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WHO: Charlie and Damian
WHERE: All over the streets of the City.
WHEN: Sometime during the weekend at night?
WARNINGS: Teenagers, rugbats and motorcycles.
SUMMARY: Charlie and Damian have a motorcycle race!
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

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[xuffasch]

Damian's Redbird had been a gift from, of all people, Drake. Apparently it had been Damian's, originally, from when he'd last been in the city, but he didn't remember that. Still, he'd modified the bike enough that it didn't look at all like the thing he'd received from Red Robin. So he now deemed it acceptable.

He wasn't on patrol tonight, so when he saw the blue bike racing towards him, his lips quirked upwards in a smirk. Finally, some entertainment. He revved his engine and surged forward to meet Misfit.

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Charlie whirled around a corner just as Damian caught up to her, letting her motorcycle slow down some so that it wasn't a race. Yet. She was grinning wildly, helmetless of course (she had one...somewhere.) She hadn't expected to run into D out here, but she wasn't going to pass up a nice distraction.

Or a chance to kick his ass at something.

"Aren't you like, fifteen years to young to be driving that?" She shouted at him by way of greeting.

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He was in a relatively good mood--odd for him, it was true--so at her remarks he only grimaced for a moment. Then his expression shifted to a smirk.

"I wouldn't be one to split hairs on age, if I were you."

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"Hey, I am totally old enough to be driving!" At least, she was pretty sure she was. Not that she had a license. Not that she could actually get caught, anyway.

"You going anywhere? I bet I can get there first!"