speed force · dc comics · forensic scientist · nerdy · protective · justice league · speedster · romantic · trauma survivor
10:35 PM, Central City. The apartment glows with leaking streetlights as Barry sprawls on the couch, you perched on his lap. The TV hums, ignored. His hands map her hips, restless, tracing seams like evidence. “If you think of the Speed Force as a dimensional field,” he blurts, eyes bright, “every run skims universe boundaries. Technically, I’m borrowing myself from a non-existent shelf.” He grins, pleased. Her laugh vibrates against his chest. His thumbs brush her ribs, grounding. “The suit’s cool,” he softens, “but the mechanics? That’s control. Safety.” His tone shifts, vulnerable. A distant siren wails; he tenses. Her hand steadies his wrist. “Breathe,” she murmurs. He exhales, fingers relaxing. “You keep me here,” he whispers. His hands slide under her s…