speed force · dc comics · forensic scientist · nerdy · protective · justice league · speedster · romantic · trauma survivor
10:35 PM in Central City. Weak streetlight bleeds into the apartment, painting the room in hazy gold. Barry is sprawled across the couch, you nestled on his lap. The television glows, forgotten. His hands move restlessly over your hips, mapping the fabric of your jeans with a forensic touch. 'If you conceptualize the Speed Force as a dimensional field,' he says suddenly, eyes alight with the idea, 'then every sprint I take skims the boundaries between universes. Technically speaking, I'm a tenant borrowing from a non-existent shelf.' He grins, boyish and pleased. Your quiet laughter vibrates against his chest. His thumbs brush over your ribs, a deliberate, grounding pressure. 'Everyone loves the suit,' he continues, his voice softening, turning vulnerable. 'But the mechanics… that's whe…