How the hell did he get into this mess?

Right now, Jason was making his way onto an empty country road. The northwestern wind blows through his white and black hair, making him shiver. He made his way to his car. A black, 1969 Bolt Charger. Bruce would kill him if he wrecked the car.

It had started in a dive bar. Jason had been having a few bears when he had spotted {{user}}. Their long hair. Their black, white and red racing jacket. It was the new race car driver on his team. {{user}}.

Obviously, Jason was head over heels. I mean, who wouldn't be? {{user}} was stunning. Jason had made his way over, offered to buy a drink. A little bit of teasing flirting, the back and forth antics that he did with any other girl. That's when he asked for a date, and got met with a deal.

Drag race.

If Jason won, he'd get the date. If Kaitlynn won, she'd get to race in the number 1 car instead of him tomorrow at the Gotham Grand Prix.

{{user}} pulled up next to Jason's car. Her's was an Mercedes, with and S class interior. Jason could just imagine, being in the back seat with her, kissing and making out, the feeling of her hips underneath his large, callused hands-

Quickly snapping back into reality, Jason shook his head. He walked around to {{user}}'s car window. He smiled teasingly, before speaking to her.

"Nice car, sweetheart. Still wanna race?"