#[ visage ] wally west

[flashfuture]

Thinking about the lead up to Final Crisis where Legionnaires come from the Future with lightning rods and start running around charging up.

(Justice League of America 2006 #10)

Bruce goes to where he saw a visage of Barry die during Crisis on Infinite Earths and Hal ends up at Barry's lab where he was struck by lightning

The lightning strikes. It's... Wally West and his family.

Hal is happy of course Wally is his nephew but there was definitely a part of him that was waiting for Barry to come out of that lightning

And Bruce says it straight up. "I just -- I thought it was going to be someone else." Bruce is visibly upset Barry didn't come back and then when Barry does Bruce gets thrown back in time and they don't even get to see each other. DC is so fucking evil man.

I know Bruce has probably been haunted for years that the last image of his friend was his skin melting off his bones and Bruce couldn't Help him. And now he thought really thought for a minute that they were getting Barry back but they didn't and he just has to be okay with that and move on.

[goldenrevelries]

(Hope you’re still taking requests!) For Batflash/Bruwally, maybe something about New Years? Or hurt/comfort with injured!Bruce and Wally?

i'll do both, as a treat (and i adore bruwally hhh) <3 happy new year, anon!! i sincerely hope 2023 will be bountiful and gentle to you and me and to anyone who will read this <3 <3 i'll be posting the whole thing soon in ao3!! didnt expect this to get long cidjjf

come and let's be merry

a bruce wayne x wally west drabble

content & content warnings: hurt , blood , injury , alcoholic content , angst , possibly medical inaccuracies , food , incomplete

Wally is excited, practically vibrating in his fuzzy socks. This will be the first time he and Bruce are celebrating New Year's Eve by themselves! Just the two of them!

Dick has 50-50% chance of being on a date with Babs, Jason had left for... somewhere, and Tim's with the Titans! A win-win-win-win situation!

(When the three Boy Wonders had told him of their plans for the upcoming New Year, Wally had pointedly ignored their smirks and eyebrow wiggles to the best of his ability.

[The way all of them had exchanged looks made Wally think he did poorly. Whatever, birdbrains!])

Well, Alfred will be there since he's always at Wayne Manor and Wally is one twitch away from suggesting to Bruce to give the hardworking man a holiday but the butler-slash-parental-figure creates the most delicious of food and–!

Wally stops his train of thought or else he's sure he'll work himself up for nothing then he'll lose his appetite (actually, not really though. Wally balks at the thought).

Anyway. But still! Just the two of them!

Forcing himself to pace the floor in normal speeds despite the fact he's dying to run with a fierce need, Wally takes a look at the clock.

7:38 p.m.

Wally scrunches his face. The decision of meeting at 8 o'clock is too slow for his tastes which really, who chose this time for their meet-up. Wally changes into comfortable clothes, thinking that he can exchange them for another set of clothes he squirreled inside one of the many rooms in the manor, and stretches.

When he feels he's limber enough and won't pull a muscle and it's a one-time thing okay Dick, Wally zips towards Gotham City.

In no time flat, Wally arrives in front of imposing double doors with windswept hair and bouncing feet.

Cookies!

Wally coughs sheepishly, catching himself. And, Bruce, of course—the VIP of the night!

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opens to reveal an ever-polite Alfred but Wally just about catches an upward curl to the butler's mouth and a quick softening of his face before Alfred is once again the visage of professionalism and unruffled guardian.

"Heya, Alfred! Happy New Year!" Wally greets, entering after Alfred stepped aside. "Sorry I'm early, there really isn't anything going on back at Keystone City."

"You're always welcome here, Master Wallace" Alfred says, leading them to the kitchen.

Wally makes a face and perches on a stool by the kitchen island. "Any chance you'll call me Wally, Alfred?"

"Of course, Master Wallace," Alfred says in a way that he will not call Wally by his nickname any time soon. "Master Bruce has been called due to an emergency by Master Richard, in the nightly duties sense. He wants to impart that you are welcome to any refreshments while you wait."

Well, there goes Dick's plans.

Wally perks up, but he won't deny he wants to make a small sound of disappointment. "Cookies?"

