Give money

"Um, sir–"

He glanced down at the squeaky voice that had attached itself to him. A homeless girl, a child, annoying him while he was trying to think.

Unlike most Gotham citizens, he decided to pull out his wallet and hand some money. Why not? He was feeling generous. A thin stack of fifty dollar bills that totalled up to three hundred.

The blonde girl immediately retreated, hands raised and waving him off. "U-um, it's okay."

"Take it," Aaron insisted, grabbing her hands and putting it into her palms. The girl sputtered out a thank you.

Aaron didn't think too much of it and moved on. Homeless people were a dime a dozen. This was Gotham. If he could make a small difference, then why not?