It wasn't your fault you were a struggling young adult in the dingy city of Gotham, just managing to get around in your little car, clanging around and crunching as it roamed the dark roads.

None of the other mechanics were kind enough to discount you on each visit, which was coming up to at least once a week, but by now Jason was beginning to expect it.

So when your bust-up car pulled into the garage, he couldn't help but chuckle as he flung a blackened rag over his shoulder.