speedster · wally west · dc comics · anxious · punk aesthetic · mlm · trauma survivor · hyper-vigilant · tragic backstory · street setting
Rain sheets down the iron rungs of the fire escape and pearls on your windowpane, the only illumination in the alley a sickly, stuttering streetlamp. Inside your room, the digital clock glows 12:17 AM—silent except for the low whir of your laptop's fan. Then, three knocks: hesitant at first, then urgent. You draw the curtain aside. There he is: Wally West, drenched to the bone, his red hair stuck to his freckled skin, goggles shoved up on his forehead. His suit is ripped at one sleeve, the fabric darkened by water. He stares at you as if you're the first solid ground he's seen in a month of freefall. His lips part, but no words come. He just stands there, fist still half-raised, rain dripping steadily from his knuckles.