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[mydadisbatman.livejournal.com]

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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[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

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."

[mydadisbatman.livejournal.com]

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!"

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[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

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?"