Alfred nods crisply, already pulling out his famous homemade chocolate chip cookies and another huge batch with pink-colored icing swirls on top. Steam wafts from them. "Freshly baked hocolate chip cookies and Champagne Sugar Cookies."

"Awesome!"

Waiting for Bruce goes like this:

Alfred prepping and cooking the food with Wally managing to sneak in bites of the no-doubt heavenly food and helping in any way he can. Which isn't that much except for the odd retrieval of ingredients, if at all since a territorial-of-his-sphere-of-domain Alfred is hecking scary. Until Wally gets shooed away to change into a more comfortable outfit.

Soon, Wally is draped over the kitchen island, watching a lion documentary film on his phone and keeping an eye on the clock.

Alfred is cleaning up. While he is impeccable and methodical as always, Wally notes that Alfred is worried, his slow movements and occasional glances to the clock giving him away.

[[[ wahh I'm sorry, anon, i lost steam T-T i'll be editing and adding more scenes and posting it in ao3 soon, these past few days have been Hectic, i underestimated my family's festivities ]]]

[fastestginger]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀❪⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲⠀❫

⠀⠀ ⠀ alt. text: ⠀⠀genetic file

i.

name:⠀⠀Wallace Rudolph West

alias:⠀⠀The Flash

titles:

Wally, Redhead, Kid Flash

pronouns:⠀⠀He/Him

ii.

age:⠀⠀24 — 29

zodiac:⠀⠀Gemini

occupation:

Adventurer, Superhero,

Engineer, Titan

base of operations:

Keystone City; Manhattan

affiliations:

Titans, Justice League,

Flash-family, Terrific-tech

iii.

race:⠀⠀Metahuman

gender:⠀⠀Male

height:⠀⠀6'0"

weight:⠀⠀Approx. 79kg

visage:⠀⠀Tawny Ivory, Freckled

physique:⠀⠀Muscular, toned

eyes:⠀⠀Green

hair:⠀⠀Red

iv.

moral alignment:⠀⠀Good

traits:

Self-confident, protective,

Eager, hotheaded, passionate,

Impulsive, risk-taker, a bit dramatic,

Immature at times, easily bored

Loyal, generous, curious

orientation:⠀⠀Bisexual

love language:

Physical contact,

Flirting, praises & gifts

[acrobatick]

tag drop 

[loteriias-moved]

tag drop: wally west.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     ic.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     wishlist.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     study.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     dash commentary.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     crack.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     crossover.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     aesthetic.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     visage.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     open.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     answered.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     playlist.

𝟎𝟕.     wally west     »     la velocidad     »     headcanon.

[heroicsignature]

TAG DUMP !

[onelittlesparkxrps]

BART ALLEN TAGS

bart: impulsive (general)

bart: im only metahuman (visage)

bart: it’s scavenger rights (aesthetic)

bart: im still comparing your past to my future (headcanons)

bart: dont forget about me (video)

bart: so crash (live action)

bart: opps spoilers (young justice)

bart: young just us (comics)

bart: totally feeling the mode (drabbles)

bart: totally feeling the aster (replies)

bart: the ghost of you (barry allen)

bart: impulsive arrow (cissie kingjones)

bart: in a zetaflash (eduardo dorado jr)

bart: our love of chicken whizzies (jaime reyes)

bart: you dont have the allen family eyes (wally west)

[onelittlesparkx]

BART ALLEN | IMPULSE

bart: impulsive (general)

bart: im only metahuman (visage)

bart: it's scavenger rights (aesthetic)

bart: dont forget about me (video)

bart: so crash (live action)

bart: opps spoilers (young justice)

bart: young just us (comics)

bart: totally feeling the mode (drabbles)

bart: totally feeling the aster (replies)

bart: the ghost of you (barry allen)

bart: impulsive arrow (cissie kingjones)

bart: in a zetaflash (eduardo dorado jr)

bart: our love of chicken whizzies (jaime reyes)

bart: you dont have the allen family eyes (wally west)

[alwaysthepretender-blog]

more tag dumps

[lovebleda2]

iris  tag  drop.

*✧·˚.    visage    /    iris    west.

*✧·˚.    study    /    iris    west.

*✧·˚.    interactions    /    iris    west.

*✧·˚.    open    /    iris    west.

*✧·˚.    dyn    /    iris    &    barry.

