This was written for...something...fanfic bake off? Probably...
I don't own DC/MK
III
It wasn't just his escape from the Task Force. It was freedom. It was something no one could ever take away from him; the wind rushing, pushing against his face, the feeling of flying, the adrenaline surging through his veins the excitement of daring a barrel roll.
The carefree laugh that escaped him as he knew he was safe.
As he lands safely, quietly on a roof top, not too far from his house, he closes the hang glider with a loud clank, and a whisp of his cape. He looks up to the sky, grinning like a maniac.
"Until next time."