A/N: This is just something I thought of when I was recalling some memories that just got imprinted in my mind. This just so happens to be a short memory of mine when I went to Rio de Janeiro with a friend... I seriously don't know how she managed to convince me to go. I'm not much of a traveler. So, without further ado...
Disclaimer: Do we need to get over this again? I'm sure you know what this is for.
Richard 'Dick' Grayson just didn't know how on earth did he manage to let his friend, Kid Mouth, convince him to come to Rio for a vacation. More specifically, Rio de Janeiro. One of the most fun, dangerous, and exciting place he had ever been in. Our little bird had just gotten into the passenger seat of the car. And nothing could have prepared Robin for what followed.
He had faced death many times, but the driving he now encountered on the roads of Rio was one of the most nerve-shredding experiences of his life. And he's had many, but this just got on one of his 'Top 5 Times I Almost Got a Heart Attack' list.
Brazil had produced more than its fair share of race car heroes over the years and it quickly became clearto Robin that most of the population of Rio believed that, they too, were race drivers... The only people more suicidal than the people driving cars were the lunatics on motorbikes and scooters, who wove through the lethal steel scrum with the sort of reckless abandon that would make one assume that the riders were somehow invulnerable.
Then came the taxi and bus drivers, who had clearly learned from bitter experience that the only law on this road was survival of the fittest. It was like being on the world's busiest and most dangerous racetrack during the annual psychopath convention. The only communication was via medium of car horns and obscene hand gestures, and judging by the cheshire-like grin on his face, Wally was loving every second of it.
"I'd forgotten how much I liked this place!" he said over the noise as he swerved into the other lane, overtaking the slow-moving car in front. As they passed, he shouted something in Portuguese at the driver; it did not sound like a friendly greeting. "Do you think we could slow down slightly?" Dick Grayson pleaded, gripping his seat's armrest, hard.
"Now, where would be the fun in that?" Wally asked, that annoying smile still on his face. Of course he loves it. He's a speedster for goodness sakes! But he wasn't. And well... it wasn't coping well with his stomach. Ooooh, he was totally whelmed.
A/N: Short I know, but hey... I'm of no imagination. And besides, it's an 'Around the World' experience. Hence short one-shots. How Wally knows Portuguese and when has he been to Rio de Janeiro before, don't know. Just pretend that he has always been able to talk and understand Portuguese and has been to Rio de Janeiro before.
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