Riding Hit-Girl's flashy purple motorcycle and following her directions, the two quickly found a drainage outlet by the Hudson River and drove underground.
The rest of the journey was much easier. There was no such thing as traffic jams or oncoming vehicles when riding a motorcycle through the sewers, so they had a nearly unobstructed path the whole way.
Especially since this Batman was a fake. Once Deathstroke returned to the sewers, it was like coming home. The New York sewer systems in many worlds had similarities, and he could practically guess where Hit-Girl's Safehouse was.
Naturally, this made Mindy admire him even more. She had not even told him the exact location, yet Batman had headed in the right direction. He seemed to know everything. No wonder he was the brain of the Justice League.
The roar of the motorcycle engine echoed through the pitch-black tunnels. Damp sludge burst beneath the tires like black flowers, while the bike's red taillight almost carved a glowing arc through the darkness. The wind whistling past her ears, however, had Hit-Girl so excited that she kept letting out random cries.
"Yahoo!!!"
She would never ride this fast when she was alone. The sewers were quite slippery, and going too fast was practically gambling with her life. She was not afraid of dying; she just did not want to die meaninglessly in a traffic accident.
But with Batman riding, even the speedometer on the dashboard was not enough. He had nearly pushed the motorcycle to its limit, yet Mindy still felt completely at ease. She hugged the Dark Knight around the waist, fully trusting that nothing would go wrong. Otherwise, why would he be called a "knight"?
Although she had mistaken him for someone else because of the deception, the truth was indeed much