She had decided that there was nothing better than riding a motorcycle at night. The feeling of the wind in your hair, the purr of the bike under your gloves… It was like a special language that was kept between machine and rider alone. The faster you go, the more intense the connection, and at the moment Helena and her bike were pretty connected.
Zipping through the busy night without a second thought, she concentrated on the turns and narrowly avoided the other cars. You would think that at this time the streets would be empty, but it was Gotham. Something was always happening somewhere. Her cape kept smacking against her back, a constant reminder that tethered her to Earth and kept her from driving into the sky.
Ever since she was younger, she had looked to adrenaline as a way to block emotions. It didn’t matter what the activity was, she just needed something to feel other than fear or loneliness. Watching the speedometer on the bike max out, Helena couldn’t help but smile and make a sharp right. Cars screeched and honked, but would probably assume she was in some daring high speed chase and not just out on a joy ride. It was hard to get a parking ticket when you wore a mask.
Everything seemed to move slowly around her, a sign of speed. It was like being in a separate little dimension, free of rules and pain and men who came in the night with guns. Here, no little girls would be left on their own. Here, she could just ride. And that was exactly what she planned on doing.