his mind momentarily