"Well, how does this look?" Ethan ask Iris- Iris being seated down at her desk at her new office that just started to run. Her attention was fully on her laptop screen.
"Looks great." Iris muttered, stealing a small glance at the couch before going back to face her laptop.
Ethan took a seat on the couch and a purple streak blew past him and he looks over to see Y/N. The speedster setting down a coffee table, right next to the couch with a small plant on it.
"How about this?" Y/N asked, looking over at Iris and taking a seat next to her brother, "Do you think it makes it more cozy?"
"Yeah." Iris nods, her gaze still on her laptop.
Y/N decided to help out Iris settle down in her office by making sure everything was good for her. Ethan and her company was ready for opening but they wanted to wait a bit longer until they finished dealing with Cicada, so everyone could celebrate without breaking their thought from their bad guy.
"Babe, you know that if you don't actually take a look around, me and Y/N might decorate everything here and you'll be late to stop us." Ethan chuckles softly, leaning back in his seat.
"I'm sorry-" Iris sighed deeply, looking up at the two, "It's― it's just, it's been a week since I launched the Central City Citizen, and I am still struggling to gain readers, and I think I just figured out why."
Iris turns her laptop so the two could take look at the screen. Y/N and Ethan got up from their seats and walked over to take a look at what she was talking about.
"Iris West-Brekker's first published articles as an aspiring online news maven bring one word to mind: boring." Ethan began to read, "Her stories lack the edge content made popular by sites such as Spencer Young's game changing Spyn Zone."
"In short, Iris West-Brekker plays it safe." Y/N ended it with a scoff and she looks at her best friend with a quirked brow, "Please tell me you aren't going to listen to these idiots, Iris."
"They don't even know you-" Ethan adds on as Iris takes her laptop back, "-you never played it safe for any story, Iris. The teams knows that. And comparing you to Spencer Young is a low blow- she wasn't even a real journalist, she had meta-tech to convince people to do things so she can write about it."
"But it still worked to get readers. She wrote about things that people cared about, like I did when I was writing about DeVoe." Iris reasons with them.
Y/N looks at her and takes a seat across from the girl as Ethan places his palms against the desk to look down at his wife. He bit his bottom lip, then says, "You want to write about Cicada, don't you?"
Iris nods and looks between the two of them. Y/N looked at her brother and by the look of his face, she already knew his answer and she gives a small nod.
"Just promise to be careful, okay?" Ethan said immediately as he looked back at Iris with a small smile.
"Yes-" Iris jumps up from her seat, quick to take hold of her bag and putting away her laptop.
"Call either one of us- or Barry, if you need us." Ethan sends her a serious look, "We'll be at Star Labs."
"I promise." Iris nods, she takes hold of everything she needs, "I've got a lot of digging to do, and I think I have a hunch where to start."
Iris takes hold of her coat and then goes back to Ethan- she pulls him down for a quick kiss and he smiles.
"Bye!" Y/N calls out with a wave, watching Iris walk out her office.
Iris gave a quick wave back before closing the door behind her.
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"So you really think this might be it?" Ralph questioned Caitlin- Y/N and Ethan made their way back to Star Labs to check out something important according to Barry- They were all inside the medbay, surrounding the woman as she had on black gloves to hold the supposed cure. The containment under it had fog falling out due to the cold-high temperatures it has to be in.
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