A blank street was fully illuminated by the glaring sun overhead. But that wasn't normal, this was Steel City, it was a bustling industrial town. There should be cars and people milling about endlessly, and it would've been like that, was a war on wheels not about to pass through.

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Aqualad and Speedy blurred past the scene on a 'confiscated' motorcycle.

The Atlantian yelled over the engines, his voice shaky, "R-ROY! I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE THIS!"

The devil-may-care smirk melted off the archer's face temporarily after firing a series of trick arrows rapid-pace at their pursuers, "GARTH! I JUST SAID TAKE THE WHEEL! SURELY YOU CAN DO THAT!"

Aqualad's frightened face morphed into one of anger, "I'VE NEVER DRIVEN A SURDWELL'S VEHICLE! THIS THING IS GOING WELL OVER 80 MPH, WHATEVER THE HELL THAT MEANS! THERE ARE BULLETS WHIZZING ABOUT US AND BESIDES, HOW CAN I TAKE THE WHEEL WHEN THERE IS NO FUCKING WHEEL!"

A Jeep sped up behind them, guns blazing. One bullet actually managed to ping off the side of the cycle, blowing the kickstand right off the machine.

"AAAH!" Aqualad screamed.

"WHOA! GARTH! KEEP THIS DAMN THING ON THE ROAD!" Speedy bellowed as the Atlantian swerved in his fear.

Another two Jeeps pulled up with the first, and sheets of hot lead flew at our heroic duo.

Ignoring Aqualad's constant exclamations Speedy pulled three arrows out from his quiver, laced them on the string at the same time, took a half second to aim, and let the shafts fly.

In half a blink the three arrows were striking three grills and doing their trick thing.

In the next half of the blink one truck's hood exploded in fire, another's was encased in ice, and the third was propelled up and back by an intense shockwave before crashing back down into the street.

Speedy sat in his seat a second admiring his handiwork before the smoldering wreckage of their pursuers shrank away in the distance. It was at this particular point in time that Speedy noted a few things. One was the wind still whistling about his ears. Another was the buildings that were still blurring past him, and as a bug finally met it's juicy demise against the back of his head, Speedy realized what was wrong, "GARTH! STOP THIS FUCKING THING!"

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY! I CAN'T DRIVE THIS THING!"

"JUST HIT THE BRAKE!"

"WHAT BRAKE!"

"THE BRAKE!"

"WHERE NUMBNUTS?!"

"THE LEVER ON THE HANDLE!"

"OKAY FOUND IT! NOW WHAT?"

"FUCKING SQUEEZE IT BEFORE WE EITHER WRECK AT HIGH SPEEDS OR REACH GOTHAM CITY!!"

"Say it don't spray it…" was all Aqualad said before finally initiating the brake; all at once.

Needless to say, the pair was thrown off the bike as it went end over front and rolled for a few moments. The two flew through the air with twin screams of fright.

"AAAAHHHH!"

TH-THUD!

…

Two heads surfaced simultaneously from the ambiguous muck of the dumpster they had landed in.

Speedy, covered in garbage, turned his head to Aqualad, a seething look on his face.

Aqualad, similarly sullied, returned Speedy's angry stare with a look of vague irritation, "Don't look at me sideways like that, man. I told you I had no idea how to operate that thing."

Speedy's teeth started to grind, "I'm neck deep in cat food, used diapers, and rusted pop cans, and it's all because of you. Don't try and turn this around on me or I will sew your gills shut while you sleep."

A black-gloved hand protectively covered Aqualad's neck where his gills were located, "That is so not cool. Especially since you could've given a new driver better instructions. Yelling isn't the best way to communicate."

Speedy turned his head and glared forward into nothingness, "I deny your logic and substitute my own."