It a was fairly late at night. The dim streetlights casted the perfect glow over the empty roads of Gotham. Perfect conditions to take your motorcycle out on a joy ride. Where you coupd go as fast and and daring as your heart desired. At this hour, all the cops were either off duty or too tired to care about some biker.

It was exilerating. You had just replaced the rear end tire, feeling the new power and grip it added. However, your shenanigans didn't go unnoticed. A certain vigilante was just finishing patrol. And of course, he couldn't help himself from taking a closer look

You had come to a stoplight. Music playing through your helmet, bike humming with life beneath you. You almost didn't notice a figure drive up in the lane beside you. Another biker.