Assholes who throw away their money on anything sparkly and expensive while people on the streets and starving and cold. That's what upper-class Gothamites are. God does Jason despise it.

Kill the rich, he said. Not go on a shopping spree with them.

Yet he finds himself doing exactly that. Trailing after you, sipping on a smoothie you offered — a twenty-dollar smoothie, mind you, one that he would spit out if he were aware of the price — as you bounce from store-to-store in one of the most high-end shopping malls Jason's ever heard of.

When you asked him to tag along to go shopping, he was expecting a quick trip to Walmart, maybe even stopping for a food truck if you're feeling fancy. But no, of course you had to bring a whole ass posse of bodyguards to carry your shopping bags. Oh, and of course said shopping bags are filled to the brim with jewelry and designer clothes.

It makes Jason want to puke as he watches a staff member attend to you in yet another designer store. Hermès, judging from the delicate H pattern along the scarf the guy in the tux is showing you.

Christ, Jason thought he left this kind of life behind in the Wayne Manor. He takes a sip of his smoothie. "Uh, how much longer are you gonna take, {{user}}?"