"I got this one guys!"

Gogo Tamgo zipped around the cars toward the giant robot that was heading further into the city. Her suit made it easy for her to dodge the cars and people around her. She threw a disc in the direction of the robot. It hit the robot square at the connection between the leg and the body. The leg popped off.

"Yes!" Gogo pumped her fist.

The robot began to tip.

"Uh oh…"

She hadn't anticipated that. She thought quickly and zoomed across to the direction the robot was tipping.

"Get out of here, get out of the way!" She called pushing people to safety.

The shadow of the robot covered her as it tipped closer to her.

She gasped, shut her eyes, and held her hands up – as if that could help.

But it wasn't landing on her.

Why wasn't she dead?

She slowly opened her eyes. Before her was a tall, muscular blonde kid who was not only holding the robot up with one hand, but was smirking at Gogo. He was decked out like a super hero - A red and black suit with an emblem of an i in the center of his chest. He couldn't be any older than 20.

Gogo narrowed her eyes, "I didn't need any help, you know,"

He let the robot fall to the ground with a thud, "Nah, you had complete control of the situation," he smirked, leaning against the carcass of the robot.

Gogo scoffed, "I took it out didn't I?"

"And you almost let it fall on you in the process," he returned.

"I could've gotten out of the way," she retorted, getting real sick of his slick attitude.

"Ah, but you didn't," he spoke, "You need to learn to be more," and suddenly he was standing on the other side of her, "quick,"

She gasped, caught off guard. He was much closer to her now. She rolled her eyes and took a step away from him, "Please, believe me, I know a thing or two about speed," she skated circles around him.

"Oh yeah?" he chuckled with a grin, he looked down the street, "Across town from here there's a minor league baseball stadium, race you there?"

"It's across town…" she pointed out.

"I thought you didn't have a problem with speed," he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"If I win you get to tell me your name and I get to buy you dinner," he extended his hand to her.

"Fine," she narrowed her eyes, "but when I win you have to leave me alone and stop looking at me like that…"

He smirked, "Deal. Go." And with that he was gone with nothing left but a breeze.

Gogo growled as she took off, zipping in and out of traffic, around pedestrians and civilians. She didn't know what route he was taking or how close she was to catching up with him.

Something about this kid bothered her. Maybe it was the fact that he kept looking at her like he thought he was in control.

Suddenly ahead of her she spotted the baseball field. She accelerated and came to a screeching halt as she stopped in front of it. She doubled over to catch her breath.

Then she heard his voice, "You know, you're not bad,"

Ugh. He'd won.

"I'd say you were only about 15 seconds behind me," he told her, helping her back up, "And I have to admit that's the closest anyone's ever come before,"

She rolled her eyes, "Showoff…"

"No actually it's Dash," he extended his hand to her, his smirk had formed into a genuine smile.

She looked at his hand then back at his face. She hesitated before taking his hand, "Gogo… Tomago,"

"Gogo…" he repeated, "It's nice to meet you Gogo…"

He'd gone from showing off to somewhat respecting her. It was a start.

"So how about dinner?" Dash asked, raising his eyebrows.