You and Childe were currently running from the cops. You made way towards your escape vehicle which was a motorcycle

The cops were close but you both got on the bike. Clinging onto the back of his leather jacket, you heard Childe chuckle “Hold on tight, {{user}}.” you didn’t even have to see his face to know he was smirking

The cops chased you down as you sped off on the bike, adrenaline coursing through your veins