Disclaimer-I do now own the characters. DC Comics does; I just own the plot.

This is a request from depressed 4 eva who asked for a story about Dick and Kory street racing against each other, without knowing it. Sorry it took so long but I wanted it to coincide with Chapter 34 of 'Year 2'.

Lose Yourself

Saturday

December 24, 2005

10:22 PM

Wayne Manor-Kory's Room

"I need to do something," Kory groaned out in frustration as she leaned against the headboard of her bed.

Donna just sighed and continued doing her homework at her friends' desk.

"I need to get my mind off of Roy," Kory said as she got up and went to her closet.

She opened up the doors to her walk-in closet and walked in and over to the back. She came back out a few minutes later with a pair of black boots on and a black leather jacket over her long sleeved dark green thermal shirt.

"Going for a ride?" She asked with a smile as she finally looked up from her homework.

"I'm going for a race." She said as went over to her desk and grabbed her keys off the small hook over it and her wallet near the edge of the desk. She glanced down at Donna's science book and laughed a bit. "I'll be back before we go out on city watch. Good luck with your homework."

"Good luck trying to get that kiss off your mind." Donna shot back with a smile. Kory just stuck her tongue out at her before leaving her room.

She moved quickly and silently through the large mansion until she finally left and headed to the garage. She unlocked the door and turned on the lights. She found her new dark purple Yamaha V-Max. She grabbed her helmet off the rack next to the door before getting her bike and wheeling it out of the garage, stopping only to lock the door.

She moved down the snowy driveway, walking her bike down carefully until she reached the gate. She went to the keypad on the side and entered the code. The gate opened slowly and she was able to walk her bike out before it opened completely.

She put her helmet on, lowered the visor, and got on her bike. She quickly turned it on and revved it up before zooming off into the cold night with a wide smile.

She traveled across town until she reached the street race course at the end of the city. She rolled up to the starting line coolly and placed her feet on the ground waiting for the bookie to come up and ask her for the racing money.

It wasn't long until a tall African-American man with long dreads came up.

"Five hundred." He said gruffly, holding out his hand for the cash.

She pulled wallet from her jacket pocket and took out the money and handed it to him wordlessly. He counted it before putting it in his pocket and walking away.

She put her wallet in the inside pocket of her jacket and zipped it up so it wouldn't fall out when she raced.

She glanced over at the other racers for a moment.

None of them really looked like much competition, except for one. The rider, whose face was hidden by his midnight black helmet, was all the way at the other end of the line and already had his bike revved up for the race. The guy next to him was talking trash to him, trying to make him lose his focus.

She turned back to the road in front of her just moments before the gun went off, and the racers shot forward.

She took an easy lead but so did the guy that had been on the other side of the line.

She looked over at him and smirked behind the dark visor of her helmet.

Maybe this guy would be a challenge.

They both looked at each other quickly before getting closer to each other.

She quickly brought out her leg to kick him in the head and knock him off his bike, but he tried doing the same and both their feet ended up hitting up hitting each other. They both had to bring their legs back in as they swerved close to the ground, their heads barely a foot away from it.

Kory served in a complete circle, gaining back her momentum and shooting off again, but it seems her opponent had thought of the same thing as he was zooming along with her again.

Compared to the two leaders, the other racers were still to far back to do anything but watch and wait to see if they could get an opening.

There was a fork in the road ahead.

Kory looked at the other racer, just as he looked at her.

They both turned at the same time, and looked to be on a collision course when the both swerved a bit, popped a wheelie, and then went down the separate roads.

Kory didn't even bother looking to her left for him, the buildings would block his position. She took a sharp right and traveled down a series of empty alleys for the next few miles. Finally she took a sharp left, onto the sidewalk and down into the subway station.

No one was around and she easily slipped past the detectors and onto the tracks.

She rode down the track for a good ten minutes before she saw a bright light ahead of her.

She charged forward, not worrying about the fast moving train coming toward her. Not worrying about it yet anyway.

She increased speed a bit and, just when it looked like she was going to crash into the oncoming train, she took a sharp right onto the nearby platform and sped past the counters, up the steps, and back into the street.

When she got there, so did the mysterious rider she had been racing against before.

He came out of the tunnel opposite her.

They were both back to being neck and neck.

They moved closer to each other until there were only a few inches between them.

Kory reached out and grabbed his jacket with her left hand while he reached out and grabbed hers with his right.

They tugged and pushed at each other until a loud horn went off in front of them and they were forced to separate so the oncoming truck could pass between them. Once it past they were back on each other.

Every blow Kory tried to send at him, he tried to send the same one, and the result was always the same.

They were equally matched, but neither gave up trying to outdo the other so they could take the lead.

Finally, they made it to the finish line, ending the race in a tie.

Once they passed the yellow line, that had been laid out in the dirt, they immediately hit the brakes, jumped off their bikes, and threw off their helmets, before looking at each other in shock.

"Richard?" Kory whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Kory?" He asked back, his voice a bit louder.

"What are you doing here?" They asked at the same time.

Dick ran a hand through his midnight black locks before looking back down at her.

"I needed to think," He told her honestly, thinking back to, not only what had happened the night before, but his talk with both Bruce and Alfred earlier that day. "You?"

"Same," Kory answered before looking down at the ground, thinking about the kiss she had shared with Roy the night before and her talk with Donna that morning.

They stood in silence as the few other racers, that made it through the course, finally crossed the finish line.

"Wanna race again?" Kory asked as she picked up her helmet.

"Definitely," Dick said, picking up his helmet as well.

They both got back on their bikes and revved them up for the next race.

A/N: There it is! I hope you liked it, depressed 4 eva!

When I first got the request I thought it'd be a great little tie-in for the latest chapter of 'Year 2' and decided to hold it off a bit, or else it would have been ready sooner.

Thanks for reading! Please review and Happy New Year everyone!!!