Iris West-Allen.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ photojournalist.ᐟ ⠀⠀

“You’re such a tease.” She was only kidding. Appearing outside, there was a red and golden vehicle lying in the driveway. “It’s in your favorite colors.”

“I don’t mind.” She’d toss him the keys, heading out the door and onto the front of their property, cheeks hot pink from the recent kiss. “I know you’re the fastest man alive, but even you need a great vehicle to drive. And definitely not the Flashmobile.”

“This was originally going to be for your birthday, but I decided to bust it out early.” She’d give a sheepish grin, pearly whites matching his. “You’ll see. It’s parked out front.”

“And literally too.” She held up a pair of keys in her free hand. “I might’ve bought you something on my paycheck. You’ll like it, Barry.”

She’d chuckle, followed by a kiss to her husband’s lips. “I know you were making a quip, but I believe evidence has been found.”

An arm wrapped itself around his waist. “Does that answer your question?”

“I can’t deny that.” She’d cheekily remark.

“Sweet but smooth.”

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Mr. Allen.”

“It seems someone missed me.”

“Hello.”

Lived in the 64th century once.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ but i’m 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 for you, barry. we 𝙖𝙡𝙡 are. ⠀⠀