sure, cars are a little more well--protected, but bikes are significantly more versatile, they can go places cars can't, and jason's used to narrow city alleys where having that kind of flexibility is important. he likes the wind, too. likes feeling it around him, likes hearing the city beyond it, being able to smell it. his bike is quiet, significantly moreso than most both due to the futuristic environment it had come from and jason's own personal modifications. it means that, even when he's not wearing one of the helmets he's programmed with their own communication devices inside along with audio filters to filter out most the wind while leaving the city sounds around them, he can clearly hear cars honking, the sound of nearby engines, and everything in between.
bruce holds on tight, and jason--doesn't know how to feel about any of this. it's all so weighted, and he's got enough weight on his shoulders right now to try and unpack this, too. so he doesn't. focuses on other shit, instead. like the city going by them, the road signs, how he's in deep shit and all of this is just digging himself a bigger hole that he'll have to figure out how to climb out of later.
it's fine. he's got this. he has--people, here. people he can rely on, usually. jason sucks in a deep breath, holds it in his gut for a few moments before he slowly lets it out.
turns down another alley and slows the bike down as they approach a ratty old warehouse. )
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sure, cars are a little more well--protected, but bikes are significantly more versatile, they can go places cars can't, and jason's used to narrow city alleys where having that kind of flexibility is important. he likes the wind, too. likes feeling it around him, likes hearing the city beyond it, being able to smell it. his bike is quiet, significantly moreso than most both due to the futuristic environment it had come from and jason's own personal modifications. it means that, even when he's not wearing one of the helmets he's programmed with their own communication devices inside along with audio filters to filter out most the wind while leaving the city sounds around them, he can clearly hear cars honking, the sound of nearby engines, and everything in between.
bruce holds on tight, and jason--doesn't know how to feel about any of this. it's all so weighted, and he's got enough weight on his shoulders right now to try and unpack this, too. so he doesn't. focuses on other shit, instead. like the city going by them, the road signs, how he's in deep shit and all of this is just digging himself a bigger hole that he'll have to figure out how to climb out of later.
it's fine. he's got this. he has--people, here. people he can rely on, usually. jason sucks in a deep breath, holds it in his gut for a few moments before he slowly lets it out.
turns down another alley and slows the bike down as they approach a ratty old warehouse. )