"When I was little, I came to Gotham once with my father. Since we didn't know our way around, we drove the airship a bit slowly, probably about this speed. Then an empty beer bottle flew through the rear window and hit my-"
Before Barry could finish, fate played out the same familiar scene again.
An empty beer bottle came spinning in from outside, heading straight for the back of his head.
Of course, if Barry got hit in the back of the head at this point and went down at light speed, he would hardly be living up to the speedster name.
He did not even activate the Speed Force. One hand remained on the steering wheel while the other caught the bottle.
A gray-haired old woman poked her head out of the vehicle behind them, waving her cane and swearing at Barry.
"Kiss my asshole, you goddamn bastard!"
They were still more than ten kilometers from Gotham, yet neighborly relations were already becoming simple and warm. Then again, the speed of Barry's driving stood in stark contrast to his running speed, so it was only natural for the driver behind him to curse him out.
Qin Wei turned to look. The foul-mouthed granny seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen her.
Meanwhile, Barry had used the opportunity to activate the Speed Force and make a round trip. Although he lacked the stamina to run back to Central City, he still had enough to shut that honey-sweet little mouth.
One second, Highway Granny was being all cultured and easygoing; the next, she discovered that half her head had been wrapped like a mummy.
Amid the granny's muffled whimpers as she tugged at her lips, Barry pulled the door shut and stuffed the electrical tape back