Even though she remembered to breathe, Ari's second motorcycle ride was just as painful as the first. She managed not to break down this time, though, and even found herself smiling when part of the bike's handlebar . . . blew up?
"Oops," said Nightwing, his voice crackling slightly in her ear through her helmet's speaker. "Knew I shoulda changed out those batteries."
"Isn't there a stereotype about males and maintenance?"
He pulled up the bike's computer and ran a few checks while she stared at the little holographic guns. And the grappling hooks. And the little animation of the bike breaking apart and flying. Nightwing's arms adjusted to turn off the diagram. "Yeah, well, one of my, ah, friends visited me a while ago to try to convince me—"
"You okay?" Ari asked after a few silent seconds.
Nightwing mused, "That has nothing to do with you. Why did I tell you that?"
"I don't think you should ask me." But she wanted to know. News articles here weren't exactly episode synopses. She didn't remember if a certain TV series had ended yet or not, and she really didn't want to get in the way. Unless she could save any of them.
Nerves of steel? I know I don't have them. Not when it comes to being a passenger, at least.
Smiles and happy transportation wishes to BubbleEwa (Ever had an IV in your hand? The fact that it's not the first choice for one says something, I think. Nightwing is pretty assertive, as I see it. People respect him and listen, but the orders-ness is there. The smashed penny will reappear later.), LuckyAsLockhart (You're very welcome, of course. There's a small stash of buffer chapters, so I think I won't have too much trouble. As for the finale, I have a few ideas. This story won't be operating on the same timeline as the series just yet, but that's only a matter of time.), and Jessica Jayme Bell (I like your thought. Now I can picture someone sneaking into her room late at night to do just that).
See you in a week and a day!
~9.14.15 (Celebrate! Sorry, private joke.)