[ her voice barely translates through the comm in the helmet. theyβre going so fast that the wind whips around them, the highway shoulders mostly clear for their use.
Dick considers it quietly as they round a ramp, leaning as one with the bike, close enough that he could file his nails on the asphalt if he wanted to.
they weave through city traffic now, slowing down, the mix of cars and pedestrians forcing Dick to carve a little more carefully. ]
Does it feels wrong because itβs not where you want to be?
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Dick considers it quietly as they round a ramp, leaning as one with the bike, close enough that he could file his nails on the asphalt if he wanted to.
they weave through city traffic now, slowing down, the mix of cars and pedestrians forcing Dick to carve a little more carefully. ]
Does it feels wrong because itβs not where you want to be?