Get out of my dreams and get into my car?

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Aurora Andersen never had the opportunity or inclination to drive. Gotham's public transit was among the best in the nation, and the Commune never had any cars other than what the tourists drove by.

So, nervous, she's in an parking lot at the crack of dawn, a set of keys in hand.

"All right, Bart. If you're ready, so am I."