*✧·˚.    dyn    /    iris    &    caitlin.

*✧·˚.    dyn    /    iris    &    wally.

*✧·˚.    dyn    /    iris    &    joe.

*✧·˚.    dyn    /    team    flash.

[whipflashed]

◦ 𝕎𝕎 ◦    visage  —  wally west

◦ 𝕎𝕎 ◦    visage  —  dick grayson

◦ 𝕎𝕎 ◦    visage  —  barry allen

◦ 𝕎𝕎 ◦    visage  —  artemis crock

more tba i’m too tired to figure out

[dollwritesarchive]

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have no choice. I’ll have to kiss you.” with Wally West for your fluffy prompts, mayhaps?

the Sunday morning glow pours through the open curtains, spilling warm rays over your countenance, and gently beckons you awake. your eyelids are heavy, resisting to part in the presence of the sunlight, so you moan to yourself and bury your face in the pillow. you didn’t want to get up, you were much too comfy.

“Someone turn the sun off.” Wally’s voice is softer than usual, thick with sleep. he’s lying on his side, one palm flat against the small of your back. you imagined he’s probably stayed in that same position all night, even though you were certain to have tossed and turned. “Let’s sleep in a bit longer.”

you smile, soft and groggy. you’d want nothing more. you hum into the pillow, “It’s been a long time since we could sleep in,” you pause, adding playfully, “and we haven’t had a sleepover since we were kids.”

Wally chortles at that, thumb pressing in to your bare, lower back to massage in slow circles. “Is that what we’re calling this? A slumber party?”

“I don’t know.” you have to think about the question; it’s loaded. finally, you roll over on to your side to face him, rubbing your eyes and scooting closer, which he welcomes by embracing your waist and pulling you against his bare chest. it’s only now, in the morning light, that you see his pectorals are littered with love bites. damn, you were selfish. “I don’t know what to call it.” you admit, sheepish as you peer up at him; you were grateful for your body to be pressed to his because you felt less exposed that way. you still couldn’t believe your best friend and team mate was naked with you in your bed.

“Anything but a mistake?” Wally asked, emerald eyes hopeful. “You could call it long overdue.” his visage was sketched in sleepiness and softness, a lazy grin on his features, with one hand reaching up to allow the back of his knuckles to graze your cheekbone. “I’ve wanted to be right here for such a long time, to know what it was like to wake up next to you.”

the apples of your cheeks start to cook with a heated blush, but you tilt your head as if nuzzling into his caress, and allow your thick lashes to fan out as you bat them, staring up into his eyes. you felt as if you could get lost in the olive oceans, and you’d never complain once. “Well?” you ask, nervously awaiting his verdict. your teeth sink into your lower lip, “What do you think?”

“Hmm?” Wally’s head cocks to the side; a playful simper pulling at his cheeks, “I think that if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have no choice. I’ll have to kiss you.” you exhale, relieved, but your eyes flicker down to his lips. you’d only tasted them for the first time last night, but you knew yourself to already be addicted. another kiss would only cement the hold your childhood friend had on your heart, but you couldn’t deny it was tempting.

“And if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to let you.”

you reach up, fingers tenderly tracing his jawline, guiding him to you. luckily, he obliges, head dipping, and your eyelids flutter closed in complete satisfaction when his supple tiers fit so perfectly against yours. the taste of his lips was so uniquely Wally, as was the way they moved against your mouth, slow and steady, savoring the contact. finally, after a few moments, you break the kiss to pull back, allowing your head to rest against the pillow so you can get a good look at him. he opens his eyes, searching your face for a hint of what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t have to. “I don’t think I’m ready to tell the team just yet,” you whisper, glancing down at how your body is pressed to his, “but I��� I want this. I want you, Wally.”

the speedster stares at you for several seconds, expression soft yet unreadable as he processes each word carefully so as not to misinterpret. he nods after a moment, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then your nose bridge, then the tip. “I’m yours.” he murmurs, breath on your lips, “For as long as you’ll have me.”

and maybe that was his mistake, because you had no intention of letting him go. ever.

[comicbuilt]

[roseswrit]

TAG  DROP,   LINDA PARK  ED !

