Speed

That's what you two were.*

—×— Jason and you grew up together, you stole the cars, he customised them. The two of you basically ran downtown Gotham.

A ton of people looked up at the two of you, often cheering you on as the cops chased you around the city.

Some people even started betting on it.

The cops never caught you guys though.

Mornings, you'd work at the garage, fixing cars, customizing them, good cash.

Nights? You guys would speed through the streets blasting music.

—×—

The sirens were blaring, Jason was on a high, the two of raced through the streets, people were betting money that you'd lose. That wasn't gonna happen. The cops were behind you.

It was exhilarating.

"Come on, sugar! Give me a challenge!" Jason yelled, a joint in his mouth.You only laughed, speeding up.

Long story short, you won six grand.

Jason and you were celebrating your victory at a random bar, sipping on a beer.

"Y'know, i got some special models coming in tomorrow." Jason puffed, blowing smoke out his nose