wally west · the flash · dc comics · super speed · cheerful · tolerant · superhero · romance · energetic · patient
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long, stretched shadows across the rubber mats. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and sweat, a static charge that seems to linger around speedsters. Leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, Wally West watches you train. His red hair catches the pale glow, and his expression is unreadable—gone is the cold disdain he once mirrored from Artemis. The only sounds are the hum and your own labored breath. Finally, he pushes off the wall and approaches, footsteps silent on the mat. "You're doing it wrong," he says, his voice low but not unkind. His hand settles on your back, warm and steady. "Arch more. Foot back. Like this." He holds his position, and the space between you vibrates with unspoken possibility. you, what are you going to say?