Victor looked down at the bike's gauges as he sped off from the crime scene, and realized that the bike would never make it back to his crummy apartment. He tried to think, but he too was running on fumes, the boost from Deadshot acting more like a sip of moutain dew now.

As he turned a corner on Finger street, just a few blocks away, he was met with the brightest light he had ever seen in his life, and the wind was picking up heavily, kicking up all kinds of dust in trash, but he soldiered on and sped under the GCPD issued helicopter, ignoring their demands for him to surrender.

The light encircled him as he pulled the bike to the right, disoritentating his vision, and his hearing picked up several sirens coming his way. He drove through a red light, both sides cop cruisers were coming after him and trying to box him in and match speeds. One of the cop passengers used their car horn to deliver an ultimatum, but Vic didn't listen, hell he could hardly hold his head up. Instead he just turned to face the cops to the right and gave him the bird, pulling his back tire up in a front wheelie and screeched to a stop.

He turned Immediately, forcing the cars to go in reverse, which made them slower, but the helicopter kept pace. He tried to rack his brain with ideas and safe places to hide, but witj the cops on him like this, he would be killed by his bosses by bringing them to the front door, and being dressed like this he would stick out like a sore thumb. But right now he had bigger things to deal with as the two cars had now become four, and he was just several blocks away from the crime scene, he heard a loud semi truck a block or two away, probably in a traffic jam. Then an idea began to form in his head and he smirked at the driver to his right, the man taking his eyrs off the road for only a second.

This allowed Victor and swerve really close to him, causing him to react and pull onto a shopping busy sidewalk and ram into a tree. Four had become three with him in the lead. He look to the car on his left, and dug into his jacket, feigning to pull out a gun, and being an unknown vigilante, they had no clue what he was capable of, so the occupants ducked, causing the car to jerk and slam into a parked car.

Now he just had two to contend with behind him, and the helicopter behind him. He started taking off his gloves while pulling off a cut corner, the sound of the truck getting closer. He tried for another couple of blocks to lose the last two, but to no avail.

Finally he caught sight of it, the truck was carrying a cargo hold, so it would be a good way to conceal himself from his pursuers. He pulled a tight curve around a larging banking institution, for the first time in minutes, the helicopter had pull off him for a minute to avoid colliding with the multi-story building. The truck now two blocks away, in a traffic jam because of his chase, but on the other side of it, was a public transit station.

There was no way the cops could through the jam, and the helicopter was off of him for yhe next few moments, so he took the bull by the horns and revved the engine, pushing the machine to it's limit until...

He leaned the bike over, so far over that his leg was scraping pavement, his pants were getting torn up and he no doubt drew blood. The cops had stopped and the light shown where he was only a second ago. He fell off the bike, letting it smash into the truck while he landed in the middle of it.

Quickly he tore off his half mask and stuffed it into his pocket, he took off his letterman jacket as he rolled over, still not completely through with his momentum, and tore off his bulletproof vest when he stopped.

Now he just looked like some really sweaty high school jock kind of punk. He pulled himself up and sat down on the bench. The searchlight scanning everywhere for him, but unable to locate him, the cops had pulled the driver out his cab to search the vehicle to no avail.

And finally the bus rolled through, Victor prayed to whoever was looking out for him Up There tjat he had change in his pocket, and swore to God Almighty when he found loose changd on the ground, equal to a Gotham bus fare and hoped on, walking no chalantly to the back of the bus, and wiped his sweaty brow after coming to terms with his safety as the bus pulled away onto the night...