"You've got to be joking."

"I am one hundred percent not joking." Richard smiled at her.

"How did you even find out about that?"

"I have my ways."

"Alfred got then for you, didn't he?" Raven questioned, her hands on her hips.

Richard gritted his teeth. "Possibly." He mumbled.

"That's what I thought." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "So, when is it?"

"It starts in three hours."

"Richard, that city is almost three hours away!"

He smiled at her. "Guess we better get going then, huh?"

...

Raven could not believe it. This was something she had always wanted to see at least once in her life, and here she was, sitting on wooden bleachers, between her boyfriend's legs, curled up under a blanket, watching the races.

Dirt track races were a rare occurrence in places near Jump City, but whenever there was one within a few hours of Jump, Alfred scored tickets for Richard and his girlfriend. Last time there was a race, Raven had been sick with the flu and was unable to go, but made Richard promise to take her to the next one he had tickets to.

He promised to take her to the rest of the races he had tickets for.

Raven found something thrilling about the races as the evening progressed, and Richard seemed to know a lot about them.

"This guy always wins. His name's Victor, and he's absolutely crazy!" Richard yelled over the loud cars currently racing around the track. "He's insanely smart, and I've been told he only has prosthetic limbs and one eye, the other one's glass!"

Raven had to admit she was very impressed.

Throughout the night, she stayed cuddled up to Richard, making bets on who would win the race, who would wreck, who would get in a fist fight in the stands.

Raven usually won the bets.

"I win again, Dick." She always called him that when she teased him. "Looks like you owe me another one."

"Dammit, now I see why Garfield warned me not to make bets with you." Richard groaned, pulling another beer from his backpack and handing it to her.

"He lost his whole cooler making bets with me before. He learned his lesson." She smiled, taking another drink of her already opened can. "I've already taken five from you."

"Yeah, and I only have one left, and I'd like to drink it."

"Then stop losing bets." She said as if it were that simple.

He scoffed. "As if I could."

She kissed the corner of his mouth. "I know. Plus, you gotta drive us home, so I don't think you'll be needing the sixth one."

"Oh, no no no," he scolded, pinching her arm lightly, "no more for you."

"This is only my second, and I still have four more to drink."

"No more for you. You don't want your mom to find out and ban you from talking to me ever again, do you?"

She clutched her chest in mock hurt. "I'm hurt that you would think I would actually give a damn about what she has to say." He rolled his eyes, but she continued. "Like she could keep you away from me."

He kissed the top of her head before resting his chin in the spot he kissed, tightening his hold on her. "You and I both know she couldn't."

They turned their attention back to the race, seeing Victor's electric blue and white car crossing the finish line and the green flag waving. Both let out a cheer and began laughing as the guys in front of them began a victory dance.

"Thank you all for coming to watch the races tonight. We will be back tomorrow for the finals, and you don't want to miss that."

Raven looked up at Richard, her eyes speaking volumes. He smiled and reached into his backpack, producing two more tickets.

"I promised to take you to every race, didn't I?"

She smiled and crashed her lips into his, her hands pulling at his hair while his hands moved up and down her sides. "I love you."

"I'm only bringing you back tomorrow only if you never call me Dick again."

She pouted, making Richard laugh. "I love you too, now come on. I gotta get you home."