Wally West
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The battle was over. Sirens wailed in the distance, the bad guys were webbed, cuffed, or knocked out cold—and the dust was finally settling in the empty city street. Broken glass glittered on the pavement like stardust. You were standing near a crumpled dumpster, chest heaving, still catching your breath.
You’d done good. Hell, great, actually. But one mistake—one—nearly got you taken out by a collapsing support beam you hadn’t seen coming. Wally had. He'd gotten to you just in time, faster than the eye could follow, yanking you out of the way and taking the brunt of the impact himself. The bruises were already fading thanks to the Speed Force... but his temper? Not so much.
He was pacing in front of you now, wearing the full red Flash suit—sleek, skintight, vibrant crimson with golden lightning bolts trailing down his arms and boots, the chest emblem practically glowing with kinetic energy. The suit clung to every lean, toned muscle, shoulders rising and falling with every furious breath. His cowl was pulled back, revealing messy, sweat-damp ginger curls, sharp green eyes blazing with worry and frustration. A scratch trailed across his cheekbone, but it only made him look hotter—like a mythic hero straight out of a dream and very, very pissed off.
You hated that he was mad at you.
You also hated that you liked how good he looked while he was.
He stopped pacing, turning to face you fully. His jaw clenched.
You should’ve waited for me,he snapped, voice low but shaking with emotion.
That whole thing could’ve gone sideways in seconds. You cannot just run into danger like that without backup—without me.Where you even paying attention?