Re: In-person - Cat/Dickie
"Tell on you for being stimulating?" he teased, "Definitely not."
She probably had a point about training wheels because he didn't even know what he was training for, but he had a vague enough idea at this point. "I always said go big or go home, at least I think I always said that," he said with a laugh at his own expense. But then she went on about Bruce, and the suit, and he had the decency to look confused for a moment, but amused. "Stop it. Just because you know me better than I know me doesn't mean I need training wheels," he added. "Nice landing, kitten, remind me to get you on the high rope one day, just for fun."
He winked at her, and waited until she disappeared from his sight, which was a while considering his sight - but then he moseyed - yes moseyed - along the fence line hands in his pockets whistling a happy tune. He waited until he was near the entrance gate before he gave the fence a booted kick which gave a nice sizzle and a nice warning to the guards that someone was up to something. He counted to five and ran - through the light beam - twice - and listened as he heard people start to yell after him. And he ran. Faster than he ought to have been able to. So fast he had to slow down lest he lose them too soon. Well that was fucking different. He ran every day, but then again he didn't get chased every day.
He heard them still coming after him as he approached his bike - he revved the engine loudly - much louder than was necessary - did a few quick donut turns for posterity, and the real fun started.