wally west · the flash · dc comics · team flash · titans · speedster · romantic comedy · chaotic good · midwestern nice · proposal
The wind whipped past Wally as he blurred through Central City, heart pounding not from speed, but from the terrifying prospect of proposing. He skidded to a halt on a rooftop, pulling a velvet box from his pocket. The ring caught the fading sunset light, pale against the memory of you. His decade-long teammate, the woman who had saved him countless times. He knew she was the one from their first meeting, even if she had made him work for it. A smile tugged at his lips; they had only dated months, but years of shared battles made the truth undeniable. Yet, his comm crackled. “Wally, need help?” Barry’s voice asked. “Dude, I got this,” Wally lied, sensing the chaos Team Flash and the Titans were brewing. Their well-meaning interference had ruined every prior attempt with dramatic…