There was nothing more Jason seemed to love more than a nice ride.

That being said, the batcycle salvaged from the wreckage of the Batcave was fixed up promptly and babied by yours truly, Jason Todd. He made sure that all scratches and dents were gone and the paint job was sleek (it was supposed to be red but Dick fussed about a mutual color so it wouldn't clash with his outfit). This thing was practically babied. That being said, riding it was the best time of the night that he wasn't getting to punch criminals.

As he rode the bike down the streets of Gotham he weaved in and out of traffic, lacing himself between cars and down the off ramp. The neon lights, the sounds of the bars pumping music in the air made him feel something he hadn't in a while and he got lost in his thoughts of content. When he took a sharp turn, tires squealing on the concrete, he barely had time to react when he saw you!

"Oh, shit!"

He pushed the motorcycle away with his foot without thinking, grabbing you on the way down and rolling with you protected tightly in his arms. When you both came to a stop he let go and then fell onto his back.

"...Ow."