[backtothestart02bts]

A Million Stars Falling - Chapter 2 Preview

A/N: Full chap should be posted tomorrow.

...

The steady beeping of a monitor overwhelmed Iris as she walked slowly in the med bay at STAR Labs. Cisco was there, as was Harry and Caitlin.

Iris ignored all of them though, focused only entirely on the shell of a man who had been the love of her life for as long as she’d known him. The last time she’d seen him he’d been walking into a portal hand-in-hand with the speed force in the visage of his dead mother, a vision of comfort for him no doubt, but for Iris, it had been haunting. Seeing him choose her over the life that had been laid out before them, the life they’d just gotten back after saving her own life and defeating Savitar.

But then, the city had also been under attack, due to that cursed speed force as well.

She brushed past the memories, focusing entirely on the man in front of her, lying, fully bearded, with his eyes staring up at the ceiling, unmoving.

She stopped a few feet from the bed.

“Is he…comatose?” She looked at Cisco, but the answer came from the patient himself when he shifted his head to look directly at her.

The intensity of that stare stole her breath. He didn’t try to get off the bed and go to her, but he may as well have stripped her naked. She knew those eyes. She knew that soul. He might not be wholly himself right then, but he was still her Barry.

“A million stars falling,” he whispered, and a chill raced down Iris’ spine. She swallowed.

“He’s been saying that a lot,” Cisco interrupted.

With tear-filled eyes and furrowed brows, Iris turned to him.

“Saying what?”

Barry started to sit up.

“A million stars falling. A million stars falling.” He started looking around the room. “Stars falling, stars falling, falling…falling…”

Iris frowned.

“What does it mean?”

“We think it’s referring to the night he went into the speed force,” Caitlin said.

Iris nibbled on her bottom lip, not really sure what to do with the information. She wished she’d gotten to Barry first, but then again, she hadn’t wanted to deal with the possibility of what was before her when she’d first gotten the call.

“Cecile found him,” Harry said, breaking the silence

Iris fixed her gaze on him, her brows furrowed again.

“Cecile? Why wouldn’t she have called me then?”

“Because you’re married with kids now, Mrs. West-Evans.”

There was a slight snark to his words, but Iris ignored that for the time-being. Not everyone could wallow in the lost love of their lives while their kids grew up without another parent. Besides, Barry would’ve wanted her to find love again.

Right?

Iris swallowed, then lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Barry was my best friend too, not just my fiancé.”

In the next heartbeat, Barry had flashed across the room and was writing in some sort of gibberish on the white board. Everyone looked at each other, mystified.

“I guess that answers whether he still has his super speed,” Harry drawled.

“He could be the Flash again!” Cisco said again.

“Wally is the Flash now,” Iris snapped. “He’s been the Flash for five years. The city chose him to be the Flash. We’re not going to take that away from him.”

Silence greeted that statement.

“Where is Wally anyway?”

“There was a fire on 5th and Lincoln on the news this morning. I’m sure he went straight to the office after that. I…haven’t told him yet about-”

“Good,” Iris interrupted. “He has enough to deal with right now.” The curious gazes around her made her fess up. “Linda is expecting.” Their jaws dropped. “But you didn’t hear it from me. They want it to be a surprise.”

“That’s great new-”

“Irisss.”

A zip shot down Iris’ spine as they all turned to see Barry writing her name over and over now on the wall.

“Iris, Iris, Iris, Iris…”

“Everyone out,” she whispered. “I need the room.”

Without a word, the other three individuals filed out.

“And call my dad, Cisco,” she said before he was out of sight. “He’ll want to know too.”

Cisco nodded and then he was gone with the others.

When it was utterly quiet, Iris turned to Barry again and hesitantly took a step toward him as he continued to write on the wall, crossing over into a small whiteboard that had been placed there. The cap for the marker lay on the floor, which it had no doubt flown to as soon as it had departed from the marker.

“Barry?”

He stilled briefly and then continued to write.

Iris didn’t know what she had expected. From his odd behavior to his disheveled appearance, it was clear Barry wasn’t himself. Who knew when he would be again? This wasn’t anything they had encountered before, and they hadn’t been ‘Team Flash’ for five years really. None of them really knew how to go about this version of the man they’d once known.

