"Uh, Dick, are you sure this is a good idea?" The teen asked his brother for all intents and purposes.
"Of course!" Dick replied confidently, "What could possibly go wrong?" The older of the two hopped into the passenger seat as Tim cautiously climbs into the driver's seat of Bruce Wayne's new Lamborghini.
"Okay, first things first. Put the car in reverse." Dick instructed as Tim looked at him confused.
"Uh Dick, shouldn't we buckle our seat-belts first, then check my mirrors?" Tim asked nervously. Dick paused.
"Of course! I was uh just… testing you!" Doubting him severely Tim nodded slightly. "Now, in reverse!" Tim slowly started to back up the car out of the massive driveway going at about 5 miles per hour. Once he had managed to make it out of the driveway Dick continued with instructions.
"Now go forward!" Tim slowly pushed on the acceleration after he put the car in drive. "Faster Timmy!" Dick shouted.
"What?" Tim questioned his elder brother.
"Go!" Tim pressed down the acceleration as the car picked up speed.
"Woah! Slow down!" Dick instructed as Tim slammed on the brakes. "Where's the fire, geez. Okay, go."
This continued until the brothers arrived at the first turn.
"Okay, go right." Tim followed his brothers instructions.
"I mean the other right! Left! Left!" Dick screamed as Tim began to drive down a one-way street.
"Dick, maybe we should go back!" Tim suggested after he had managed to avoid an accident. Dick relaxed a little.
"No, it's fine just go left."
By the time the two had made it a street from home it was dark out. They would continue speeding and braking and had a series of slurs thrown at them from Gotham drivers. As they were on the final leg a very familiar and uncomfortable noise was heard behind them.
"Ah Dick?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm pretty sure that cop wants us to pull over." Dick eyes widened as he turned around and groaned.
"Pull over."
Tim pulled the car over to the side of the road and rolled down the window as the officer came up.
"License and registration?" He asked standardly. Before Tim could get out a word Dick took control.
"Actually, I'm out teaching my brother here how to drive."
"Hmmm." The officer blankly mumbled, "Let's see your licence then." Dick eyes went wide as he reached into his wallet to pull out two pieces of plastic that were once his license.
"Here you go." Dick handed the officer the plastic.
"Get out of the car."
"May I help you?" The elderly man opened the door and asked the policeman.
"These yours?" He asked as he stepped out of the way of two goofy-grinning, handcuffed Wayne-boys. Alfred didn't hesitate.
"Never seen them before in my life." And he closed the door.
"Alfred who was there?" Bruce Wayne asked as he came to the front door.
"Oh, just some hooligans who stole your car."