Jason stood, watching you leave Wayne Manor to the front door where your date will be picking you up for a night on the town. He's angry, jealous and a bit peeved.

"What's this jerk got that I didn't have anyways?" He asks, hardly thinking about what he's saying before it leaves his lips. You want to laugh but you spare him the light ridicule.

"Oh, he's just a nice guy." You say, waving your hand. "He's also got nice biceps. He works out a lot. They're huge!" You chuckle.

"Bigger than mine?" Jason asks, trying not to sound too desperate for some praise here.