@onlyheartaches asked: “Examine!” The Batmobile / meme
You still remember the first time you saw it. Even your years of living in the heart of Metropolis hadn't prepared you for something like this.
The vehicle was black and sleek and amusingly named with the same Bat prefix as everything else here, but something about it had made you want to recoil. That single vehicle was likely worth more than everything on the farm combined, and such displays of wealth had a tendency to leave a sour taste in your mouth. It's not like you were jealous or anything. Quite the opposite! You have always taken great pride in your humble roots, your family comfortable but rarely living in excess. You were brought up on the importance of working for what you have, and took that message to heart just as Ma and Pa wanted you to.
But you're not so naïve that you're unaware of the connotations your country life has pinned on you. Smallville is seen as unremarkable even by other rural communities, a nothingburger of a town that couldn't even hold onto its title as the biggest corn producer in the state. It's not the sort of place people like to admit to being from, much less with as much open pride as you. Your time at Metropolis University had taught you that.
...You know the Bat's not that type. Even if he'd already picked up the subtle traces of your Ma's twang in your disguised accent—and, as you're not the type to underestimate, you can only assume that he has—he's said nothing about it. Certainly nothing to deserve being lumped in with the same kinds of people who'd elbow you in the ribs every time you passed a car, making cruel jibes about roadkill meals that made your eyes prickle with heat and your vision go red at the edges.
But even so. There's a large part of you that wants to refuse the transport, offer some half-hearted excuse about flight being faster and flee into the skies until even the light from his beacon can't reach you.
But the smaller, quieter, more sensible part of you reminds you that you're in Gotham. His city. Just as you have your rules for Metropolis, isn't it only fair to follow his direction and do as he does for as long as you're here?
And so you'd climbed in. Stiffly, perhaps, and treating it a more like an art museum filled with priceless, untouchable artefacts than a vehicle to be used, but you were at least sitting in it.
And while flight would have been faster, you had to admit that the journey was far more fun when you had someone to share it with. It helped with the strategy discussion, too, bouncing ideas off of each other until you'd found a plan you both agreed on.
At some point during the ride, you'd even gotten comfortable in your seat.
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