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[ SOME NERD is addressing the network today, dressed for fall with a fashionable blue scarf and sipping a cup of coffee. It's been a while. He's feeling chatty. ]

Question! Are there any responsible-ish pseudo-adult figures out there who'd be willing to give driving lessons? Someone — hint, it's me — is turning sixteen in December. Time flies! And I'd also like to fly. Ideally in a hover car. Ideally-er without crashing it into a tree.

Not-question: welcome, newbies! I'm Dick Grayson. I'm a Sagittarius, I like long walks on the beach, computer programming, and electronics repair, I'm totally available for math tutoring, and I microwave a mean Hot Pocket.

And I've been here for about a year and a half, so if you need any questions answered, I can try really, really hard to give you more than just a giant question mark in response, but... well, there are still a lot of question marks. So here are a few quick answers to some common questions. Yes, this is actually happening, no, we don't know what the deal with the Porter is, yes, you really have superpowers now, and no, you don't have to put on a cape. But I totally support you if you do. You're doing important work, and almost everyone looks good in a cape. Science fact.

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You had me right until you said 'hover'.

[And 'car', but hover came first in the sentence.]

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What, afraid of very small heights?

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[Now that gets a laugh out of him.]

More like I drive a real bike.


Wheels are your connection to the road, you know? They're what make driving worth doing.

Those things? Junk.

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I have a bike. [ should he really be admitting that when he's this tiny? oh well ] It's efficient, fast, gets me from point A to point B looking cool... but they're two totally different experiences.

[rassera]

[No worries on this end, buddy. He's been driving since he was probably 14. At most.]

A bike or a vespa?

[Important questions, okay.]

You sure about that, though? Cars look cool, but you can't get through traffic like that. Hell, you ARE the traffic!

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It's a bike. Hang on.

[ He texts a picture of a pretty sweet red motorcycle, a gift from Bruce and Alfred sometime last year. ]

See? The real deal.

[rassera]

[There's a whistle on the other end of the feed, rather impressed by both the style and the colour. Okay, you pass the test in his eyes.]

And you want a car over that? What'd she do to you?

[A joke, but he gets it, at least. Cars are cars. Even if bikes are better.]

I think my buddy Josuke's got a car now, I'll ask him.

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[ He laughs, but it's good-natured, no offense taken. ]

Hey, bikes are great, but have you ever tried to move with one? Or buy stuff? Or go somewhere with non-bike-owning friends? I think there's room in my heart to love both. I'm a big enough person.

[rassera]

I'd say yes to all of them, but I'm probably not the best one to answer that anyway.

[But a hand goes to that heart, eyes closing and leaning back.]

Way bigger person than me.

Just give that bike a little attention once in awhile, yeah?

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You know it! And hey, if you ever want to take them out for a spin... two's always better than one.

[rassera]

[That face splits into a smile--because it's been forever since he rode WITH someone. Mostly it's just been him...]

Warn ya, I go fast.

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Isn't that the only way to do it?

[rassera]

The cops might say a bit different, but what do they know?

[You are scoring points here, buddy.]

Hit me up with a time and place, I'll be there!

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Sweet! Maybe this weekend? I'll do some research and find a stretch of highway where we're sliiiightly less likely to get pulled over.

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[There's a little bit of a fist pump as he smirks. Because holy shit someone he can ride with its been 84 YEARS....]

Consider me free, kid!

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[ And Dick's enough of an adrenaline junkie that he's just excited to get to show off outside of costume. ]

Dude, kid? Seriously? How old are you, gramps?

[rassera]

[Oh no you did not that's HIS schtick you little asshole!]

Oi! I'm seventeen, you brat!

[It's old enough to call you 'kid' in his eyes SHUT UP!!]

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And I'll be sixteen in three weeks, old man!

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[You little shithead!]

You sure you want to race, kid?

Can you even see over the windshield?

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Hah! I'll bring my booster seat.

[rassera]

[He laughs in return, unable to keep that smile off his face by now. ]

Then you better hold yourself to it! Hit me up when you find something!