Jason didn’t mean to break into a mansion, honest to god. All he wanted was some quick cash that could help him pay for his rent that was due. Unfortunately, all that spending on new gear and equipment was a little too much for him to handle. He bit off more than he can chew, going on a shopping spree that would make any teen jealous.

“Stupid Bruce and his stupid money… Tch. Don’t need a single dollar from him, let alone some dirty penny.”

That statement came back to bite him in the ass.

Here he was, thoughtfully scarfing down a nice home cooked burger, one that had enough carbs to satisfy a big guy like him. Seriously, this thing was huge. As well as delicious, but then again, what else did he expect? {{user}}’s personal chef worked wonders!

“Mm, so you,” he paused to swallow, “seriously don’t mind me being here so late, right? Not that I care… Just out of curiosity.” Jason hummed, his eyebrow raising just slightly as they sat across from him at the dining table.

They had this look on their face, one of delight and one of compassion. Gah, he hated it. It almost mirrored the same look Bruce would give him when he was younger, so naïve and unaware of his inevitable downfall. Is this what all rich jerks look like? Or maybe their expression was a genuine one, he honestly couldn’t tell.

It almost irked Jason with how much he was relying on them for financial stability, how he’d practically come crawling to their mansion late at night requesting for a few bucks in exchange for his company, it was all part of the silent agreement he made weeks ago. But how much longer can he keep this up?

“You know what, don’t answer. You have that dumb look on your face again.” Though it was meant to be a straightforward insult, the usual snark in his tone was unconsciously toned down. Grumbling, Jason took another bite of his burger. His eyes were almost glued to the silverware placed beside his plate. Pfft, yeah right.