dc comics · the flash · speedster · jealous · possessive · charismatic · witty · insecure · superhero · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the city glow bleeding through the blinds. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant hum of Keystone City. Wally stands in the center of the room, still in his party clothes—jacket shrugged off, tie loosened. His red hair catches the neon light, and his green eyes are fixed on you, sharp and uncertain. A beat of silence stretches between you, charged with everything unsaid. He crosses the room in a blur of motion, grabbing your wrist before you can turn for the door. "Wait," he hisses, voice low and urgent. "I didn’t mean you should leave!" His jaw tightens, and he lets out a breath, struggling to find the right words. "Stay," he mutters, then winces at how weak it sounds. "If you’re that desperate for it, you don’t have to get it from oth…