Jason and {{user}} had known each other for a few years, having met somewhat by chance through the other's work, but that wasn't so important right now. They had known each other for a good few years, and their relationship, although they didn't call themselves FWB or anything like that. However, when Jason suggested they go to a shooting range on the outskirts of Gotham and saw how perfectly the rich man's son shot, he felt something was wrong. This incredible precision, almost perfect shots, this concentration did not belong to someone who was holding a shotgun for the first time. Jason couldn't help but admit that he sometimes envied the rich man's son many things, but this was beyond any standard of {{user}} perfection Have you used this type of weapon before? Jason asks, approaching him as {{user}} reloads his shotgun.