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[It takes Dick a while to figure out which streets Jay is leading him down and around. He knows for a fact that they aren't going straight to the safe house, which is most certainly smart in Dick's mind. It would be stupid to do anything that brazen after the scene they both made at the bar. Dick hadn't meant for the door to break off the hinges, but they were having a minor pissing contest and the door happen to be collateral damage. Luckily after his surveillance of the scene, Dick noticed the bartender stuffing cash in their pocket.

It was good enough, he figured. They were done and paid for and the time in the back room was taken care of too. They might as well have rented out a room across the street by the hour, and got bed bugs for it. Flying down the streets catching flashes of red, as he goes Dick holds tight to his dark blue ride that is even darker in the evening, not nearly as flashy because he doesn't need to be seen-- as he chases down Jay.

Most of his brain is on hold still, all giving way to the fire burning in his veins. A tiny part of him screams to turn back, to head back to his place and forget that this happened. Dick, being stupid and vulnerable argues with that voice that he owes Jay now, and he won't have that on the table. Not to mention the rapid flashes of Jay's mouth wide and sliding over his cock keep replaying on repeat in his filthy mind. It's taken over the bat and body as his punishment. Now it's the knowledge of the secret he's given up. ]