"It sure is a beautiful day, Rae," Cyborg rolls the driver's side window down some and breathes deeply the cold air squeezing through. "Kinda makes you want to get out and run home, much less ride in a car, huh?"

"It's your car," I drone. "I'm not in the mood for a drive around the park. I need to get home."

Cyborg chuckles. "Whatever in the world for, girl? You're always having to get home!"

"So how's life treating you?"

"It is treating me as fate delivers…"

"Wow, aren't you talkative?"

"If you don't mind, Cyborg, I didn't decide to ride in the T-Car with you to chat. I decided to come with you because I do not have a driver's license—much less a car of my own—to drive by my own choosing."

"But you could have flown!"

"Gawd, I don't understand it! If I could fly, I'd be soaring through the skies all day! You wouldn't see me sticking to the ground like a sore prairie dog!"

"Flight isn't all that poetic bleeding hearts make it…," I say.

"Oh? Then what I'm guessing is………"

"I'm tired, Cyborg," I remark. "I don't even think I could fly home safely without falling at least once."

"You don't say….," he glances at me sideways. "Is it really that much of a strain on that pretty head of yours?"

"It can be unbearable at times…," I hiss. "Especially after spending so much of my mental energies in saving a dozen people from a burning building."

"Hey! You did good back there! I'm surprised you're not doing loopty loops in the air for pride!"

"Cuz that's what I'd be doing! Hell, I saved a bunch of kids from the collapsing buildingside just a few minutes ago as well! I'm in the mood for running laps around the Tower! Heh….maybe B.B. and Terra will be in the mood for some flag football later or somethin' cuz I'm restless and HAPPY! WOO!"

"Cat got your tongue…R-Raven?"

"Did you just say I have a pretty head?"

"Uhm……"

I glare at him. "You said 'a strain on that pretty head of yours'."

"Yeah…..and?"

"AND?"

"I want to roll over and die…," I groan.

He chuckles. "God, girl! You never can lighten up for once, can you?"

"If I lighten up, I might lose my grip of the earth and float away…."

"Well, hell! That's for damn sure! Eat a frickin' ham sandwich, girl! Your weight is scaring me!"

"I was being figurative…."

"You mean you were telling a joke!"

"No, I mean that I was……why am I having this conversation with you?"

"Hehehehehe."

I fold my arms, huff, and glare out the window. "Beast Boy and the others should be riding with us to absorb your talkative self. Not me."

"Nuh uh…..Starfire and Robin went to walk around the park."

"Uh huh…."

"……..and Terra and BB went to the All-You-Can-Eat Waffle buffet in downtown."

"You don't say…."

"But I do! Spring is in the air, girl! And you know what THAT means….."

"No, I don't."

"…………………….seriously?"

"Is this some kind of riddle, Cyborg?"

He shrugs while gripping the wheel. "Nah….I guess not."

"Good. Now please…..stop talking to me….."

Cyborg sighs with momentarily fake frown. "Oh well. Guess I'll have to deal with boredom the other way I can."

Silence…..

Cyborg grins wide and jerks hard at the wheel: "TURNPIKE DETOUR!"

SCREEEEEEEEECH!

VRMMMMMMMMM!

I wince all over and scrunch up against the passenger wheel. My hand flies protectively to the Jesus Bar.

"Cyborg! What are you….?"

"Gonna test out the new nitro, girl! Boo-Ya! I might just fly today yet!"

"What? Are you insane….?"

"I'm bored! WOO HOO! Beautiful day! Turnpike nitro boost here we come!"

"Okay then, talk to me….."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Talk to me, Cyborg! Talk to me!"

"I'm borrrrrrrred! Hahahaha!"

"TALK TO ME!"

VRMMMMMMMMMMM!