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WHO: Damian and Abby
WHERE: Wherever Abby lives, then to where Damian lives
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: Damian comes and picks up Abby on his bike, then takes her back to his place. For training.
WARNINGS: None, probably.
FORMAT: Paragraph

Damian sped his motorcycle quickly through the City, the speed at which he drove all had to do with the cool confidence in his skill as a drive and nothing to do with wanting to see Abby as quickly as possible. At least, not that he would have told anyone. Abby was nice to him, that was all. Yeah, that was all.

When he pulled up to her place to parked the bike, turned it off, and engaged the alarm. He was in his "civilian" clothes with jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket for riding. Fortunately with the helmet you couldn't tell that he was vastly underage for this sort of thing.

Damian scratched his head in thought for a moment, wondering if he should go get Abby or wait here. He didn't particularly like going into places where most of the heroes lived since a lot of them didn't trust him. Maybe he'd wait a moment to see if she'd come out and if not, he'd go get her.

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Abby, for one, was thrilled at the very idea of a cool mode of transport that didn't involve flying. Sure, flying was her favorite pastime-- her passion, even-- but there was just something in her that felt if there was one way all the normal cool kids got around, it was probably by motorcycle. At least, that's how it always was in the movies.

She'd told Terry where she was going, so there wouldn't be any alarmed giant gorillas or spiders stomping around the city looking for her. Dressed in black sweatpants, a pink t-shirt, and a sweater, she appeared outside the apartment building a few minutes after Damian's arrival.

For a second, she hesitated. It was true-- it was hard to believe that was a thirteen year old. But after another second or two, she waved and came over, duffel bag in hand and a little smile on her face.

"Uh, hey!" She was trying not to be too overwhelmed by the whole whoa, real-life motorcycle thing. "Wow, this thing is-- it's kind of really awesome in person!"

"Hey!" Damian said, giving her a head nod. He meant to make it sound more like a casual "hey" than the really excited to see you "hey" that came out, but he would have to live with that. Because it was nice to see Abby and the fact that she thought his motorcycle was so cool was... really great.

"Yeah, it's not bad," he said with a bit of a shrug. "I want to fix it up some when I have time. But, uhhh, here, I got you a helmet," he added, presenting her the helmet that was seated on the back of the bike. It was black, just like his.

"O-Oh! Thanks!"

She remembered Terry saying something like her future self had taken to wearing a rice cooker on her head. It was to Abby's relief that the helmet Damian gave her was much sleeker (and much more fashionable) than most kitchen appliances.

She tugged it on over her head. A fit!

"Sooo..." How was she going to do this? She had this awful habit of being just awkward and clumsy. Hopefully, she didn't tip them both over. "I'm allowed to get on, right?"

"Heh, you look pretty cool with it. Here, let me get on first," he told her, settling back onto the bike. He'd never really ridden with a passenger before but he was pretty sure that he could handle it.

"Now you just get on behind me and hold on tight to my waist," he instructed. There was a tiny bit of fluttering in his stomach that he chalked up to nervous about riding with a passenger.

Abby peered at Damian for a second-- mostly gauging her reflect in the visor of his helmet, while trying not to be completely obvious about how self-conscious she was. But hey! That didn't look so bad. In fact, she did look a little cool. (It probably had something to do with her ridiculous face being covered, she figured.)

"O-Okay! I can do this," she gave herself that short pep talk before willing her clumsiness away and climbing onto the motorcycle. She hesitated a second, then latched onto her companion's waist.

Now that she was actually on the thing, she felt a flicker of nervousness, tightening her grip on Damian. "Phew. Okay. Are you uh, sure there aren't supposed to be seatbelts on here?"

The butterflies in his stomach fluttered a bit more when she wrapped her arms around him but he again convinced himself that it was just nerves.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said, the mic in his helmet carrying his voice to the speakers in hers. With the push of a button the motorcycle roared to life and he backed it up a few steps before slowly opening up the throttle and pulling out of the parking area.

"Just don't move around too much."

"Oh boy. Here we go."

Abby wasn't sure why, but this reminded her vaguely of the first time she uh, borrowed her mom's car for a solo drive. She was excited, but definitely-- oh definitely nervous. Things just had a habit of breaking or malfunctioning while she was around. It was like a curse.

She mentally crossed her fingers and held on for her life.

Damian started out slowly in first gear and gradually increased his speed, shifting as he did so. Normally he would have accelerated a bit faster but he wanted to give himself a chance to get used to the extra mass.

It wasn't long though before they were moving in and out of traffic. Damian was still going slower than he did with just himself but it was definitely faster than everyone else was moving.

"Are you okay, Abby?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was doing alright.

It took her a while-- but once she realized she probably wasn't going to fall off if she just held on, it was actually starting to feel a little fun. It was sort of like flying. The movement of the motorcycle was so smooth and fast, so effortless. Almost like being on a cloud.

"Y-Yeah! I'm-- I'm okay." Nobody could see it, but she was tentatively smiling. "Really."

The bike continued to purr beneath them as Damian continued to accelerate, feeling more and more confident as Abby didn't move around a lot and he got used to having passenger.

"I know it's not flying, but it's pretty cool all the same," he said into the helmet mic.

"And hang on, we're almost to my place!"

Abby definitely agreed. Nothing was ever quiet like flying, but the motorcycle was a close second. And she seemed more convinced the further along they got that she was going to survive the trip without inflicting any kind of bad luck on them or anything. She crossed her fingers for a smooth cross over the finish line.

She was both relieved and disappointed to hear that they were almost there.

"Okay," she confirmed that she'd heard, glancing around through her helmet's visor to take in where they were. "Where are we?"

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