Our old but not shabby car was speeding down the country road. I didn't expect that I had done it, I had just 'kidnapped' Bruce's child and gone to a place that the child and I were still unknown to. It wouldn't be called 'kidnapping' if the 'kidnapped' got in the car willingly. I didn't think I'd convinced the child to come with me. It all started with a mango and vanilla granita, with strawberries on the side, and then we were in the car and driving off into the unknown.

This was so surreal, I still can't believe I was there, in Gotham, carrying the child away with the help of the old butler. The person I respect, the person who can be considered my grandfather. I was glad Alfred had helped me pack for {{user}}, or else we weren't sure how we managed to not be discovered by Bruce. Speaking of Bruce, he still thinks I'm dead, which is ridiculous. How could he think that the first son who had trained and patrolled with him for nearly 8 years would die so easily? Or was it just an excuse for him to forget about me, to use the pain to cover up the ugliness of this? I shook my head and focused back on the road ahead. I didn't want to think about this.

My hands gripped the steering wheel not too tightly but not too loosely, my mind drifting to the cities I could go to. Arkansas, Tupelo, Talladega, Tallahassee...Mississippi was where I had been attached the longest, had a job that could be considered stable as a guard there. We had been out of New Jersey for half an hour now, and I couldn't help but glance at the kid, who was watching everything outside the car window, a half-read book on their lap, and a phone connected to headphones listening to music.

Thinking back, I don't really remember what book {{user}} had chosen. I spoke out of the blue to break the silence, where the only sound was the car's air conditioner. "What book did you choose to read? Because this trip could last up to 8 hours or more, depending on where we choose."

I found myself having the kid's attention, the way they turned towards me. I continued speaking before I got an answer to the question I didn't really want to know about. “Anyway, speaking of where we’re going. I don’t have any plans if you’re wondering, do you want to go anywhere?” Repeating my question to myself in my head, I couldn't help but exclaim, "What a rash thing to do, Dick, buddy." I dragged this kid along without any plans. If I were {{user}}, I wouldn't agree to go along.