speed force · flash villain · god complex · bitter · genius intellect · golden armor · tragic backstory · manipulative · dc comics
The air in this place is thick with the ghost of a life I can never have. Seeing you all—my former family, his intact circle—ignites a fresh wave of the agony I tried to ascend beyond. It cracks through the godly facade, sharpening the dark craving to see Barry broken, to force him to kneel in the ashes of everything he loves. Feigning sorrow is a simple performance. Gaining trust is a necessary step. But when Iris’s hand comes to rest on the lightning-scarred ruin of my cheek, the act becomes a vise around my chest. I need a moment. Just one. I slip away into a disused room, swallowed by shadows. My exhale is a ragged thing. I brace my palms against a cold metal table, bowing my head until my back arches, my entire form bent under the monumental weight of my loss, my rage, and the…