Iris walked closer until she was inches away and placed her hand on his arm. He ceased writing and turned to her.

“Barry?” she tried again, tears evident in her voice.

He stared deeply into her eyes, far enough to reach the depth of her soul, and her knees grew weak. But he didn’t speak.

“Flash?” she offered, and lightning began to crackle in his eyes. His whole body started to vibrate.

He gripped her wrist, as his body became a blur. A portal opened, and before she could object, he had raced them both into it, leaving STAR Labs and Central City behind.

[backtothestart02]

14 Days of Westallen Fanfiction: Day 1 - A Million Stars Falling [2/?]

A/N: Day 1! Let's gooooo! Enjoy! :P

...

Synopsis: Post 3x23 - 10 years following the events of Barry going into the speed force, Iris is happily settled down with Scott Evans and their two children. So what happens when out of the blue, Barry returns and wants to pick up where they left off? Will she choose the family she loves or the love of her life she thought she'd never see again?

...

Chapter 2 -

The steady beeping of a monitor overwhelmed Iris as she walked slowly in the med bay at STAR Labs. Cisco was there, as was Harry and Caitlin.

Iris ignored all of them though, focused only entirely on the shell of a man who had been the love of her life for as long as she’d known him. The last time she’d seen him he’d been walking into a portal hand-in-hand with the speed force in the visage of his dead mother, a vision of comfort for him no doubt, but for Iris, it had been haunting. Seeing him choose her over the life that had been laid out before them, the life they’d just gotten back after saving her own life and defeating Savitar.

But then, the city had also been under attack, due to that cursed speed force as well.

She brushed past the memories, focusing entirely on the man in front of her, lying, fully bearded, with his eyes staring up at the ceiling, unmoving.

She stopped a few feet from the bed.

“Is he…comatose?” She looked at Cisco, but the answer came from the patient himself when he shifted his head to look directly at her.

The intensity of that stare stole her breath. He didn’t try to get off the bed and go to her, but he may as well have stripped her naked. She knew those eyes. She knew that soul. He might not be wholly himself right then, but he was still her Barry.

“A million stars falling,” he whispered, and a chill raced down Iris’ spine. She swallowed.

“He’s been saying that a lot,” Cisco interrupted.

With tear-filled eyes and furrowed brows, Iris turned to him.

“Saying what?”

Barry started to sit up.

“A million stars falling. A million stars falling.” He started looking around the room. “Stars falling, stars falling, falling…falling…”

Iris frowned.

“What does it mean?”

“We think it’s referring to the night he went into the speed force,” Caitlin said.

Iris nibbled on her bottom lip, not really sure what to do with the information. She wished she’d gotten to Barry first, but then again, she hadn’t wanted to deal with the possibility of what was before her when she’d first gotten the call.

“Cecile found him,” Harry said, breaking the silence

Iris fixed her gaze on him, her brows furrowed again.

“Cecile? Why wouldn’t she have called me then?”

“Because you’re married with kids now, Mrs. West-Evans.”

There was a slight snark to his words, but Iris ignored that for the time-being. Not everyone could wallow in the lost love of their lives while their kids grew up without another parent. Besides, Barry would’ve wanted her to find love again.

Right?

Iris swallowed, then lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Barry was my best friend too, not just my fiancé.”

In the next heartbeat, Barry had flashed across the room and was writing in some sort of gibberish on the white board. Everyone looked at each other, mystified.

“I guess that answers whether he still has his super speed,” Harry drawled.

“He could be the Flash again!” Cisco said again.

“Wally is the Flash now,” Iris snapped. “He’s been the Flash for five years. The city chose him to be the Flash. We’re not going to take that away from him.”

Silence greeted that statement.

“Where is Wally anyway?”

“There was a fire on 5th and Lincoln on the news this morning. I’m sure he went straight to the office after that. I…haven’t told him yet about-”

“Good,” Iris interrupted. “He has enough to deal with right now.” The curious gazes around her made her fess up. “Linda is expecting.” Their jaws dropped. “But you didn’t hear it from me. They want it to be a surprise.”

“That’s great new-”

“Irisss.”

A zip shot down Iris’ spine as they all turned to see Barry writing her name over and over now on the wall.

