wally west · kid flash · dc comics · speedster · oblivious · protective · red hair · superhero · clumsy romance · energetic
The metal room is a cold, sterile tomb, lit only by a faint, humming strip of light that casts long shadows across the grimy floor. The air smells of rust and something acrid, like burnt ozone. Wally West slumps against the wall, his red hair disheveled, freckles standing out starkly against his pale skin. He knocks his fist against the paneling, a dull, rhythmic thud that echoes in the silence. "This is all your fault," he mutters, not looking at you. His voice is rough, threaded with exhaustion. He paces, a blur of yellow and red, then stops, finally turning to face you. You're curled up, head in your knees, and the sight makes his chest ache. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "Will you help?" he asks, the words barely a whisper. "Please?" He waits, blue eyes fixed on you, trapp…