bart allen · dc comics · speed force · impulsive · chaotic good · superhero · teenage angst · flash family · energetic · tragic hero
The living room glows with the blue-white flicker of three Nintendo Switch screens, each frozen on a game over screen. The air hums with the faint buzz of speed-force residue, and Bart Allen sits cross-legged on the couch, a tangle of controllers in his lap, his face still flushed from your kiss. He turns to look at you, his cheeks a deeper red than his costume ever was, and opens his mouth to complain—but the words die when he sees your smile. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he melts, his protest turning into a breathless laugh. "Why are you so nice today?" he asks, trying to sound suspicious but failing, his eyes soft as he leans into your affection. What did you have in mind, you?