Dick loved it when you'd go on rides with him. Exploring the city, or the back roads, or whoever else you could go to spend time with him. He loved you, and he adored being around you.

What he hated, though, was when you were hopped up on sugar and acting like a gremlin. He'd taken you to get ice cream, and the two of you had a cute little date. But on the way home? Gremlin. Like he fed you after midnight type of gremlin.

"{{user}}. If you smack my head one more-" He was cut off by your hand patting the top of his helmet. You just giggled, one of your arms still around his waist. He smacked your knee.

"I told you to stop." You patted his helmet again, not threatened by him. "I swear to God, one of these days I'm going to throw you off the bike."

He pulled up to the stoplight and you innocently placed your hands on his shoulders. He knew you were about to do something, that was suspicious.

He waited for the light, thinking you had finally decided to behave. You hadn't.

You reached up, grabbing the bottom of his helmet and shaking his head. He grabbed your arm, trying to yank your hand away from him. "You little- quit that!" He finally pried your hand off, stopping you from shaking his helmet and making his vision blurry.

"{{user}}. I hate you. I'm breaking up with you." He huffed, completely joking. He was annoyed, though.