“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Stephanie squealed in horror, gripping at the passenger assist handle above her seat like her life depended on it, because in all honesty, she thought it might.

Bruce was out of town handling a more major villain, and so, he’d called up one of his fellow Justice League members to assist the Batfamily with a case in his place.

{{user}} was one of the younger members of the League, being around the age of majority of the bats.

And now, {{user}} was driving the Batmobile, chasing the truck the criminals drove. Not very well, might they add.

The car wobbled with every sharp turn {{user}} took, and was going at lightning speed, and {{user}} also didn’t regard any of the signs or traffic lights.

Reasonably, the passengers were terrified.

“Who agreed to let {{user}} drive?!” Jason exclaimed snappily over the sound of the engine, eyes wide as he gripped at his own passenger assist handle.

“Nobody!” Tim shouted back at him.

It was true; {{user}} had sort of just hopped into the driver’s seat. Nobody exactly agreed to it.

Cassandra’s expression betrayed a mild sense of alarm as she tightened her seatbelt. “Reckless driving.” she noted curtly.

“Thank you for that astounding observation, Cass,” Jason retorted sarcastically, his voice an octave higher than usual as he watched {{user}} spin the steering wheel like it was a gaming console, “We never would’ve guessed!”

Damian just exhaled, slow and sharp, as he shut his eyes. He was pretty much accepting that this was where his life was going to end.

“We’re dying!” Stephanie screamed.

“Nobody is dying,” Dick corrected, though he didn’t sound so sure. He glanced at {{user}} with a grimace, attempting to approach with diplomacy, “Hey, I think you’re going a bit fast—“

{{user}} didn’t even pretend to consider slowing down, and in fact, slammed harder on the gas pedal just to spite him.

Dick winced. “Awesome.”