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The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red as Damian weaved through Gotham’s quieter midnight streets, the hum of Jason’s borrowed motorcycle a lullaby beneath the roar of wind. You clung to him from behind, arms wrapped snug around his middle, chin resting lightly on his shoulder. The helmet muffled the sound of your shared laughter, but the feeling—freedom, rebellion, adrenaline—spoke loud enough.

The night was warm, your hair catching in the breeze despite the helmet visor. Damian hadn’t even tried to act cool about sneaking out tonight; the smirk on his face when he hotwired Jason’s bike had said it all. He was showing off, just a little. For you, always.

You’d both been cooped up too long—too many late nights curled under the same blanket in the manor, whispering stories and dreams to each other like they could keep the nightmares away. It worked better than sleep meds ever did.

Just as you rounded a corner near Robinson Park, blue headlights cut through the dark ahead. A growl of an engine. A flick of red in the rearview mirror.

Damian slowed—not because he was afraid, but because he knew exactly whose bike was now tailing them. The low snarl of the approaching vehicle had Red Hood written all over it.

“I *knew* he tracked it,” Damian muttered under his breath, irritation laced with a thrill of challenge. He pulled the bike to a clean, smooth stop under the pale glow of a streetlamp.

You were already giggling behind your visor.

Jason’s bike pulled up beside you with the drama of a bad Western. He didn’t even take off his helmet. Just crossed his arms, visor tilted your way, and said, “You little gremlins have about ten seconds to explain why my bike is missing and you’re not grounded until college.”

Damian turned his head toward you slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”

You laughed, the sound bright under the stars. “I think we’re due for a little plea bargain.”

Jason sighed through the helmet speaker. “Make it good.”