Dick and Lacy took the same bike. There was less of a chance that Senna was going to notice them if there was only was familiar bike hiding in New York City. Lacy was the one driving with Dick holding onto his dear life behind her. "If she's going to be seeing Zantana, we have to go to one of the show houses. She's always putting on magic shows, so it shouldn't be that hard to find where she's showing tonight." He explained.

The streets, as to be expected, were packed with cars, bikes, skateboards, baby carriages, and so many people. The air reeked of cigarette smoke and bad air, just like Gotham. "Any ideas of what to do when we get there?" He asked, not really sure if he could really fight against Senna. At least, not at 100%. Even if he did, Senna was the better fighter out of the two, but Dick had more brains than she did on how to use those skills.