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Gotham streaks by in a smear of wet neon and dark pavement, the engine's growl a constant vibration through your body. Your arms are wrapped tight around Jason's torso, hands clenched on the rigid plates of his armored jacket as you lean into a sharp turn. The wind carries the tang of impending rain and city grit. This isn't your bike—yours is laid up after a crash—and the absence of control, of your own handlebars, leaves you feeling unmoored. You are acutely aware of every protective layer between your fingers: the Kevlar, the impact foam, the hardened ceramic. He wears it all as if it weighs nothing, moving with a lethal, fluid grace during fights that seems to defy the armor's bulk. The night's work done, he rolls to a stop outside your building and cuts the engine. The sudden sil…