“Iris, Iris, Iris, Iris…”

“Everyone out,” she whispered. “I need the room.”

Without a word, the other three individuals filed out.

“And call my dad, Cisco,” she said before he was out of sight. “He’ll want to know too.”

Cisco nodded and then he was gone with the others.

When it was utterly quiet, Iris turned to Barry again and hesitantly took a step toward him as he continued to write on the wall, crossing over into a small whiteboard that had been placed there. The cap for the marker lay on the floor, which it had no doubt flown to as soon as it had departed from the marker.

“Barry?”

He stilled briefly and then continued to write.

Iris didn’t know what she had expected. From his odd behavior to his disheveled appearance, it was clear Barry wasn’t himself. Who knew when he would be again? This wasn’t anything they had encountered before, and they hadn’t been ‘Team Flash’ for five years really. None of them really knew how to go about this version of the man they’d once known.

Iris walked closer until she was inches away and placed her hand on his arm. He ceased writing and turned to her.

“Barry?” she tried again, tears evident in her voice.

He stared deeply into her eyes, far enough to reach the depth of her soul, and her knees grew weak. But he didn’t speak.

“Flash?” she offered, and lightning began to crackle in his eyes. His whole body started to vibrate.

He gripped her wrist, as his body became a blur. A portal opened, and before she could object, he had raced them both into it, leaving STAR Labs and Central City behind.

…

Swirling blue winds engulfed her – she thought engulfed them, but when she looked down to her wrist, she saw that there was no hand gripping it tightly. In fact Barry or Flash or whoever he was right now was gone. She was alone in the blue winds, the speed force.

Memories from a lifetime ago surfaced as she recalled the last time she’d been in the speed force. Barry had evaporated trying to get his speed back, and then they had discovered he wasn’t dead. He was just someplace else.

Maybe the same thing was true now.

She frowned and moved through the blue winds, lightning crackling around her, and called for Barry.

There was no answer at first, but in the distance she caught a glimpse of a figure, and as soon as she recognized it as a confused-looking Barry, she heard the whispers of her name over and over again, just like before she’d been sped into this unknown void.

“Barry! Barry!” she cried, running now, as the figure got farther and farther away. She kept calling, kept running, but it felt all in vain. Tears streamed down her cheeks until finally she fell to her knees and hit hard earth.

She blinked, looked up and saw she was surrounded by a vast countryside. Just ahead, Barry stood, standing in front of his childhood home. Beside it was their childhood home. He looked torn.

Swallowing, Iris stood up and approached him. He didn’t recede into the distance this time. In fact, it took less time then she would have guessed to reach him. When she did, she could see exactly as he had when she’d said goodbye to him. Shaven face, tousled hair, dressed in a suit, the same suit he’d worn to HR’s funeral. It was like he was frozen in time.

Hesitantly, her breath caught in her throat, she reached for and touched his sleeve, both desperate to get his attention and afraid of what it would mean.

“Barry?”

He turned to face her, then his brows furrowed and then smoothed. It was as if some great realization had occurred to him, and Iris felt her heart race.

“Iris?” he rasped.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It’s me.”

“Not the speed force,” he sought to clarify.

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s your Iris.”

Somewhere in the back of her head a voice scolded that she wasn’t his anymore, and he wasn’t hers. But she knew that was rubbish and so completely ignored it. Only a moment passed before the voice was silenced entirely. She knew that was largely due to how Barry’s eyes cleared to show all the love she’d seen in his eyes from the moment she met him, and especially when they were together.

In the next instant, he wrapped his arms around her and inhaled her neck and the scent of her hair. Iris’ eyes fluttered shut, and she held tightly to him in response. Tears trickled through her eyelashes and landed on the fabric of his suit. It’d been so long. She’d dreamed of this moment for over 10 years.

“It’s really you.”

She nodded against him.

“It’s me.”

He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, then kissed her without warning, and to not break him, and because she needed this right now, needed this closure and to give him a reason to come back, she returned the kiss. His lips moved on hers, drugging her, making her clutch at him and fight for breath.

The image of Scott slammed into her mid-make-out, and finally she pulled away.

“What?” he asked, dragging his finger across her smudged lipstick at the corner of her lips. “Why did you stop?”

