“Umm, maybe you should slow down.” Dick says as he tightly held onto the handles in the car.

“No, we gotta get there fast.” Tim retaliates. Tim was currently full of caffeine after drinking four rebulls, three espressos, two Dynapeps, and two five hour energy’s, he pulled his fifth all nighter of the week.

“Timmers, I think we’re going pretty fast.” Jason speaks up from the back seat.

“And that’s saying something for him.” Damian says with an eye roll.

“If we slow down, it’ll delay our arrival.” Tim says, “We need to go. Now.”

“Why did we let him drive again?” you asked from you spot between Jason and Damian.

“Because I said I’d rip your ears off.” Tim says.

“Because he said he’d rip our ears off.” Dick repeated concernedly.