[ Wow, Bruce. Ye of little faith and all that. But Barry makes himself nice and comfortable there in the driver's seat of this fine beauty of a car and he can hardly believe he's actually behind the wheel of it as a driver and not over there in the passenger seat a usual. How many of these does Bruce have again? Not important and he quickly dismisses the thought as Bruce goes and asks what he does.
Barry? Just gives a long uhhhhhhhhhh before answering. ]
...if by driving you mean making a getaway in GTA, then yeah, sure. But hey, no time like the present for a crash course, right? [ Waggling his brows over at Bruce, he laughs about two point five seconds later and waves a hand around dramatically. ] I'm kidding! Of course I know. Wow, what kind of person do you take me for? [ A beat, as he starts up the ignition. ] Don't actually answer that?
[ Hands on the steering wheel, he grips it nice and tight, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip before he throws a curious smile over to Bruce. Does he look good behind the wheel, Bruce? Does he? ]
So how fast can this baby go? [ Once again, a beat, because a thought comes to him and he looks to Bruce Super Seriously. ] Can I drive the Batmobile?
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Barry? Just gives a long uhhhhhhhhhh before answering. ]
...if by driving you mean making a getaway in GTA, then yeah, sure. But hey, no time like the present for a crash course, right?
[ Waggling his brows over at Bruce, he laughs about two point five seconds later and waves a hand around dramatically. ] I'm kidding! Of course I know. Wow, what kind of person do you take me for? [ A beat, as he starts up the ignition. ] Don't actually answer that?
[ Hands on the steering wheel, he grips it nice and tight, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip before he throws a curious smile over to Bruce. Does he look good behind the wheel, Bruce? Does he? ]
So how fast can this baby go? [ Once again, a beat, because a thought comes to him and he looks to Bruce Super Seriously. ] Can I drive the Batmobile?