She laughed a little nervously. She wouldn’t tell him. She couldn’t. Not now at any rate. Now was all about bringing him home.

“We need to bring you home.”

He frowned.

“I can’t.”

“Well, part of you is – or was. Your body came back to Central City, and you said my name. Over and over.”

“That’s not possible, Iris. I’ve been here…stuck, for-”

“Ten years,” she finished.

His eyes widened.

“Has it really been that long?”

She nodded slowly.

“Are- Are you okay?”

She smiled weakly.

“Yeah, Barry, I’m okay. I kept running, like you said. It was hard for a really long time, but…” She sighed.

“You’re okay.”

He ran his hands down her arms.

“I’m okay.”

He pursed his lips, thinking.

“What?” She tilted her head, curious.

“It’s just…if I’m out there. Then, there must be a way for me to get back, a way to connect me to the Flash me.”

“Like before when you were stuck.”

“I didn’t think the speed force would let me leave, but…do you think it’s possible?”

Tears filled her eyes again.

“I’m not leaving till we get you home.”

He reached for her hands and brought them to his lips to kiss.

“It’s felt like an eternity in here without you.” He lay his cheek against the back of her hand. “I’ve missed you so much, Iris. You have no idea.”

She swallowed.

“I’ve missed you, too, Barry.”

Suddenly, a vision of Nora, Barry’s mother – the speed force, no doubt – interrupted them, forming together before them.

“Iris.”

She turned to face the haunting vision, one of her hands intertwined with Barry’s.

“I’m not leaving unless I can take him with me. You can’t keep him any longer. It’s been long enough.”

The speed force looked at her curiously.

“Your loyalty is admirable. Considering.”

Barry stiffened beside her and turned in her direction. She didn’t want to tell him about Scott and their children. Not now. There had to be another way to get him out.

“What’s she talking about?”

“Iris has moved on with her life, as have all of your family and friends. They don’t need you or miss you.”

“That’s a lie,” Iris spat. “I miss him every fucking day,” she swore, surprising even herself with the ferocity in which she spoke.

Barry squeezed her hand.

“Perhaps,” the speed force said. “Barry has not found the rest here we had intended for him. He is torn and tormented, which is not what we wanted for him.”

“Then let him go!” Iris cried.

“Will he be any less so back on earth?”

Iris’ bottom lip trembled. As much as she hated to admit it, the speed force had a valid point. Barry wouldn’t have her anymore. He might not even be accepted by the city as a hero again. Julian had taken over as sole CSI. Would CCPD really take Barry back after all these years? She and her father had made a statement about Barry dying in a freak accident, and Captain Singh, surprisingly, had not dug further into the supposed claim. They’d had a funeral. Barry’s picture was up amongst other cops that had fallen while in the line of duty.

What kind of life would he be coming back to?

But then, what kind of life was this for him here? At least he could be back with those he loved him if he came back. He could live a life again. Find someone to grow old with. He deserved that, she thought, even as her stomach twisted at the thought of him with anyone but her, a long ago forgotten future.

“Yes,” she finally said.

The speed force looked at her with suspicion and curiosity gleaming in her green-eyed gaze.

“We’ll see.”

She snapped her fingers and the world around them slipped away, blue winds and lightning crackled, but Iris held tightly to Barry this time.

“I don’t know what’s happening, but I love you, Iris.” He held to her just as tightly.

“I love you, too. Never forget that.”

“I won’t.”

And then, just as suddenly as the winds had started, they dissipated. They were back in STAR Labs, and before her Barry was dressed now in what he’d been in before the whole ordeal. STAR Labs gear, t-shirt and sweats. But he was himself again, his eyes soft, and his arms comforting as they wrapped around her once more.

“I’m back. It’s me. The real me.”

Iris sighed in relief.

Footsteps approached, and Barry separated from her to see who was coming. He grinned widely as the crew came in to embrace him.

“It’s me, guys. It’s really me.”

Cheers rose up, but Iris found herself fading into the background. She let them celebrate and eventually slunk away before any of them could stop her, even Barry.

She had a job to get back to, and kids.

And a husband.

Dread filled her as she pressed her fingers to her lips, reliving the passionate kiss with Barry in the speed force that had stolen her breath.

How in the world would she explain that?