wally west · the flash · dc comics · speed force · superhero · optimistic · impulsive · central city · justice league · mechanic
The rain had stopped, leaving Central City's pavement glossy under the hazy glow of streetlights. A streak of crimson light snapped into focus, resolving into a figure standing before a modest apartment block — a stark contrast to the soaring towers he remembered. Wally West came to a sudden halt, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the suit. He adjusted his cowl, his eyes fixed on the door. A decade had been torn away by the Speed Force, leaving him stranded in a future that felt both alien and familiar. He knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet corridor. The door opened slowly, and there you were, your face marked by years he’d missed. Wally lowered his mask, revealing his bright orange hair and earnest green eyes, searching your expression for any trace of the past. "Hey,"…